A double blast from the past

Two old, yet relevant, poems. Very old.

1) Relevant for my heart.

Elysian Fields:

We sail through Elysian Fields,
a scent of sacrificial romance in the air.
Our words have slipped into castaway nights.
These remaining silhouettes are only echoes.

We gathered skeletons in coffin closets;
(they kept murmuring even in death)
and we've become ghosts.
We're following ghosts, in Elysian Fields.

And I've noticed you from afar,
yet there are oceans between us,
breaking and reforming
like glaciers beneath neon sky.

And you've noticed me from afar,
yet there are endless tides between us,
rising and crashing
like pyroclastic flow upon volcanoes.

Love is poison and it dances in your blood;
I'm losing you in an ocean of ghosts,
in an ocean of lovers.
I've lost you to love, my love.

I cannot swim without you...
____

July, 2008.
Barith Ball


2) Relevant for the my country.

Pink Ribbon Armageddon:

A vivid explosion upon grey midnight sky
Is spiting colours like a brush thrown astray.
A drugged scientist thinks he's an artist,
Puts colours in bombs, in nuclear spray.

"What a beautiful rainbow!", shouting the girl,
"Waves upon waves of colourful ribbons.
Look, mommy, we can almost touch them.
Let's go swimming in a rainbow ocean."

But the angels above, smirking with madness,
Unveiling The Knell that'll fill us with darkness.
They're blowing kisses at every direction,
With their cherry lips and sarcastic elation.

"Oh mommy, who would have guessed,
That today, of all days, will bring us distress.
A death so colourful, but oh! What a mess!
Let's all just sing and drone -
It's pink ribbon Armageddon!"

"Pink ribbon Armageddon!"

And indeed they fanatically murmur
A sudden lament for the animated murder.

And all of the birds that sail in the sky,
The eagles, the pigeons, the gulls,
They turned into ravens - a web of stains
Around stars that look just like skulls.

And the monolith skyscrapers
That once ruled the heavens,
Are now smothered by lightnings.
The embrace of the cravens.

Still the girl strolling the streets,
She smiles and she laughs
At whoever she meets.

"Pink ribbon Armageddon!"

Coughing a blizzard,
A royal cyclone,
The little girl reveals the unknown.
She's merely a child, yet she stands upon
Her own pink Armageddon.
____

April, 2008.
Barith Ball