the path to enlightenment

simply put:
the day has receeded
and the night has taken over like a swamp
with all this quicksand
ready to suck me in

and i marvel at the beauty
and curse at the gap
and we all know that i should know better
but i write the truth, the truth that goes zap

the window looks out to the sea
and the mountains and her majesty
but at night it’s only this screen’s glow
and the fire i made,
and the women that don’t know

what i don’t know either.

and each passing night
i sit by the window trying to catch a glimpse
of the cedar still light

and in the morn
i am re-born
having endured a sleep of countless convictions
ill-focussed
and no one noticed

as i slipped into obscurity,
these mad hound dogs
will shred my clothes but will not know me

it’s a cruel world so full of affection
it’s a loveless life when aimless the direction

and the stars said to me,
‘rise above, shiraz, rise above’

so i grabbed hold of one the corners of one of the stars
and pulled myself up

but it didn’t get me to where i needed to be.

oh dear tribe,
these are lonely times in shiraz’s day
and loneliness is an illusion of heart’s disarray

oh how many have you have got lost
impeding your spirit, acting cool at all costs?
only to realize late at night
that you’re all you’ve got, including your spite

oh these words are so non-sensical
i’ve got so much on my chest these days
i can hardly bare
and i feel like an artist’s turtle to society’s hare

madness descends upon this brain
this grey matter greyer than the bc rain

i’m out of theories, i’ve got no more to say
just these words to clear my way
and my heart has tried with all its might
i shifted to the left, then back to the right

in preparation for the final ascension
dementia i wonder or inter-dimension?

haha i’m just kidding there.
i laughed at my sister when they gave the carebear stare

and i chuckled at all her girly toys
and went outside to play with the boys

but in the end i came home sadder
the end being now, the now being fatter
than yesteryear when things were quite simple
and now though she might attract me with her dimple

like a vampire i fall at her feet
and beg of her if she has something to eat

these are needy times, i’m a needy guy
if you gave me a third, i’d eat the whole pie

repressed engaged for this silly fool
a donkey, an ass, a self-degrading mule

and please don’t take any of this seriously
it’s just me working out my shit
it’s me to me.

but you’re welcome to observe this half-inspired process
and welcome to comment on this wordy mess

anything at all for the circumspect.

darkness

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where went the zest?

i hear it in bits of the music
between the choruses
but not quite in the verse

where once you danced
now you droop like a willow tree

where went the joy
when you walked out into the street

did you forget why you were here?

have you run out of reasons
to make believe?

or is it your career that’s got you straight, shiraz?

is the price of equanimity no more bursts of ridiculous love?

perhaps you spent it all on women that never loved you back

or perhaps your passion was just blind adherence to the frivolousness of your emotion.

or maybe not.

possibly even that passion will return,

but until that day,

you are just an ordinary man.

and this is just an ordinary world.

and these are just ordinary times.

and this is just another blog entry

in just another subculture

and the love you’ve known already

is the most you’ll ever know.

not, of course, that you haven’t known a lot.

but have you known what you wanted to know?

what happened to the passion, old man?

too much time at the computer, perhaps?

goodness me.

i want to hear your voice again, lovely.
i like the sound of your heart.

and the beat that pulses beneath you
i feel at the base of my throat

oh god, what happened
to sarah gooding warming her hand under my t-shirt?
to jessie schram and her deep blonde intelligence?
to the love which lived at the end of my touch?

and where are they now?

where are you?

do you hear me, shiraz?

where are you?

darkness, love

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a thousand years younger
by the light of the stars

tonight

a million times calmer
insh’allah

should i be so lucky

among you

here in this procession from galaxy to super nova

the injured were healed tonight
by the sound of your voice

and i swear, your words,
are the finest flavour for my craving tongue

and your dance is like fire.

inspire.

laugh with me, loves
and i will giggle for you,

forever
and ever,

alhumdoillah!

amen.

love

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have you ever been so sure of something not knowing what it was?

have you ever given waves and hugs and kisses just because?

have you ever given up it to such an ex tent?

did you give with your heart’s intention when you let your heart vent?

did you watch the gracious motions of the flock of the doves?

was seeing flight what convinced you to live in love?

was money all that funny from the early parts of life?

was life then easier and now it’s turned to strife?

was the truth only told in whispers barely made?

was knowledge more bout listening then talking thru the day?

aaaand it’s funny how these trips through time do tell

that the life we want to live is a really easy sell

for should you view all the world against the brim of your hat,
your inspiration will choke and your fire will go flat

this … is … not a

world to be taken lightly like a pattern on the brain,

it’s the world from which your every cell came

ohhhhhh it’s liek that.

yalllllllllll it’s like that.

ya knowwwwwwww it’s like THAT!

lightness

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