Poetry
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revelations of a reformed individualist
Life passed I am reflecting under the warmth of the sun's rays protecting inner dreams my heart projecting any pain on this path rejecting taking time i sit reflecting isn't art just me subjecting? all my truths i am expressing anecdotes and stories reflecting journeys and sites i am collecting but personal loves i am neglecting inner health and relations dissecting i am ready for a joining of hearts and dreams, you and me, combining for this path alone is isolating and my heart is big but also needing to feel a love come back delivering to me so i continue growing in return i am able and willing to share a love and all that's filling me up so we can rise in flying to the highest heights of real living
This Moment
What calls for this moment is silence.
Listening to the spaces in between the darkness
without discarding
The light.
Lightness of all beings penetrate my heavy heart.
What calls for this moment is stillness.
Simplifying the extraneous, discarding
All that persuades to invade me.
Going inward to nothing, emptiness and
living with that perfect void.
What calls for this moment is joy.
Lifting me up to feel special, nourished, fed, fueled.
A sense of awe and light and much laughter
That is just real
and no negativity or displeasure.
What calls for this moment is peace.
Within and without, and lightness of soul.
Love and care and rest.
Immense calm.
Beauty and serenity that works tenderly,
to offer solace and a feeling of okay.
What calls for this moment is truth.
© gilli moon 2005
Flat line
I woke up and I spent the day
asleep.
Numb to my internal dreaming
I infused coffee like a drug to pump
my blood to zone.
Click click clack on the keyboard.
Hours
went by. I had died
inside.
Tick tick tock went my internal clock.
Years went by.
Letting go of vivid creativity
no more burning.
I self-medicate and watch my passion
Fry.
Until one night I saw the
light.
Surrounded by kindred talent
they spoke their work
and rapped their purpose
and knew their service
to mankind.
I woke up.
I am awake and it's
TIME
to live the vision.
take it to the next level of
creation.
No more masturbation.
It's not about one thing by
MANY
things. Art is all
round all encompassing.
I live and breath the floor boards
I dance
I look into the lens
and let go of defense
I have the energy to
be all that I am to be.
No more flat line.
It's time. To.
Do. It. © gilli moon
last night Connected but wary intimate... without friction or lust Neither... yet. I'm wondering what he is thinking about my body? about my depth? about my age? about my ego that i let go about the mask i just took off.. and surrendered to the night's flow about me... ? who knows how a man thinks ... I'm assuming, but becoming the ass every minute. I'm not good at this. I wonder if it shows? I'm assuming he has changed his mind. Already. At some stage they turn off. cold. And I never get to understand why. But it would be so... eloquent... polite even... if this one stays switched on. Because I'm always on...
to the pulse of this frequency, of OPENING and exploring and loving fully, living and giving deeply. so many do not know how to take that.
i get so much take take take and they eat it up like i've just brought the messiah but i'm left holding my heart that i put on a silver plate devoured fast
and i sink deeper into the water. it never lasts. slow. gotta go slow, still ... want to know. am i supposed to know yet? how he thinks of me? i feel invisible right now in his mind as he gets on with his normal life the day after last night. last night. it was an evolution of a night. there were all the parts played to make a life's opus. and the touching. oh the sweet... comfort of that. he stayed the night. no, not what you might presume. no hard-felt lust episodes that end in gloom. no, this was really a dream night.. of true sleeping entwined. we slept hard from the wine. breathing deep, hearts beating like one let it come. our toes touch our noses touch our fingers touch and yet not even one kiss.
that would take us over the edge and i'm still clinging on to that ledge because if we speed up this train i'll lose him, again. slow. slow. slow down. he draws me close to his back and i lie close warm skin softly dancing together flirting. he made sure we stayed connected palm to palm, ear to ear. i'm not used to this. he breathed deep, exorcizing his own demons of the night or maybe i was helping him delete his memory bank breathing hard so we could make a brand new start. at three i let go of his skin and made space within. his breath eased and mine too and we slept and dreamed through till dawn. i remember now why i have been alone all my life. i have so far to go to throw out the demons of my own self-realization but in this occasion i choose. to. give in to the mystery. i let him go, without a kiss but i still felt bliss. © gilli moon
KISS Your service is a disservice to the life we could lead.
