Caos

Inspired by: Guernica, Pablo Picasso

What separates man from beast

But the depth of his soul

Los sentimientos? his knowledge?

Su destino? The gol?

Dime todo, and say nothing

There was no warning, just light

And the days and the seasons

Turned into nada, dark nights

Un explosion! Then nothing

Then came lágrimas, no eyes

Y los cuerpos y los disfraces

Were turned to pieces and lies!

Que poder!?! No such power

That man claims to own

Could not stop this from happening

Flowing sangre, broken bones

Such caos! Such carnage

Una bomba y dolor

Slowed the beating of the heartbeats

Hear los toques de tambor

Right?

With only one movement

Your message is known

Your defiance of gravity

Has light undertones

You taketh, you maketh

When resting, you fold

But there’s more to the message

Of the futures you’ve told

I need you when fighting

But more so with rest

I can pledge my allegiance

By meeting my chest

I am lucky to be you

10 percent of the time

As it's damn near unlikely

To work as a mime

You converse, you swear

What’s a gal going to do?

With laces and buttons

And zippers and shoes

You’re symbol of peace

Or two lovers at best

For the world wants a shoulder

And you want the rest

You are there when I need you

Never far from my sight

When I look for inspiration

You’re the reason I write

One

Robbed

Stolen from me without my consent

Yet everyone knew

And everyone cared

Why, it was something so insignificant

So minuscule

That it gained meaning by being

Lost

I was warned, long time ago

That strength would be met with weakness

The harshness of my being, replaced by whispers

And yet the belief in my infallibility

My wisdom

Precluded me from my better judgment

I was made numb

Not by choice, but by reaction

Oh, what heat melts these old lady bones

Shuffles my gait, now wayward and drunk 

Yet Sleep is, was

Both elusive and attainable

Endless cycles, and no escape

Tie her down, I'd hear

Send her home, they'd warn

And yet I did, I fell

                                     deeper into myself

Succumbed to it, Met peace, Made Serenity

And now I am one with it

                                    and it is one with me.

With time, it was returned

But the memory still follows me

Haunts me like an overbearing presence

For Death is, was

So close, 

but at least it remembered to knock

Mono

Fever

I feel too weak to move, I tell her

As I give back the thermometer

I am burning, burning, burning

For I am too hot for comfort and yet too cold for winter

And yet the haze, I see it before it sees me

Through slightly closed eyes, one hand to my head

I am tired I tell her. 

I am sick.

Yet

She is a mean mean woman, mumbling words that I can barely hear

Both heaven and hell, mentioned in the same breath

The devil? My angel? Something about a something

Yet this blanket feels soft, this pillow heavy

And I am fading quite slowly within this cocoon of comfort 

Burning pure yet, cleanliness is an issue?

Kleenex boxes

Food wrappers, broken candy bars

My chicken soup left untouched

I have no desire to eat and yet I crave something to match

This heat emanating from my body

Give me ice-cream, I ask

Or a sugary drink, maybe chocolate

A cool glance is met with delirious eyes

Something tasty, I say

I am not that picky

I hear a chuckle

Then a response:

           

            By George, your temperature is 170 degrees!  You must really be sick.

I am busted.  Time for school.