The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Do not ask me

Do not ask me how my day was today
Unless you are set to hear believing my lies
I cannot bear to spill the silver beans
Yet knowing you will see them within my eyes

Do not ask me my darling to sleep
While I lay there awake feeling your lust
Your desire for another so unlike me
As animating and portraying in my daily trust

Do not ask me how I feel about the hungry
Dying on the streets while I indulge in the dine
Of the fanciest and overpriced restaurants
With my finest steak and rich ten year old wine

Do not dare ask how all of this makes me feel
Unless you are ready for an eruption
Of my emotions imprisoned within this body
Unable to free the beast due to human corruption

Do not ask me about what I think of you
As I will spew only the truth to your naked face
Weather composed of my love or dislike
I assure you that your heart will speedily race

Do not ask me what I think of God
As I do not believe this being has a name
While I do believe in something simple
We all live and die only in shame of our fame

Do not ask me where I went today
As you may not like what you hear me say
While I stood at the edge of the cliff
My body rocked back and forth in gentle sway

Do not ask me why I came back to stay
As I do not know the answer to this question yet
Leap of faith slightly overwhelmed me
Just knowing that I must before the sun had set

Do not ask me how I see this world rising
As we become nauseated with odium and creed
And decay in doctrine of living basic lives
Like hungry ravage vampires on blood we feed

Do not ask me what I think of my children
These poor souls born to the mercy of sculpture
Learning to be awake, kind and honest
In this utterly sleeping, resentfully lying culture

Do not ask me what I wish every single night
Before closing my eyes and laying my body to rest
As you are unwilling to grasp my light
And to alter this existence to be anything but best

Do not dare ask me what I am composed off
What radiant being is below this surface of skin?
As you are blind to accept the only truth
We exist since vast dust calling each other our kin