It was Gibran who said, In only one drop of water are found all the secrets of the ocean.  What a privilege it is for the drop deemed worthy of such an honor. How proud it must feel to be entrusted with such glorious distinction..
But it must also be exhausting for a single drop to harbor confidences of such vast proportion. 
Does it yearn to relinquish its burden and flow freely amongst it's kind unencumbered? I wonder... Or perhaps the noble task of safeguarding the ocean's treasures has become a vital part of it's very existence...

I don't know, but I find myself fascinated.

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Tuesday, December 22, 2009

February 2009 - Poems

ALL THAT GLITTERS
All that glitters is not gold 
Is that how the saying goes 
Thats not what some people say 
If it glitters then it must be gold 
And everyones buying in 
So if you're selling, consider it sold. 
Its the folly of men 
To want to be big superstars 
Own fifteen mansions, drive luxury cars 
Rolexes TAG Heuers Movados 
Airs of assumed bravado 
Properties around the globe 
In cities near and far 
Beautiful women at beck and call 
Extravagant parties 
Lavish affairs, free for all. 
And every girl wants to be 
The envy of all women 
Fur coats, iced wrists, crushed linen 
Beemers benzes Q45 to the infinite 
Capital One visas where the sky's the limit 
Conditioned beauty artificially maintained 
Thick lashes, flawless skin, 
Slender figures personally trained 
Vacationing in the Maldives 
Blue water white sand soft breeze 
Moss Lipow sunglasses, tan top, white capris 
Rocking all the designer labels 
Bvlgari pradas hermes Fendis 
Only the finest Italian leather 
Give them the best cuz it can't get better 
Than this 
Sheer bliss 
What do you mean, they ask 
What you don't have 
Is in fact possible to miss 
Whoever says what I have is not gold 
Is a fool jealous 
That they don't possess 
Everything I own 
Of course all I have glitters good as gold 
And I deserve it all and more ten-fold 
The price you ask? 
The devil didn't ask for much in return 
Only conscience and soul. 
(c) znc 2.09
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YESTERDAY'S WHISPERS 
Under pale moonlight after night falls 
The world sleeps soundly while he lies awake 
Studying shadows cast on unadorned walls 
He reminisces of a love he cannot forsake 

The lone wind wails, an unwelcome intruder 
Lamenting tales of betrayal and heartache 
Coyly along corridors, its echoes softly whisper 
Mocking of a past he cannot escape 

Until yesterday love was the only truth he knew 
A maxim that would prevail despite any cost 
But fate dissented, and circumstance was a foe 
His beloved is gone and he is now lost 

A foghorn signals dutifully, warning of impending peril 
Thunder claps in the distance, then solemn hush ensues 
A weary soul wistfully sighs, restless and remorseful 
Yearning for elusive peace that in vain he pursues 

Tonight the night is a fair-weather friend 
Cloaking crystalline tears on ashen cheeks 
In the reassuring comfort of its ample bosom 
He seeks oblivion under guise of sleep. 
(c) znc 2.09