I bleed
Over and over again, trying to mend
But this illusion is an intrusion
On what’s really going down
When you’re around you fill me up and
Tantalize
Then crucify my tongue so I apologize
Red in my eyes the tears and fears built up over time
I feel like I’ve committed a crime for my own protection
There is a defection and
I can no longer carry your load
And be blamed for your hibernation from women
I am woman and I love, give, receive
Don’t deceive as I will leave
Again
You are closed and angry, pity the one who throws stones
Carry the bone and be lonely
If only you’d hear my heart and we could make a fresh start
Where all is ours for hours
No lies just truth
I welcome you, you son of a bitch
Into the womb, my legs apart
Whenever you itch
My tongue on fire
You cannot see desire
Only flame and betrayal
Hail the man who understands when to push, interrogate
Know his fate and not press the point
But just anoint love and care and
Know time heals all wounds
Soon I’ll find a man of my kind
Who’ll talk and walk and jump in blind
Who’ll see the point and be the knight
I’ll carry your seed and breed if you are right
All loving, caring wise and free
To be mine and mine alone
If only you would see and be smart to
Know a woman can be the tart and mother in one
If, son, you take us as we are,
We’ll take you far
To the highest of highs and passion by far
The best reward and desert, as we flirt
…. So…. Leave your bedroom door a jar
and let me close your lips that sting
Just wear my ring, and let me caress
Not possess
Nor dispossess
But be our own selves and lie in bliss
With our timely
…… kiss
© gilli moon
new york midnight express. Now is What. chaos. on the street in my head on the tv in the room. i stand innocent. it swims around me. i live the silent movie. bam...fast furious fire strong midnight express. sleeping in the bronx, smelling deep history race, creed, industrialized waste, toxic to my system, messy, grimy, how do people live like this? ..fixing for a taste of home, not going to come so easy feeling queasy. new york, new york, giant jungle people fight to stay alive dyin' inside but hungry like tigers fast and furious they push whoosh goes the train like hunter and hunted, subway speed and kids doing tricks street side. do they know what's going on in the south? nothing comes out of this boy's mouth but "yeah, wanna buy my pet lizard got no disease" the dis-ease of our nation is seen on these streets exemplified thrice fold. now what? i am alone in my thought on this how do i make it clear without inciting fear. while tears wash away in the floods of new orleans. where do we all go from here? fear is the one thing stopping.it.all. i contemplate while i wait for my pizza slice filled with cheese, grease and my god it's delicious, down in alphabet city, with the sleaze and cuban restaurants with melodic guitars and voices and drums and beer and wine bars and young girls with tats and black berets and striped socks. sleeping on the street. she sleeps. or dribbles not sure. i eat. i look around and find i'm in hell how ironic as i am in love with it all. it drives my creative muse and i refuse to be of it but in it in any case. alive and kicking i also am with it,loving it performing in it, feeling it. now what? i find the keyboard and feel the ivories at c-note, a dive bar that eases my mood. i drink cheap beer. magic of lower east side. new york city has me by the hook, line and sinker and i'm not fine with what i see, the black concrete playgrounds, and a city losing time. no time, all the time, every time people fast, forward in your face. ..and hard truck sounds and taxi cabs that don't stop when you put your hand up high and say "stop" i am crossing this god damn street. "stop" with the cockroaches and the grit on my glass of water. "stop" with the urine down on the L line people live with this going to work and back and they don't see this simple fact, they live in tunnels on the way from here to there tunnels under the roads, the labyrinth of codes. "stop" the chatter inside my head of fear and 9/11 and clubs that don't pay or leave it ambiguous like they don't know what an artist needs. what does an artist need? the feeling of connection... whispering my thoughts ....do they know, ...do they know what is really going on? are we all so centrifugal to our own moment our own journey? was this book really created for me? "go" with my heart, my pulse, the instinct to be alive, and enjoy this fast journey, the ploy, the entrancing feeling of living on the edge and feeling history,.. on 42nd street. where i stayed last year in 5 star hell and finally, finally performed on broadway with a python at that. new york city town hall. i have done it. now what? how does it feel? what's real to my heart my ambition to know ....to know i have grabbed what i wanted to do in '92, as i rollerbladed through these steamy streets with Backstage mag in my hands and dreams in my heart, and naivety in my lungs and all i felt was fun and cold and hot and all the stuff that makes an artist alive, wanting, yearning, begging for a stage to be heard. living on adrenalin and hard dreams, ambitions to fruition i want to be heard.. new york city. do you hear me? do you feel me? do you want me? BUT i have done it. already. i have made it real and lived broadway and succeeded for whatever that success means? what does it really mean? this constant fire in my belly that says more more more NOW WHAT? i turn to the burbs big houses, large windows fancy mercedes SUVs and i sit here on the couch wondering. now what? while... an old lady dies in a hospital and i'm left holding my friend's baby so calm and soft she smiles with the innocence of mother nature she calms my mind. the innocence of children reminds me that i must look at life through a child's eyes at all times to survive my own ambition. now what? NOW. Now is WHAT. i breathe in i submerge to dreamland to breathe some more and feel the blue sky beating it's heat reminding me of life and love and california and passion surging, coursing through me . i live an extraordinary life. give me another slice. gilli moon . september 10. 2005. manhattan.
