It goes beyond words
This thing I feel
I just can’t explain
Just look me in the eye
And you will know
It goes beyond words
This numbness
I just can’t describe
Words welling up
Stuck somewhere beneath
My throat –
It goes beyond words
The tears held back
Restrained
Filling up the eyelids
Trembling
It goes beyond words
You will never know
This silence
So eloquent
Heavy and laden
With meaning
It goes beyond words
You know
This air I breathe
Your presence, your whiff
My mind recalls
Long lost fragrance
Of a love once was
It goes beyond words
Maybe I am wrong
The feeling’s just too strong
Maybe it’s still there inside
A flame burning so bright
Scorching
It goes beyond words
It goes beyond words
A Poem by MVJ Simon
In the beginning, there was the word. And from that word, came all creation. It's words that shape new thinking. And words that take your heart away. It's only words. And words are all I have. To create. Poems, ideas, thoughts... straight from the heart, put into words.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
A Walk along the Lakeside
Walking along the lakeside
Sweet mist in the air
Clouding my vision
I see no reason to look afar
Time stands still
Moments so precious and rare
Watch stops to stare
Wondering why the slave smiles
The tang of pepper
Coffee blooms and cardamom
Overpower the smell of wet earth
Moist with a light drizzle
The crunch of gravel below my boots
Creaking crickets and whispering wind
Raindrops drumming on red tiles
Green with moss and algae
I walk up the path into the forest
Tall giants of trees block my way
An umbrella gifted by God himself
As I sit in calm under its shade
The raindrops display valor
As they rage and thunder
Lightning flashes strike terror
And thunder roars with a deafening voice
I hunch myself and tuck my legs in
As I wait for the rain to subside
Strange that it’s dry around me
A circle of warmth from above
As I look up through the dense foliage
I see the sun emerge through the clouds
Droplets dripping from freshly washed leaves
Lazily, wondering whether to leap or not
The rays reach through the rustling leaves
Leaving shadows ever-changing
Whistling the wind blows again
Ruffling my neatly combed hair
I get up slowly from my resting place
I have to go, though I wonder why
I have to make a living in the city
While losing this life I’d rather have
Sweet mist in the air
Clouding my vision
I see no reason to look afar
Time stands still
Moments so precious and rare
Watch stops to stare
Wondering why the slave smiles
The tang of pepper
Coffee blooms and cardamom
Overpower the smell of wet earth
Moist with a light drizzle
The crunch of gravel below my boots
Creaking crickets and whispering wind
Raindrops drumming on red tiles
Green with moss and algae
I walk up the path into the forest
Tall giants of trees block my way
An umbrella gifted by God himself
As I sit in calm under its shade
The raindrops display valor
As they rage and thunder
Lightning flashes strike terror
And thunder roars with a deafening voice
I hunch myself and tuck my legs in
As I wait for the rain to subside
Strange that it’s dry around me
A circle of warmth from above
As I look up through the dense foliage
I see the sun emerge through the clouds
Droplets dripping from freshly washed leaves
Lazily, wondering whether to leap or not
The rays reach through the rustling leaves
Leaving shadows ever-changing
Whistling the wind blows again
Ruffling my neatly combed hair
I get up slowly from my resting place
I have to go, though I wonder why
I have to make a living in the city
While losing this life I’d rather have
Friday, October 3, 2008
Glimmer
Walk into the fire
Into flames that singe
Leap and lick
Eager to consume
Into that flaming core of rage
In that blaze, melt down
Melt with the heat
And flow down
Changing form and self
Molten liquid hotter than flame
Taking on a new form
A new shape, life anew
Out of the furnace
Glimmer now
No trace of rust
Shimmering glow
Years of disuse
Patina of age
Cleansed by fire
Emerge unscathed
Hard metal now
Solid steel core
Take me on
I’m game
Will never crack
Whatever the blow
Been through fire
That makes me strong
Into flames that singe
Leap and lick
Eager to consume
Into that flaming core of rage
In that blaze, melt down
Melt with the heat
And flow down
Changing form and self
Molten liquid hotter than flame
Taking on a new form
A new shape, life anew
Out of the furnace
Glimmer now
No trace of rust
Shimmering glow
Years of disuse
Patina of age
Cleansed by fire
Emerge unscathed
Hard metal now
Solid steel core
Take me on
I’m game
Will never crack
Whatever the blow
Been through fire
That makes me strong
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