June 28, 2002

Porridge Kisses

In thirty years
when you look back at twenty-five
will you remember learning how
to change a fuse?
Will you remember groaning
at my puns?
Remember the thrice daily phone calls,
with their constant loving words?
Will you remember me,
tousled hair and sleepy eyed,
as you kissed my neck with lips,
warm from morning porridge?

Even as you hold me
I worry that you might forget,

So much love…
so little time.

Posted by Midus at 07:30 AM

June 18, 2002

Go With the Flow!

Don’t rock the boat.
Do as you’re told.
Go with the flow…
of lambs to the slaughter!

Rebels cause unrest...
unsettle the status quo,
make others think.
Don’t dare rock the boat!

Igniting sparks is dangerous,
social conscious is a threat
original thought a curse…
Do as you’re told!

Mindless acceptance
is required by all
who wish to get ahead…
Go with the flow!

Ennui is encouraged,
soporifics spoon fed
to unwary flocks
of lambs bound for slaughter.

Posted by Midus at 07:20 PM

June 03, 2002

Wind Rider

I ride the wind
A tempest or a zephyr
spirit free and buoyant
touching loved ones softly
scarifying those who harm
my world.
My years are gaily coloured
Autumn leaves tossed in my wake.
Some crumble with the passing days
but dust of memory remains
to paint my revere.
Friends, lovers, children, parents,
enemies and passers-by
all have a place
as do the countries I have seen.
I rode love’s whirlwind
full many a time…
never finding rest
‘til now.
I try to paint my life in words
but find there are no colours
rich enough to picture laughter;
no hue dark enough
for depicting past despair…
What colour is a tear?
I ride the wind in search
of who I am
and find a complexity.

Posted by Midus at 07:55 PM