Vitamins

I just got my second serving of Vitamin B in less than 24 hours, and I feel already bad, mentally unnerved.  I think I need water to survive.  Maybe.  Will it help?

Lost in an Upscale World

I live with people of this upscale world, whose world revolves around fantasies of the rich and famous, whose excessive luxury they've made their idols --  palaces in suburbia whose land grow scandalous precious, fine dining ambiance like oases in the desert, glittering stones stolen from the earth and the people, and pleasures of the body to escape the small sufferings decidedly they've no right to experience.

Yet I do not belong here.   Suburbia on the hilltop demands unacceptable irony.  The foods of affluence are reprehensible gluttony in the face of poverty.  Gold and diamonds are but shallow shades compared to inner beauty.  And the business of pleasure is not as true as life and health lived strongly and purposefully.

I chase for happiness, but mine is not to be found in these upscale seclusion.  It's like an unlit cell in a dungeon beneath the earth.  My heart yearns for simplistic adventures, to share simple wonders of diversity of class and culture.  But in this monoculture prison I am trapped.  I am beholden to man in his evolution.  But now I'm chained.

Out of Place

Lost in a crowd of colored tables,
What am I doing here?
Out of place in the chattery,
I sat for what passes as eternity.

My supposed companion has gone
Away in her own affairs
Oblivious in her own conversations
To my state of sorry disposition.

Perhaps she has forgotten
Perhaps that is certain
To make me feel her insensitivity
In ways she does not understand.

Winter's Song

It used to be a precious melody
Charting the winds of summer.
It was a song of promise
Rhyming with no rhythm

But a siren's dance has shown color
And truth has beset unwelcome.
Its melancholic march grows steady
To the emptiness of the funeral.

Then there was not a heart to listen
Or one reasonable mind to imagine.
Only deaf ears which knew but noise
And now not even one at all.

The notes sounded their dying,
Resigned to a dissonant chord.
And from there the horizon
Was left only bittersweet silence.

Photos in Black and Gray

I have imagined pictures, from years gone by,
till now and tomorrow, how I would have painted them,
Each an intersection of curiosity and simplicity,
Or otherwise an extrication of angles unseen.

They're colored black or none at all,
Or of all the infinite grays of the digital mind,
And before each I hide my memories.
I close my eyes at last, and smile.

There they were the photographs in my mind,
Space-less, stretching through the depths of black.

Cold Fingers

Long ago, I welcomed summer.  She carried its breath of reality, unattended by man-made artifice.  Then, I ran carefree, through the forest of innocent dreams.  On the green grass foliage, my slumbers were peace.  Nature was with me.  Summer made me strong, and invincible against the rain.

But the season has moved and I was suddenly left alone.   Years passed in one moon's voyage.  The days in my room are cold.  Unwelcome tendrils embrace me without the warmth of the natural sun.  I lie awake listless, somehow aware but unable against the winter of my heart.

This is not the dream I innocently dreamed.  It wasn't nights of winter where every night is cold and disharmony.  I long for the summer of long ago.

A Martian Song

This is for the girl who told me before that special surprise birthday gifts aren't for us who just aren't in.
Well, she's a friend, and sometimes, that's all that matters.  So I want to say, happy birthday.
 
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I met a girl a year ago and she came from far away
From where she came I didn't know, and she couldn't and wouldn't say

But then I just thought how it's all good because she's here to really stay
So we can be friends, no matter what, come what may.

She'd say I'm weird and make a face whenever I say something out of place
Well, sometimes I'm like from outer space, but with her I can be me, I'm quite amazed.

And then I believe it's really cool I've known her now, she's here to stay
I won't forget her, no matter what, come what may.

At times she just loves to stare at the stars
As if there's something calling her there from afar
A secret smile and swirling thoughts around her
Then she'd says strange things like how she misses Mars.

Then suddenly, I just found her gone one day
Where she might have gone, she never did say.
Maybe now she is happy home so far away
Still in my heart, no matter what, she's here to stay.

Maybe one day, I will go looking for her,
I know I'll see her again, somehow, somewhere
When I can travel to planet Mars or Jupiter.