Platypus, Sister. (Variations On A Theme)

i.freeverse

platypus!
thatisall.
happycrimbo.
forgreatjustice.
goodnight.
lalala.
:)

ii.haiku

happy crimbo, you.
platypus is a fun word.
for great justice-la.

iii.limerick

there once was a platypus, not a duck.
on crimbo it ran out of luck.
it set up the bomb
got blowed up on the lawn
for great justice: dalek dalek truck.

iv.sonnet

a platypus; not something ordinary
my truck is something yellow in a tree
it’s two a.m; jingle bells are scary
i think the cat is staring right at me.
all your base are now belong to us. woo.
you have no chance to survive, make your time.
you are on the way to destruction too;
all fear my awesome saber-tooth-ed lime.
so that is never all the poet wrote
when dalek dalek dalek llama duck
tastes of human, or raspberry compote
chew carefully or else it might get stuck.
now goodnight, epic sistzor: i’ll be brief.
build moar pylons, cup of dirt, twirly leaf.

A Thousand

A thousand thoughts,
a thousand days;
A thousand words I’ll never say.

A thousand nights,
a thousand tears;
A thousand things I’ve come to fear.

A thousand songs
I’m dreaming of;
A thousand for the one I love.

For you I’d break
a thousand hearts;
They tell me that’s the easy part.

A thousand years
and walls will fall;
Will I still stand, beyond it all?

A thousand lies
I’ll never live;
I’ve nothing but myself to give.

For What It’s Worth

Save me.
Empty words
like the emptiness
filling this heart -
the gaps in the starlit night sky
are where you might find me.
Walking the cosmos,
alone but not quite forgotten.
I’ll give you that much.
Though my time here is fleeting
I want you to stay.
Call me selfish, call me bitter,
call me human…
Is it so wrong?
To need to be needed?
Call me crazy, but you feel it too.
Take my hand,
just lift me above
these distractions.
Leave chaos and torture behind.
I won’t let you down;
that’s a promise,
for what it’s worth.
Which I hope
is as much as I mean it.
So from here
where now do we go?
Restless souls far from home, just
longing to lay down and sleep
for the night
is so long when we’re gone
as we wait for the dawn
Please just give me this chance,
a reason to wake up tomorrow…
Give me something,
anything to live for
right now
And I’ll admit
all along
you were
right.

Ruin

Sweet words
mask a
sweeter smile
and a heart that’s
laced with silver.
Singing still, as the world falls
down
so far, will we
remember what we’ve lost
once it’s gone?
Killing time so fast
dimly aware of
just how fast it’s going,
shooting sunsets off the calendar
like the rain;
like so many goodbyes.
and I want so much to believe.
in this. in you.
in something.
Cos I know if anyone can survive this,
if anyone can build something
beautiful
from these ruins,
it’s you.
My days and nights are numbered
but my faith in you is not.
Know only if I weep;
no, not for myself.
The tears will fall
for you.

Circles And Lines

Simplicity
not now, not ever
never something that I’ve loved
and certainly
love never is.
We move in circles, think in lines;
en’t it easy? Think about
those times, the places
that look…
Feel the circles intertwine,
rest your head upon the lines.
Just live.
If only to give me
something to live for.
You know I’d return the favour
in a heartbeat.
Sometimes you have to realize
that we don’t give a damn
about the precedents.
So why the
 stupid little reasons
that perpetuate these incidents?
Though my composure
screams otherwise, girl
I melt in your arms.
And I would stay there forever;
cos everything whispers
you’re amazing
and it’s so right…
but the time’s never right
as it flies by so fast
and the fear in my heart
screams that nothing will last.
So I keep these lines to myself,
lost in these circles
that take me away
to the things that remind me
of you.
Stop waiting – so said the crescent,
once broken.
Who knows?
Maybe I’ve a little luck left
for you.

