Words VII

I would close my eyes
And say
The roil of my soul
The unchained froth of my mind
That is a dark angel
Hidden in the valley
Of my mind
Of my mind’s fantasy

But my words are mute
They are left without what should be
They are so lonesome
For they have not connected
They have been unspoken for so long that they are

Hungry forever
Will you say them for me please
Oh.. maybe
You can hear my un-pronounced words
For they are..
Trying to be heard

When I cry I feel so foolish
Like the child scared of the dark
Of his own home
But the rawness of my fear is there
Like the silent sounds of my head

I wish you could
… but we live in a pale
Shade of life
Almost alive

I wish that I would say this to all who would hear
In fact, I wish I could hold everyone and make them
Hear
What it is that I have…
Unspoken in my heart

Maybe that is what the earth to wishes us to understand
The long forgotten days of lore,
When man heard the word

When the trees sway
And the elements rage
Is this the way?
Beyond the words of our savage world
Beyond the love of millions
We have remained unhearing

And today we are a mute generation
That speaks unceasingly
In bed and on our
Powered toys

Oh… would that you hear me..
Father
Mother
Please
I am only crying
For the lost world of tomorrow
I am only so damn sad
For what was never mine
What is not theirs

You may not understand what it is that I am saying
Cause my words are
Meanderings
Not so clear

I wish I could measure their distance from what I mean
And maybe find a path
That will lead me on
Have we all looked for that obvious way?
To follow
Have we all thought the words that we could never break out?

Paris September 2005

Paula

Forgotten are the days when
We kept our childish secrets
On the forest floor
The trail of cast aside
Clothes..
Remember?

When she waits
No, no she doesn’t mean that those were skins
But the kohl our lives
.. traced as if an..
Afterthought

I wonder what is going on
In your head.. in another time

In the background the stream gurgles
The trees a canopied
As we made our fantasy..
Remember?

I smile my bitter sweet thoughts
For then we were princess and cowboy
Chaps but naught much else…

The glass was broken and scattered then..
Life has a way
To play..
Isn’t it Paula ?

Paris September 2005 for Paula Manuel