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Garden Of Tao

 

by Brian Madden

 

"What the caterpillar calls the end,

The world calls a butterfly" - Lao Tze Tao

 

 

1

 

My lamp, under dimmest light,

offers only shadows to comfort

for this day is taking too long.

Woken into this now I can not evict

from my head all the fury visited upon me.

 

I shower vainly to pacify my emotions.

Standing before a mirror; my reflection

as the only witness to my existence.

My exposed mind trembles with

the marks of boredom taunting eternally.

 

 

2

 

 

Under the shadows of the rose bush,

a lone caterpillar escapes its cocoon;

mutilation of its primitive self

shed to progress,

revealing a beauty nurtured within.

 

 

3

 

 

Construct a boundary bury my pity

within its fertile soil. Brittle leaves

wilt upon my scars, allow my garden to grow.

As a skeleton, in slumber,

of autumn. I await the cycle of rebirth.

 

Winter is unwelcome, unable to decay.

Death exists only within the cycle of renewal.

in the silken waves of tulips

I breathe the harmonies of nature.

My spirit, lulled of the tortures, is truly free.

 

 

 

 

glace cherries

 

by Liz, age 15

 

drowning in hours

moonlit de-ja-vu

and everything is glossy to you

 

i believe in fake things

like glace cherries [they taste like alcohol]

and sanguine tears [i see through you]

but you

splash your words in cadbury cigarettes

and speak in gritty silouhuettes

and i

want to whisper and remind you of

weed sunset or even

ash-tray bible pages

 

so my poems rely on imagery

cause you're not here

[and you never will be]

still i think i mislead you with my

marshmallow conversations, sprinkled with tar

and you always seem to notice my scar

you stand out in the rain all night

to try and catch pneumonia [i see through you]

 

i believe in sugary things

like neon lights

and c major chords

and smiles when you talk