The Music Of The Spheres

Listen to the song,
unending,
four days with minutes
unrelenting.
The time I spent
unrepentingly
lost and asleep, far away
from this life and this world…
As the sun slips past like midnight frost,
and I think of the chances
I took and lost.
The sunrise I missed
cos I stayed up, talking
with your shadow.
Then you ran to me
but you locked me out
when I was there for you
all along,
and the drought of tears means
nothing
save that we are not yet finished
That I haven’t run out of
borrowed time,
my heart is yours but the problem’s mine
I’d tell you everything one last time
we embrace
in the light of the fire.
Through woodsmoke and frost,
the things that we lost
can be found.
In the warmth of your smile,
the touch of your arm
there’s an echo…
And I may never be
in this one place again,
but I’ll never stop wishing
and waiting
rapt
for the unending melody,
exquisite harmony,
The heartbeats keeping the time
for the music of the spheres.

At Line’s End

Last night, I
looked up to the sky and said,
“oh my, it’s full of stars.
and between the stars there are lines.
And where the lines meet
- too many in the same place at the same time…
that, THAT is where the world ends.”
We are nothing
but a confluence of lines,
racing a sunset line
towards an ending
inexplicable, inevitable
- intangible.
Realize this,
realize…
that for all our faults,
all our mistakes
we are free…
and realize just how beautiful that is.

Streetlight Serenade

Say goodbye to the sun; she’s gone away for the night.
Leaving me here, with no hope and no light.
I’ll imagine a moment that’s brighter than this;
cos right now the sun en’t the one that I miss.

There’s a voice in the dark and she’s calling my name.
I would ask her to stay but it’s just not the same.
I could just walk away now, but that’s not what I’ll do
every fibre of my being is screaming for you.

If I said I was fine, I was lying;
cos I’ve been here before, so what’s the sense in trying?
I’ll tell you that story I’ll never forget.
I need you to know, I just don’t know how to show it.

The words are elusive; that’s always the thing.
I envy the dawn and the new day it brings.
Walking slow, in a city where the sun never sleeps
She’s an echo I’ve lost in this silence so deep.

So here’s to all the broken hearts, in this city of light
Here’s to every tired soul, wandering these streets at night.
Looking hard for someone, something, to find them, take them home
Put an end to all these lonely days of waking up alone.

So when I said I was fine, I was lying
You’ve been here before, so what’s the use of trying?
I’d tell you to live first, and damn the regrets.
This is your story; it’s not over yet.

In the cold and the night I can’t forget your name.
I could just walk away but I won’t be the same.
With a fire in my heart I will wait for the dawn
suddenly the night doesn’t seem all that long.

Infinities

Stop it, you’re a mess, pick yourself up a bit
Brush the summer off your shoulder and just deal with it.
Shallow hearts often breed deeper promises,
Doesn’t bother me to think of how unfair this is.

Would it surprise you if I told you she’s over you?
Despite the dance and hope unending, there was nothing you could do
For greater hearts than yours, the stars would not align
This is the hand you’re dealt, so play it, whether mortal or divine.

You can still feel every moment when she’s there in the room
Like an atmospheric ripple until weather resumes
She’s a face in the night and a word to the sky
You’ll be forced, soon, to realize you were chasing a lie.

‘Cos did you ever really think she really cared?
That for want of something beautiful, her soul would be laid bare?
They are nothing if not cunning, these dancers from above.
They’ll mess you up and leave you wanting more – they call it love.

Would it surprise you if I told you she’s over you?
Despite the dance and hope unending, there was nothing you could do
For greater hearts than yours, the stars would not align
This is the hand you’re dealt, so play it, whether mortal or divine.

Still we roll the dice and dare to hope, and they respond in kind
As infinities spin closer – we are just another line.

A Simple Honour

There’s a wisp of hope that lingers
in the cold November chill,
an aura of decorum
as though time were standing still.
He’s bundled up so tightly
but cares not for the cold
This child’s whole attention
is on the simple wreath he holds.
He walks past mighty cenotaphs
and monuments clad in moss,
until he stands, solemnly,
before a single argent cross.
He lays his wreath, turns away,
what he sees makes him pause.
There’s a man standing there
in silence and awe.
The onlooker asks,
“Of these monuments so tall,
why choose to honour
the smallest of all?”

The child speaks, though slowly,
as he gathers his wits,
and pure, honest reason
springs forth from his lips.

“I fear if I don’t
then we might forget
the poor soul that rests here
- and I can’t allow that.
To give everything up
and expect none in return
is the greatest sacrifice of all.
This honour, he’s earned.”