di-VERSE-ified (Poetry by Jet David)

Saturday, December 25, 2004

CHRISTMAS DAY

tick tock, tick tock
the clock goes on unstopping
I'd rig up its hands
it shan't strike again
no sooner would time stand still
then I could stay on
perched on this bend
my siblings all in a row
with children in tow
and mom with a bowl
of salads and creamed potatoes
here comes my dad grabbing a toy gun
and on the floor he sends his grandson
bawling, and crying, and screaming
here comes his mom, appeasing her son
telling him grandpa's just playing
here come the gifts, passing through hands
wrapped in multi-colored paper
I join in the ruckus
my heart in my hand, 'tis all I longed to offer
and for myself, I only ask
this time to last eternal
hugging my siblings all in a row
watching their children in tow
spooning salads and creamed potatoes from a bowl
wiping clear a baby's face of its scowl
here's a wish that time would keep still
and this moment is forever too current
to recall...

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

IN SEARCH OF

I seek the truth within
with eyes shielded from naught...
not fear, not shame
nor the bright lights of fame
nor the intricacies webbed through human fallacies
both devious and tame
nor the comforts brought forth by a mockery of contentment
nor the illusions of emotional footholds
and strongholds clamped onto cardboard edifices

what pawn do I move and which way will it go
to pave the way for verdant truth
alas, turned gray?
a dalliance with the damned,
an apprenticeship with the maverick,
an apostleship with the righteous,
or my own puny two cents?

will these truths ever come to me?
will I catch up with them with a quick two-step?
and how much time have I possibly got
if, as in the song, it says

And you run, and you run
to catch up with the sun,
but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same
in a relative way,
but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

...or has the truth been close at my heels all along?