Drawing: Anthony Gormley
Silently I creep
down the crowded corridors of my mind,
toying with the doorknobs of rooms
containing suppressed memories.
I hear them
like an overbooked hotel,
eager to crowd the hallways
in hopes of recognition and validation.
Restlessly I slumber
unwilling to commit, I strain to decipher
reluctant to open a door
despair or buried pain
The alarm sounds
silently I face the clock,
the murmurs fade, and
I throw back the covers,
relieved that choice is gone.
July 19 2013 A World without Color ~ An Illusion?
If the World boasted no color, just various shades of grey
No azure blue of the ocean, or bluffs of swirly red clay
If houses would be crafted in grey stone, and the sun never did shine,
At least not in the mauve, pinkish hues, we watch for at sunset time.
Then, would the World be draped in sadness? Would M&Ms lose their thrill?
Would hatred have a foothold? Or would we all live in Pleasantville.
For it causes me now to wonder, as I ponder a World more sublime
That without any green for envy, or blue for sadness inside
There would be no people of color, white, black, yellow or brown.
With no red to color them angry, no yellow to help oppressors keep down.
Or would nothing be different, is this World as good as it gets?
No rainbows, no yellow brick road, no rose red, no regrets.
So I am mindful to live in the moment, regardless how drab my day
I can refuse to live in that colorless World, and choose to stand up and say
I see color as a philocalic expression, of oneness, escape from mundane
A celebration of life in grand union, all dressed in Techno display
So I challenge all those on the grey side, loose the chains , don’t delay
Or mechanically measure grey tones from birth to judgment day.