deconstruction
I hold my breath I catch myself
It oozes from my pores
I resist
I put up walls
‘Cause I fear to fall
But what is this fear I feel
An inability to stand tall
Never lose my sense of self
Rigid in my id
You come to me open arms
and I deconstruct all ego
Deconstruct the self
Surrender to swimming
Underwater upside down
Deconstruct the fear
Dip into the well
Clean out the cobwebs
Decompose addiction
Surrender deconstruction.
Let it come.
Who am I but no one special
Perfection doesn’t make me.
I float and be the bag
Wherever wind takes me.
Be mine, my sweet wine,
As I disassemble the priority line
I’m facing a highway and feeling
Tender in my convictions.
Am I alone in this dualism of creation?
We’re born alone, we live alone we die alone.
That’s what the angel sang to me but I resist
I want more than this.
I deconstruct the symbols and the signs
And find metaphors to guide me to unity
Clarity
Together, another, love beyond the borders
Of my own heart.
Can there be two hearts that beat like one?
Many paths I’ve traveled, many roads have led me here.
I cry I laugh I shout I retreat
Circumstances created fear.
I’ve lived a thousand years and spoken with devils and angels
I run the mile, the lonely mile
Path least traveled through the ages.
And in my rhetoric
Of this moment being mine
Past present future
It’s one delicious glass of wine
Solitude is comforting
But it’s not where I want to be
I’m blindfolded ready
Into the abyss you guide me
Goddess, mother, warrior, man,
Lover, mermaid, phoenix, wife
Husband, father, sister, brother,
Jump into my extraOrdinary life
© gilli moon
communication
we all have different masks we wear. we are complex individuals with complex personalities. we all have multi-dimensional personas. as we reveal the hidden layers to discover our true selves… we are still complex. i am sweet, loving, angelic, and angry, unheard, demonic. i have wept and I have laughed. i have lived. i am alive. i mirror you like you mirror me. I unveil the masks you wear. we live the perfect life you and i. war, peace, fight then love. truth, deceit, honor, corruption. lust, hate, warmth, cold. fear, faith, more, then less. success, failure, adventure, stagnation. life is a journey. this is perfection. be brave temperamental angel.
© gilli moon
ALONE
confused yet sure
focused but unsteady
energy but tired
small but large hearted
in love with nobody
happy and alone
alone with a struggle
poor in pocket
rich in thought
eager to end
hard to start
sure in uncertainty
unsure in commodity
surprised at life
wanting independence
naive on world doings
wise to my own ears
love and fighter
no brothers or sisters
alone © gilli moon
i used to dream of this day
i never thought it would come to this
all of those weary nights
poems by candlelight
i danced alone in my own world
i feel so much alive
i remember the fear i felt
never believed the dreams in me
time to receive all that i need
time to reinvent my human nature
time to begin the child
time to begin
time
© gilli moon
TIME
i don't appreciate the feeling i get when i'm clinging to my rock upside down
why is it alway's me rolling around? being pushed to the ground?
i'll take a minute to stand up tall
i'll take a minute to get on the rock.... and not fall.
cause time is in my hands
it's swimming in my pockets
tick tock, hickory dock
time to go, time to stop
time to un ad time to fly
time to sleep and time to cry
i'm running out of moments where i sit alone and contemplate
aching in the morning, don't wanna wake up to any bad days
i'll trim the edges and lose the lost
counting on myself to break the wall... at every cost
cause time is in m hands
it's swimming in my pockets
tick tock, hickory dock
time to go, time to stop
time to un ad time to fly
time to sleep and time to cry
why should i wait another minute!! when there's only seconds left...
