S. Lari
Autumn's Child
Autumn's Child was born today
The sun rose with wrath upon the
sky--
afraid of the baby so new to the
world
Autumn's Child cries, shivering
with cold
Nobody listens, nobody cares--
life hurries by, cursing her name
Autumn's Child grew up today
She dresses herself in deciduous
leaves, twirling, dancing--
painting the world with life's
colors
Autumn's Child runs through the
streets
Her feet ride the wind, her kiss
chills the air--
lovestruck, Winter chases after
Autumn's Child grew old today
Her hair is warm, gray feather
down--
her gown of leaves is old and
worn
Autumn's Child sings a low,
sweet song, waiting for Winter
Quiet and calm; to see him one
last time before she goes--
her breath is labored; it whistles
'round the corners
Autumn's Child died today
Quietly, gracefully, a stately old
woman; forgiving--
Winter's storm beats the earth,
howling, mourning
Autumn's Child, happy to stay,
glad to go
Shunned by Summer, Mourned
by Winter, Ignored by Spring
Essential to all.
"Ozeata"
Where goeth the world,
When brother meets brother on the battle field?
Where is the love, when the only family
is the one you make yourself;
And the closest touch is a mile away?
Where is youth?
Daddy run, get your gun, the children
are home from school.
Meet me in the ally way,
and we'll have a one-night-stand, before
I stab you in the back.
Sky-blue chaos rayns--charcoal tears
running from my eyes.
A river drowns
the setting sun and summer sweiis
to a ripened peach--
A starburst of pain and
joy flowing so fast that
we can't keep up.
A river of blood surrounds me
and out last hope
is the Salvation Army,
But then we have to pay.
Go behind the lies, and all that's left
is loose change and
a burnt out cigarette.
The photograph is all but gone,
the memory has faded--
just a piece of nickle paper,
with a cheap copy of life burnt
into its face.
Remember, we're stuck together and
in ten year's time,
will one minute of misery mean so much?
Ah, brother and sister, lay down
your sword and go home, the gun
is gone,
and all we've got left
is eachother.
"Rhine Integration"
I see my entire future
failure.....
living in a cardboard box.
I'm gonna drink coffee
in a cardboard box.
Hey, if you wanna turn into me
Tuesday morning,
that's fine with me.
Take it home Monday afternoon
and think about it--
we're gonna draw a parabola,
anyway you look at it.
I equal the square root of "X"
or nothing at all. . . . .
it's very simple.
How far is our relationship from
the point of focus?
What gave you that idea?
Hold on, let me get a paper towel
to wipe that up;
we'll start over.
Are you awake?
Draw it here--
I don't think it's the lights.
--ACTIVE LEARNING--
Forget it; they're all asleep.
"Cold Turkey"
(currently untitled)
Hold my hand, you hold my heart--
strangely optomistic.
I have but one hope I clutch.
My burning desire unquenched beneath
a tide of oceans--
streams of fire reign on my parade.
Give me a maxim I can claim;
one truth--
or have you gone behind my back again?
I want so
much--
I hope so
much--
I dream too
much--
Give me one desire I can turn
into reality,
despite the wills of others.
Give me one seed from which
I can grow
one plant to spite the aphids.
Or do we all suffer from
Lady-Bird-Syndrome--
on and on we trod upon
Our same tear worn path, starving while
our next meal
infests our hopes and dreams?
Write me new music--no lyrics--
to which I can sing.
So much blank paper -- my pen is out of ink.
Because We Love You
And so we run--
ants in a line--squashed
Insanity.
Everytime we get an inch
They take a mile. The muck pulls
at us; mindless rabble
surrounds.
Empty hands reach out; begging
from empty hearts.
Always waiting --
drop the other shoe!
Give us your all or none of it,
but don't hold us here, open mouthed
and waiting.
Oh, kill us now or set us free,
but you must not enslave us,
lest when the lock meets the key --
a turn, a click --
we fly.
Free spirited we soar at your lightest
touch.
but you bring the stick
to knock us back down again --
broken.
Hold on when we cry--from your own
inflictions.
What happened to you?
Have you really changed,
or were we just blind?
Feed us with your lies,
ax blade in your mind --
turkey without a head --
we run on emptyness.
Our objective taunts
unreachable.
Ask us our all,
return us none --
Children of your now.
Juliet
Juliet, I envy thee,
in thy fatal immortality.
Gentle is accurse'd touch,
that fools the heart to care too much.
Don't leave me when I go away,
throughout the years I'll still not stray
from inner tears long since dried,
Let me be you widowed bride.
Juliet I envy you,
for whom your love a dagger drew,
to kill one mourner's like morose
sorrow, for a dose
of sweet apothecary's milk
and sleep forever near the silk
of hair and face in soft lifelessness,
to trade for one final kiss, one beating heart -- a life.
Juliet, I envy you,
who, in sweet death kept true
to thy love, for all eternity.
