T. Kar works as a software consultant. Pastimes include writing, reading, travel, photography and music. He lives in Lexington, KY
Love Patterns, Stereotypes and All That Jazz
Let me have the wings of a butterfly
So I may fly away into my world
Of dream that is not yet defined
Because of my weaknesses and
My confusions, still seem to rule
My life, my emotions
My faculties and my passions
Carving shapes and colors in empty space
I don't want to be the Pyramids
The Colosseum or the Sphynx
Or even a high density floppy disk
I would rather be the north wind
Touch you gently and whisper in your ears
All my romance with the bumble bee
Before you feel me no more
I would rather be the mountain stream
Trying to impress the rocks as I strive
Would splash and soak you with my dance
To Beethoven's Symphony No. 5
Before I dry up in the desert below...
Winds sizzling through the Eucalyptus branches
Whistling tunes as the snowflake dances
Sitting lonely on the armchair
She wraps her shawl a little tighter
In melancholy she thinks about her son
Far away who has gone looking for fortune
The fire and the darkness surrounds her
While she flips through the album
Of her memories in a cold winter night
In finer prints she remembers
The joy of holding her boy the day he was born
The pains and the pleasures of her motherhood
Little incidents and accidents now and then
Feels the pride on his achievements
Worries of uncertainties at times
She tries to analyze how the definition
Of responsibility has changed over generation
How this electronic age has made this earth
A very small place to communicate but
Big enough to create times devoid of warmth
I
am walking down the Main Street
Summer
colors all around
I
can hear Bare Naked Beach Boys Band
Playing
heavy rock with their funky bars
I
dance and I roll I whistle the tune
A
little wired for sound, when
My
thoughts are a passing game
Changing
shapes open my eyes
Following
those thrilling patterns
On
the main streets of our lives
Through
the fusion and fission
And
all the celebrations. . .tires me sometimes
The
feeling's there for a hundred years
Sublime
thoughts knock on my door
When
time comes and duties frown
I
keep an ice pack to cool me down
Gypsies
don't fit inside stonewalls
Holding
my mind as free as a bird
Sitting
here watching the wheels
Eyes
stuck up in my kaleidoscope
Love Patterns, Stereotypes and All That Jazz
When
I look back down the valleys
I
see a lake so still
Doesn't
care for the stream that pours in
Not
a ripple to please
When
we're down on rock
Playing
fun 'n games with the clock
Innovative
satire deep buried in our heart
Gets
lost into the dead old sea
We're
trying to mind the grinding wheels
Of
tons and tons of rules to play
Pick
and choose or throw the load
Run
for the buck folks, it's payday
It's
a search for a theme with notes on the rim
Dying
for a look with so much desire
Can
you shake off the chains with the deepest love
And
a craving heart in fire
It's
a still life we would all love to color
With
wildest dreams that would never end
I
can wait for my turn to set the sail
As
we design love patterns and set new trends
Passing
by 1501 Eucalyptus Street often
For
a hope to see my beautiful damsel
Peeping
through her window
On
the streets below
I
walk down there with my shaking heart
To
catch glimpses of her smile
She
lights my heart with fire
Fills
me up with desire
My
facade of innocence my eyes catching her
Expressions
in solitude and that she like me
Can
only hear my whispers
My
wits and my satire
Would
like to know what keeps her awake all night
What
causes her to break in her cry
My
crazy craving for her burns
In
my inner space
My
promise to bring the heaven on our earth
I
hope she tells me just like it is
I
am ready to be a phoenix
In
her heavenly grace
You
wanted to reach to the stars
Got
on the rooftop
Walked
underneath the Milky Way
Leaving
me behind while time stood still
In
a quest for the eternal truth
The
divine wisdom that created this wonderful
world
I
was dumb struck waiting on my side of reality
Patiently
with a request:
Will
you please bring me the most beautiful star?
I
was cradling in my hands, fresh white jasmine
Which
I forgot to offer you when you left in a hurry
All
of a sudden, you changed your mind,
Came
down and stepped into my world
'I
like it ' you said with mischief in your smile
'It's
easy for me to live here.
I
like being with you, my dear
I
don't want to play up there any more.'
I
jumped in joy breaking the shackles,
Pulled
out a pack of cards and said,
'Honey,
can I show you some tricks?'
Heavy artillery fire shattering the silence
The serenity of the moon lit night
Incessant heavy shelling shaking foundations
Rocking feelings, senses
And the spirit that Eric was once
Taught to uphold through the culture
Of his Fatherland when he was young
No time to think of lofty ideas
When life was imperilled by those mortars
It was blitzkrieg and everybody's worst
Nightmare has become real in DusseldorfStaying alive behind the enemy lines
The biggest challenge, especially
When she was sitting across the table
Looking at him in despair
His lovely Christina...The hope to live for the day
Was withering her slowly
The hope that someday all of this would end
Someday they would get married
And stand holding hands
On the banks of the beautiful Rhine
Where their romance all started
The only thing that still exists
In the original form and pattern
All stories fabled down the generations
That will go on if people still exist
On the face of this pulverized earthWho wanted the war anyway?
Eric, whose passion was woodcarving?
All he wanted was to be in love
A little money to buy Christina
A gift now and then and watch her smile
Let that be a dream come true somedayThinking about what could happen tomorrow
A time for imagination, a time for reconciliation
Unless alarmed by the sirens as the sorties fly
For Eric the toughest thing to do now is to
Get some food from the old bunker
They tried to sleep through last night
Eric left while Christina cried
With a profound question on her mind
Prayed for his safe return so that
She might hold him againEric came back, it's only been a matter of time
Half an hour later to find
His dream shattered in the concrete rubbles
Under which his sweetheart lies deep
Somewhere, in her eternal sleep
Is he falling apart or the whole earth trembling?
Is time standing still?
To live or to die that remained
Only to be answered now and then
Ever before and ever afterSo many years have passed
So many books written that decorate
National archives, libraries and the like
So many movies made,
So many awards bestowed
We've built our cathedrals of egos
We've tried to put human tragedies
Into oblivion, tragedies
Once painted on the face
Of this automated earth
And live for ourselves with
The idea that we own this world
Eric's story never got told
He is one of the millions
He is a symbol that
Life still goes on while
His beautiful Rhine flows
As the only witness he knowsHe comes here every evening,
The setting sun colors the city skyline
He stands still with his walking stick
Never talking or smiling
He spends those never ending moments
Watching the waves that ripple
Trying to find the reflection
That is changing as the water flows
When staying alive was a surprise
His long lost sweetheart would hug him
Making promises to love him, only him
For every stone she threw into the waterThe Rhine reminds him of the time
They first met at a flower show
One summer evening, and
How pretty she looked
The tulip and the smile
Still fresh in his mind
Time heals everything
For those who do not care
For the rest it's a dream
Memories to cherish
The only hope to live for
When lost into the darkness
Of one's own shadows
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