© gilli moon
Indigo was the colour of my dream,
Soft and reassuring - a sense of secure
Promises and episodes
All was there, seen
Felt.
It was tangible, this indigo dream.
Candid, direct, straight forward,
Like the yellow brick road just following
The golden light to reach the pot of gold.
Hardly real.
It was an indigo dream
I curved too much.
Dubious.
Life is like a shadow - dark and dubious.
No such indignation of an indigo truth.
Lost.
Can't touch real things.
The brick road is windy.
No soap opera of events.
Just questions -
No colours except for the colour wheel
Of our eyes.
Indigo eyes.
Tainting the black and white image
To create diversity.
Indigo is only an adjective anyway.
Indigo was the colour of my dream.
My dreams are usually black
So indigo suits me fine.
© gilli moon
revelations of a reformed individualist
Life passed I am reflecting under the warmth of the sun's rays protecting inner dreams my heart projecting any pain on this path rejecting taking time i sit reflecting isn't art just me subjecting? all my truths i am expressing anecdotes and stories reflecting journeys and sites i am collecting but personal loves i am neglecting inner health and relations dissecting i am ready for a joining of hearts and dreams, you and me, combining for this path alone is isolating and my heart is big but also needing to feel a love come back delivering to me so i continue growing in return i am able and willing to share a love and all that's filling me up so we can rise in flying to the highest heights of real living
This Moment
What calls for this moment is silence.
Listening to the spaces in between the darkness
without discarding
The light.
Lightness of all beings penetrate my heavy heart.
What calls for this moment is stillness.
Simplifying the extraneous, discarding
All that persuades to invade me.
Going inward to nothing, emptiness and
living with that perfect void.
What calls for this moment is joy.
Lifting me up to feel special, nourished, fed, fueled.
A sense of awe and light and much laughter
That is just real
and no negativity or displeasure.
What calls for this moment is peace.
Within and without, and lightness of soul.
Love and care and rest.
Immense calm.
Beauty and serenity that works tenderly,
to offer solace and a feeling of okay.
What calls for this moment is truth.
© gilli moon 2005
Flat line
I woke up and I spent the day
asleep.
Numb to my internal dreaming
I infused coffee like a drug to pump
my blood to zone.
Click click clack on the keyboard.
Hours
went by. I had died
inside.
Tick tick tock went my internal clock.
Years went by.
Letting go of vivid creativity
no more burning.
I self-medicate and watch my passion
Fry.
Until one night I saw the
light.
Surrounded by kindred talent
they spoke their work
and rapped their purpose
and knew their service
to mankind.
I woke up.
I am awake and it's
TIME
to live the vision.
take it to the next level of
creation.
No more masturbation.
It's not about one thing by
MANY
things. Art is all
round all encompassing.
I live and breath the floor boards
I dance
I look into the lens
and let go of defense
I have the energy to
be all that I am to be.
No more flat line.
It's time. To.
Do. It. © gilli moon
last night Connected but wary intimate... without friction or lust Neither... yet. I'm wondering what he is thinking about my body? about my depth? about my age? about my ego that i let go about the mask i just took off.. and surrendered to the night's flow about me... ? who knows how a man thinks ... I'm assuming, but becoming the ass every minute. I'm not good at this. I wonder if it shows? I'm assuming he has changed his mind. Already. At some stage they turn off. cold. And I never get to understand why. But it would be so... eloquent... polite even... if this one stays switched on. Because I'm always on...
to the pulse of this frequency, of OPENING and exploring and loving fully, living and giving deeply. so many do not know how to take that.
i get so much take take take and they eat it up like i've just brought the messiah but i'm left holding my heart that i put on a silver plate devoured fast
and i sink deeper into the water. it never lasts. slow. gotta go slow, still ... want to know. am i supposed to know yet? how he thinks of me? i feel invisible right now in his mind as he gets on with his normal life the day after last night. last night. it was an evolution of a night. there were all the parts played to make a life's opus. and the touching. oh the sweet... comfort of that. he stayed the night. no, not what you might presume. no hard-felt lust episodes that end in gloom. no, this was really a dream night.. of true sleeping entwined. we slept hard from the wine. breathing deep, hearts beating like one let it come. our toes touch our noses touch our fingers touch and yet not even one kiss.
