Sunday, November 20, 2005

Silent Shadows

In silent darkness, a gentle embrace frees the world from doubt;
Broad daylight showcases a freakish nature that reminds the world of abnormality.
Birds of prey, and delicious fowl, chastise each other with progressive modernism.
Carnivorous beasts devour the meat of a confusing set of circumstances.
With all the answers echoed by parrots of blind-eyed pirates,
Certain adamance in the face of bloody reality, blatantly contradicts reason.


In one corner of existence, a grandmother prunes her prize lilies;
Still another grandmother crushes the sweetest dates one has ever tasted;
Astonished by where and why their souls have crossed,
yet another grandmother smiles as she kneads her delicious bread once again.
These lovely ladies, who will never see or meet each other,
Greet each other with impeccable manners.
One would be a fool to expect any less.
Lifetimes apart, they meet in the spirit-world,
they share with one another how softly they touched their beloved grandchildren. My God… the pride that beams is blinding.


Contemporary wisdom demands that we renounce the archaic shackles of the dead.
Young eyes miss the cracks in a mirror that was broken 10,000 years ago.
We all have masters, my dear…
Whom do you serve?
To seek righteousness is not to claim it as your own.
Erroneous behavior may have dubious effects on credibility;
contrary to relativist philosophy, not all creeds are wrong.

Truth is not always a matter of interpretive performance;
Though, over-zealous proselytizing seems to bring out the worst in humanity.


Today’s Amphitheatres throw more than men to ravenous lions;
The unwitting throng of spectators is taunted by the greatest illusion ever preformed:
The rise of a middle class.
In the fantasy of their allusions, they imagine a fabled equality;
They fool themselves into an unconscious servitude to make life bearable.
Woefully, the helpless shake their heads at elitist prestidigitation.


The eyes of a wild and lonely quail cry long-lost tears on its yellow tail.
This lovely game bird has no concept of value for itself.
As the hunter corners this simple animal, it becomes self-aware;
Too late to contravene common-sense, the bird is caged.
It’s a shame that such a majestic creature is loved only for its yellow tail;
The quality of its soul is never debated,
But its uses are quite handy.
So why did that bird continue to forage in dangerous lands?


Explicit and subtle,
kisses of lovers enflame extraordinary jealousy;
When touches of love turn to poison,
Hate seduces much like romance,
And all to no end,
and to no avail.


The world is indeed a strange place.

11 Comments:

Blogger JD_Janelle said...

WOw, I've never been the first to comment. For some reason, I really liked the 4th stanza. Although, I must admit, I don't know what this word means: prestidigitation. I'll look it up on dictionary.com. : ) have a good 1

6:37 PM, November 20, 2005  
Blogger Just Some Gal said...

Ah Nos...

Once again I'm struck by your prose. Your use of vocabulary definitely exceeds mine dear, but you convey so many messages in one piece of writing.

I have sat before on a trail and wondered how many ancients tread the same stones and had the same thoughts or similar.

Our world is a definitely a strange place indeed. Poetry like this transcends the rose colored glasses we all don at times.

Thank you.

12:49 AM, November 21, 2005  
Blogger defiant goddess said...

What I really want to say is that was cool. But that's just not a worthy follow up to such a beautiful poem. Please forgive my lack of eloquence.

10:20 AM, November 21, 2005  
Blogger Danielle said...

damn! thats whas up!! great writing!!!!

12:11 PM, November 21, 2005  
Blogger nosthegametoo said...

@ jd_janelle:

Sorry there’s no prize for being the first to comment. I’ll have to think of one.

@ blondie:

Glad to see you stopped by. Sometimes I’m more of a cynic at heart. Although, sometimes wearing rose-coloured glasses give our eyes a much needed break.

@ goddess:

You are quite eloquent. What appears to be eloquent is sometimes only a matter of stylistic semantics. I'll be very proud to see you at the top. Thanks for being such a good blogging friend.

@ danielle:

Thank you for gracing my page with your presence. I am more than honored to have your comment here.

12:30 PM, November 21, 2005  
Blogger Prata said...

Very nice. Actually, all of the things I've read are very nice. Now put them to music at open mic night. ^_^

3:14 PM, November 21, 2005  
Blogger maizzy said...

I love it... what beautiful words you put together... the thoughts that seep onto the post you write are glorious... i just love it!

Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us...

Maizzy

12:27 AM, November 24, 2005  
Blogger Aisha T. said...

Yup, the world is weird! As always, you are so eloquent!

4:24 PM, November 24, 2005  
Blogger nosthegametoo said...

@ Prata:

Thanks Prata. I’m glad to see that you’ve finally decided to stop by. I’ll definitely have to catch you at open-mic night.

@ maizzy:

Glad you’re enjoying the pieces. It’s getting a bit easier to share these thoughts with others.

@ aisha t:

Ah… lovely Aisha. My so-called eloquence comparatively rests quietly in the shadow of your more than abundant charisma. Always nice to see that you’ve stopped by.

4:24 PM, November 29, 2005  
Blogger Danielle said...

hey whas up how is no the game?

10:40 AM, November 30, 2005  
Blogger nosthegametoo said...

She's doing well. She'll be in contact again soon.

10:55 AM, November 30, 2005  

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