writings for Jour d Fete creation w/ Magic Malik
****************************************
- I -
Unveiling,
Discovering,
Revelation of life,
Awakening the day after,
We thought the last night had been; slept
Lived, breath’d …
To know all was destroyed
And in the end we’re still left
Not all was destroyed,
We could rebuild on what’s left.
Nothing is gone in the end,
As we able are left,
Suspended in awe
A gaze in our step
The next before we
Any at all we be into the fest
- II -
Unearthed
Moments thrill
In the stillness
An explosion in solitude
A static tremble
Vibration of locked atoms
We sit there,
Just like “NO WAY”
“It’s …”
“DID YOU JUST SEE …”
Beyond incredible
Shocked in to no motion
Noise disabled
Awarely united
Sincere dedication
To elated ceremony
Anti-sonic fixation
Not withstanding.
**************************************
LEAK OUT MY INSIDES
Leaked out my insides,
Delivered each pint.
Not a drop left
Moistened the stones.
Drizzled the sand.
Paint red the gray places,
Left evidence of my all,
Left all my all.
No, nothing of me remains.
I’m but a shadow,
Only remaining to celebrate
The burnt offering I was.
It’s nothing but a party,
All for the parting,
Of the complete imparting,
Divining the otherwise mundane.
This gift to the soiree made it profane
None can reverse it.
Blessed none can curse it.
And this party called life
Is made real with my death,
And if the same;
Always true,
They too,
We too,
All celebrate you.
**************************************
WHEN SYNCHRONIZED
Commemoration of
Christening
The insistence
That this must be acknowledged.
Ignite the atmosphere,
Stain the clean
Crack a smile
Keep the deep promise
Do the festive deed of eternal commitment,
Keep it between us,
But make it loud,
Open it,
to the liquid.
Find the pulse,
Expand it,
Was dry,
Crying following.
The ache is dancing,
Each bounce will shout,
“Hallelujah !!!”
It was dry.
Now it’s wet.
Unmarked we engraved it,
At this party, set it loose
And at once enslaved it,
Captured a thing
Delight in the sting of it
In the swing of it
In the spring of it
O’ the lingering until
Open
Liquid
Pulse
Expansive
When synchronized.
*******************************************
Exhaustion
.... Our sweat soaked the soil
Until the sun hid
Rested under the moon
And then the party began
We pull apart the earth
Til the sun hid
Laid under the moon
Then the songs began
It was hilly
Now it’s flat
It was low
We raised it
It was dry
Now it’s wet
Unmarked
We engraved it
The songs that we sing
Praise the struggle, the test
We rejoice in the worst
Cause it made us our best
Our sweat soaked the soil
Until the sun hid
Rested under the moon
And then the party began
We pull apart the earth
Til the sun hid
Laid under the moon
Then the songs began
**************************************
Exert till the Joy comes
It's a new work song
About the perfect pain
From work done in the sun
In the dark, in the rain
It’s clearly plain
But hardly simple
Our sacrifice toward waves
We contribute with ripples
Sometime never knowing
If all this stretching and growing
Will render the consequence
Or surrender us to old sequence
Hence come the end, a reward in it self
To finish with pride, given all of one’s self
There’s a joy in the struggle
A delight to be humbled
As pure as death
As pure as birth
Til nothing is left
immeasurable worth ....
1st day, She created a sigh ..
Day 2, it was a moan she made ..
3rd day, She created a mumble ..
Day 4 made murmur complaints ..
5th day She crafted whimpers in pain ..
Day 6 did a frown on the face ..
7th day she made the tear of joy
Comments