Pichar Talk

Through the looking glass...

Fiasco :)

the fishies are alight... (Lounge Piranha at B Flat)

Goodbye My...

For the dreams and the stories and the vodka bottles
I shall for one last time, thank thee.

We have names for our different loves over time
We have games we play, songs to rhyme
We have in secret made our secret liaisons
We have left behind lives and loves and lies of our loves.

For the laughs and the music and the walks and the rainy nights
I shall forget to remember thee.

Dunno When This Happened

What is Truth?

A momentary grasp of the ever elesuive Real
A glimmer of red juicy light in a kaliedoscope of tears
A silence between the lover and her beloved
A hand reahing out, a head away, turned.

The velvety liquid between her legs
The rejection faced third time over
The vault that never opens
The sigh that escapes inspite, despite....

How many times before you break?
How many saves before they miss?

The moon's light shines only as much
What illuminates our direction then?
The music plays only as much
What gives solace then?

Give me color and a brush
I'll paint over your words...

I have reasons to forget
And a right to remember.

I walked past a monument
Glancing at its destruction for a moment
Minute.

I reflected on the old
And let the new remain
Trying to stay away
Trying to remain unchanged.

I decided
A thought, lopsided
I communicated
A memory, undermined.

I know only what I see in your eyes
I believe in every human that's right
I tear at my skin when the words dont come
I fear unreasonably when the lights go down.

But even big worlds crumble
Where lies my poor soul then?

Hayo...

Pieces of paper they are
Tear them up and they are gone

Towers of cards they are
Tip them and they fall

They tell us not to act out
To make believe it's alright
When its not.

They say it's not in our place to be God
But I don't see Him around now and then
Would you like to be Him
Just this once?

Let's play a game, save a dame
Distress calls go unheard
The motifs stay clear
Of the ongoing drama.

Why don't you say a word
When it could make all the difference
I may not be the shy type
But I don not like these silent confrontations.

I dream of wars when I lie next to you
I see your face in the crowd
I see them walking away
I see opportunities ungrasped

I'm learning to shut my eyes, close my heart
And ignore the waysides.

Bitter Bitter Me

Do you understand bitterness?

When it seeps into your feet

Twisting itself around the ankles

Creeping onto your thighs

Grabbing you by the navel

Gathering storm in the chest

And then finally punches you right in face.

Do you taste it in your mouth?

The sour leftovers of words undoable

The sweet tasting victory of rage

The bile rising up from unrequited loves.

Do you not recognize it?

In the lines on your face

In the lives of those who are but dead

In the dark clouds empty of rain.

Do you suffocate in it's loud presence

Or do you lash out in blind disdain

I have burned in white flames

But what about the stains.

When did we fall so low

That we can now not stand

And fight?

Conquerors in a trashed out world

Cold and ecstatic, we stand, disfigured

Thoughts that run to you, only you

When did I forget? I am you.