A RANT IN RHYME

I can reach out
And almost touch
The dream in my heart
That calls out so much.

I can hear it clearly
Yet it is a muffled echo
I cannot grip it
Yet I cannot let go.

The music in the background
Faintly familiar notes
A haunting melody
That fills me with hope.

On the parched blank canvas
I wish it would rain
Only a flood of blues
Can bring the colors again.

Something should happen soon
With this quickly passing time
It is getting hard
Oh so hard to rhyme!

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What are you looking for?

When you talk to friends
For hours at end
Of this and that
Till your voice is spent
What are you looking for?

When you shuttle
From one person to next
Whoever you can find
To give your heart a rest
What are you looking for?

You search and search
For an understanding of some sort
Kind words you don’t get
More often than not
What are you looking for?

You wish someone would
Hear what you don’t say
When you need more than just a nudge
To help you through the day
What are you looking for?

When you want someone to inspire
Some strength into you
To add some bright colors
In your morose dull hue
What are you looking for?

When In someone else’s words
Approvals you seek
The cache of faith
With your friend that you keep.
What are you looking for?

You know the answer’s there
Right in front of your eyes
No one else do you need
But yourself to get by.
What are you looking for?

Don’t be afraid and listen
To that voice in your heart
Which has been with you always
From the very start.
Let go of your fears
And look around anew
And know
What you are looking for is YOU!

LIZZY

There you are peeping
From behind the speakers
What are you looking for?
Did the music bother you
Should I play something else
Something maybe more peppy?

Or something soft and soothing
Like a lullaby
And you can go back to slumber
From which I’m afraid I disturbed you.

Maybe you mother is anxious
And looking for you on some other desks
She too peeping
From behind the jungle of laptops and speakers

Are you not scared?
Here on this desk all alone
A little thing
Next to my booming speakers

Go home Lizzy
To where you belong
And in your lizard world
Maybe you can make your own song!

Florentine

Crimson nails and a crimson mouth
Dense shadows of lashes
A walk so serpentine
O Florentine

My death you will be
As I lust for your touch
Devilishly divine
O Florentine

Under your gaze I tremble
In feverish passion
A shiver crawls down my spine
O Florentine

To have you is my destiny
The bittersweet welcome death
The end when you are mine
O Florentine.

Change

Do you recognise me?
I am a different me from yesterday.
I changed a little over last night,
And a little while you were away.

Oh, I still sleep with a book in my hand.
But changed are the books I hold.
I pour my thoughts in the same diary,
But have new secrets in it's folds.

My love for you has changed too.
Grown in some ways, and lessened in some.
I still have two left feet,
But a different tune now I hum.

Do not be scared, I pray
Of the changes you see in me.
Every moment I change a little.
And the same in you I see.

Crumble

And she saw her world crumble
down in the dust
Her sanity taking a tumble
her resolve almost burst.

No she does not gather
the shards of her broken I
She knows now she would rather
set them free and let them fly.

To spread where ever they would
The bits and pieces of ONE
For people to make whatever they could
of the strangest one under the Sun.