When I die I'll be MusicWith so much beauty in the worldCouldn’t I have been bornAs anything but this flawed beingThat I am?In a world of waterfall and treesWolves, foxes, squirrels and fawns,With buzzing wasps and bees,Flying doves and silent swansWhy ain’t I one of these?If I float in the universe alongside galaxies,Comets and stars,Not too far from black holesAnd even closer to Mars,Why ain’t I from one of those?When I’m surrounded by the arias,The poetry and the paintings,By the sculptures and the buildings,The songs and the plays,Why ain’t I one of these makings?When I die I’ll be music.What about you?
100TC - 94. Brokenhearted (or Chris' Lament)The problem is not that I’m alone,That there’s no one to welcome me homeOr that the bed is empty in the morningin the evening and dawn.The issue is not the meals for one,The evenings in on my own,That there aren’t calls from anyoneand no reason to have a phone.The question is not that I’m lonelyin this one bedroom apartment.That there’s nothing to make it homey,except for what I can’t have anymore.The question is you once were hereand you were my one and only.The question is you showed me moreand had me longing for what I hadn’t before.The issue is my heart longs for youand my body misses your touch.The issue is I’d love to hate youbut I can no longer hold a grudge.The problem is I fell in loveand made a terrible mistake.The problem is I am not aboveof feeling this heartache.
100TC - 19. HomeI once thought I could only behappy on the other side of the horizon.Where the grass was greenerand the seas were so much bluer.Wherever I was…I wanted to be somewhere else.Whoever I was with…they were never the right one.Whenever I saw the snow,had snowball fights andmade snowmen,I wished for the white sandand to take a swimon tropical beaches.Happiness was harderand harder each day.The horizon was furtherand further away.(It’s just animaginary lineand you can nevernever everreach it.)I realized I can be happy anywhere.If I call it home.The grass sometimes is talland the sea if far away.But there’s no place like homeand no one quite like myself.I miss the snow.The water here is freezing.But happiness is so easy.And the horizon is just a line.
100TC - 50. 5 a.m.Most days5 a.m. is when I’m asleepAnd you’re awake.Later I’m awakeAnd you’re asleep.Some times5 a.m. is “your 10 p.m.”.When I wake up and it’s night.It’s when there’s no workAnd I’m awake till the morning light.Some day5 a.m. is when we meet.On the street, by your door.We forget all those screensAnd it’s like never before.
100TC - 39. AutumnSeason of gold,with leaves falling down,naked trees,stories to be told,memories of summerfading with the cold.Season of silver,of rainy days…some rays of sun.Murmuring of a riverdown my street.Wet socks make me shiver.Season of red,the beauty of vintage,dark grapes for wine.Lazy morning in bed,reading my favourite bookas if I’ve never have.Season of brown,of aromatic land,carpets made of leaves,muddy ground.I drink coffee in silenceListening to the sounds.
100TC - 42. Youngjuvenile heart dreamsa midsummer night’s ballin her brand new dress
Do you see me?Do you see me as I see you?Do you notice how I stare?I see you look over your shoulder.Do you notice I’m always there?I see you look out the windowChecking on the weather.Will you wear your long coat?Or maybe your favourite sweater?I see you leave the house,Dashing down the street.You’re late for work, aren’t you?Did you oversleep?I see you wrinkle your noseWhen you ride the trainAnd that guy is way to close.I’ll make sure he won’t do it again.I see you get to work,And for hours I won’t see you.I stay in a bar waitingDoing my best not to feel blue.I see you leave work.You are not alone.I watch you laugh and talk.I don’t like that friendly tone.I see you take the train,Do you see me as I see you?You run home under the rain.Do you see me as I see you?I see your silhouette against the light.You don’t see me but I see you.You are naked on my mindAnd for me this is nothing new.I see the lights going out.My cloc
Sometimes...Sometimes I am the rain.Silver, quiet and sweet.Washing away the painWhen lovers fail to meet.Sometimes I am death.Silent. Painful. Brave.The memory of the ephemeral,Of the eternity of the grave.Sometimes I am love.Strong and vibrant and wild.Living in the beauty of a roseOr the hug of a child.Most times I am human.Wet.Mortal.In love.
Partequando ele parteparte também o coração,agora mais pequenoque a soma das partes
Will I also returnI was young as spring,and held to autumn's windlike pomegranates in the highest branches, before crows hollowed them autumn flurries returnwith the scent of fallen fruit,dying leavescrushed underfoot, shelter for next spring
Maple PhoenixesPhoenix spreads brittle wingslike dry skin across maple trees--a mosaic of red leaves.
Crispyautumn afternooneach step down the lane shattersheralds of a change
Chaoui bandito triodevil nipping at their heelsringed tails sweep their tracks
AutumnA warm bathe of sunlightfrost coated air hangs heavy.Welcome to Autumn.
little green lizardsswift little lizardsdisplay on bushes and wallsthey're looking at melayers of little lizardsas far as the eye can see
Cherry Strawberries No bigger than apebble. Wild strawberry gemsharboring rabbits‘neath the boughs of the blue spruce at the bend in Cherry Street. © L. L. Kelly 2014
ElixirElixir, by David NicholasThe gift of waterA clear, scentless refreshmentOf peerless repute.Let me count the waysOf how this magic liquidIs vital for life…Revives your vigorRelieves crippling fatigueTo focus on task.Suppresses hungerBoosts metabolic levelsBoom, easy weight lossFlushes your toxinsImproves your skin complexionKeeps you regularImmune system’s friendA migraine’s worst enemyAnd kills cramps & sprainsLifts your mood to heightsHigher than Everest’s peakAnd it’s cheap to boot!And yet we’re guiltyOf shunning this elixirFor delish death drinks…
Squirrels in the TreesSquirrels jump from tree to treeso nimble so agilei can watch them all day.
Sunset Haikuthe afternoon sunsets the forest on firethe birds fly away
"Five, seven, then five
Syllables make a haiku
-Haiku quoted from 'Avatar: The Last Airbender'
Ah what TV can teach us. xD