Monday, December 1, 2008

Poetry Slam

Haiku

In Visor
Hazardous soft skin
Cherry ice cream in black box
Can’t make you out






Again

The sun has set unease is everywhere
Her bags are packed all folded in as neat
as she have done so many times by here
She pours a bath to see herself complete

She scrubs to find what I have hidden well
Below her beaten skin she cries in pains
For them in truth unseen – a quiet yell
She gets away this time in dark refrains

For you my love is time since long mislaid
Forever lost you must not stay but I
am not that dim. Your bags are packed I paid
A light is red I stride to find your cry

Go fold yourself in that suitcase routine
My own scarlet woman eternally unclean



A rolling stone

Why does a stone starts to roll?
Will my question ever be known?
Has he set out a definite goal?
A plan to leave us all alone?

The ground starts to rock, stones hold hands
This stone lay far from all the other
This lonely stone not stopped by demands
My brother, sister and my own mother

The fastest roller is the lonely stone
Nothing will stop him on his way
High upon his own portly throne
Doesn’t listen to words like stay

Doesn’t fall in the luring hole
No one in pace with the rolling stone
Determine to play his own role
None of us can enter that zone

The storm is coming, stone rolls again
When the rain falls he’s on the road
The others tied to heavy chain
Mother’s tears her own cheerless load

My father was a rolling stone
Was somewhere else, someone spent
Left me completely fucking blown
As a rootless tree in torment





Faces of Time

Tick, tack, thick, black,
Second, minute, hour, day
Time is silent, but ripping you apart
Time is slow, hands in pocket, digging with shoe
Times takes forever, flicking a cigarette
Time is here, I am there
Time is there, you are here

Tick, tack, brick, crack
Time is quick, past you invisible by
Time is working, you’re traffic jammed
Too late, already started, will stop
Time works faster, you pressure on
Time is bought, a privilege for some few
Time is won, the losers hang loose

Tick, tack, kick, back
Time pushes, even when you lay down
Time stresses, tricking, jaws clenched
Ticking, tacking, tackling you
Picking, licking, sticking on you
Travel to the speed of sound
I’m five minutes away from you

Tick, tack, sick, smack,
Time stops, déjà vu, rewind, slow motion
Time is lost, can never be taken back
Time is nothing, I don’t care
Time is everything, I have none
I’m a million of miles away from you
Decade, generation, millennium, eternity