Treasured Illusion

Treasured Illusion

Shattered memories of a forgotten pain
Lost in limbo trapped in an eternal flame
Darken dreams of endless flights
Perched legacies that seem so bright

Drifting off slowly into a deeper sleep
Trying to navigate where I want to be
Chasing the shadows that frighten me so
Finding my redemption to gain control

Running with the towering falls
Faithless fairies juggling whimsical balls
White clouds of angel dusted sands
Swept off to my never never land

Singing with the elegance of light
Hearing the humming birds wings take flight
Daisy grown pastures of motionless breeze
Smelling the apricots before the winters freeze

Watching the stars shooting across the orange lit sky
Catching weeping tears that fall softly to the ground as I lye
Seeing a glimpse of ancient cities that lay beneath
Running my hands across their ruins shacking in disbelief

Here is where I relinquish myself
Lost in a treasured illusion beyond all else
Dreaming of this peaceful majestic place
Countless times for me to run away


PkS ~ 2003

Finer Things

It seems as though the finer things are far too easy to spawn their wings.
Gold and diamond rings, to some, comprise the finer things.
Gold will shine in weathered time, far less bright when you’re in sight.
A diamond will cease to be, long before the love between you and me.
Far too simple are these tokens if never true words for Two are spoken.
It seems as though the finer things are always the things you bring to me.
EaB~2003

Nothing

Nothing


Nothing will be like it was
Nothing could be like it is
Nothing can change the distance between us
Nothing can persist

Sorrowed by the anger
Saddened by the pain
Sympathy for unspoken words
Sickened by it all with the little bull shit games

Remembrance for the suffering
Remembrance for the gain
Shallow minded both we were
Both ignorant of the pain

You are both friend and foe
You wear both masks and scarves
We are both guilty
Hiding our true feelings of who we are

Is it appropriate to love each other?
Is it appropriate to justify the emotions?
Is it appropriate to do anything?
Or is it better to let sleeping dogs’ lye?

Nothing would be a hard thing to forget for nothing would be like it was
Nothing would run away from you for nothing could be like it is
Nothing would be frighten for nothing is between us except a small distance of land
Nothing could scare me away from the persistence of love that I have to give


PkS 2003

Shake me with Guilty Hands

Shake me with guilty hands
Chill from yester year with ponder look
Fast the sleepless night aproaches
Yet you are still with demons in thought.

Follow the sled to forgotten times,
This maybe your only demise.

~ PKS

Old Friend

Old Friend, what are you looking for?
After those many years abroad you come
With images you tended
Under foreign skies
Far away from your own land.

~ George Seferis

Now she's eyeless.
The snakes she held once
Eat up her hands.

~ George Seferis

The Emperor of Ice Cream

The Emperor of Ice Cream

Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in suck dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in the last month’s newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.

Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the tree glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered three fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.

~ Wallace Stevens