that would take us over the edge and i'm still clinging on to that ledge because if we speed up this train i'll lose him, again. slow. slow. slow down. he draws me close to his back and i lie close warm skin softly dancing together flirting. he made sure we stayed connected palm to palm, ear to ear. i'm not used to this. he breathed deep, exorcizing his own demons of the night or maybe i was helping him delete his memory bank breathing hard so we could make a brand new start. at three i let go of his skin and made space within. his breath eased and mine too and we slept and dreamed through till dawn. i remember now why i have been alone all my life. i have so far to go to throw out the demons of my own self-realization but in this occasion i choose. to. give in to the mystery. i let him go, without a kiss but i still felt bliss. © gilli moon
KISS Your service is a disservice to the life we could lead.
I bleed
Over and over again, trying to mend
But this illusion is an intrusion
On what’s really going down
When you’re around you fill me up and
Tantalize
Then crucify my tongue so I apologize
Red in my eyes the tears and fears built up over time
I feel like I’ve committed a crime for my own protection
There is a defection and
I can no longer carry your load
And be blamed for your hibernation from women
I am woman and I love, give, receive
Don’t deceive as I will leave
Again
You are closed and angry, pity the one who throws stones
Carry the bone and be lonely
If only you’d hear my heart and we could make a fresh start
Where all is ours for hours
No lies just truth
I welcome you, you son of a bitch
Into the womb, my legs apart
Whenever you itch
My tongue on fire
You cannot see desire
Only flame and betrayal
Hail the man who understands when to push, interrogate
Know his fate and not press the point
But just anoint love and care and
Know time heals all wounds
Soon I’ll find a man of my kind
Who’ll talk and walk and jump in blind
Who’ll see the point and be the knight
I’ll carry your seed and breed if you are right
All loving, caring wise and free
To be mine and mine alone
If only you would see and be smart to
Know a woman can be the tart and mother in one
If, son, you take us as we are,
We’ll take you far
To the highest of highs and passion by far
The best reward and desert, as we flirt
…. So…. Leave your bedroom door a jar
and let me close your lips that sting
Just wear my ring, and let me caress
Not possess
Nor dispossess
But be our own selves and lie in bliss
With our timely
…… kiss
© gilli moon
new york midnight express. Now is What. chaos. on the street in my head on the tv in the room. i stand innocent. it swims around me. i live the silent movie. bam...fast furious fire strong midnight express. sleeping in the bronx, smelling deep history race, creed, industrialized waste, toxic to my system, messy, grimy, how do people live like this? ..fixing for a taste of home, not going to come so easy feeling queasy. new york, new york, giant jungle people fight to stay alive dyin' inside but hungry like tigers fast and furious they push whoosh goes the train like hunter and hunted, subway speed and kids doing tricks street side. do they know what's going on in the south? nothing comes out of this boy's mouth but "yeah, wanna buy my pet lizard got no disease" the dis-ease of our nation is seen on these streets exemplified thrice fold. now what? i am alone in my thought on this how do i make it clear without inciting fear. while tears wash away in the floods of new orleans. where do we all go from here? fear is the one thing stopping.it.all. i contemplate while i wait for my pizza slice filled with cheese, grease and my god it's delicious, down in alphabet city, with the sleaze and cuban restaurants with melodic guitars and voices and drums and beer and wine bars and young girls with tats and black berets and striped socks. sleeping on the street. she sleeps. or dribbles not sure. i eat. i look around and find i'm in hell how ironic as i am in love with it all. it drives my creative muse and i refuse to be of it but in it in any case. alive and kicking i also am with it,loving it performing in it, feeling it. now what? i find the keyboard and feel the ivories at c-note, a dive bar that eases my mood. i drink cheap beer. magic of lower east side. new york city has me by the hook, line and sinker and i'm not fine with what i see, the black concrete playgrounds, and a city losing time. no time, all the time, every time people fast, forward in your face. ..and hard truck sounds and taxi cabs that don't stop when you put your hand up high and say "stop" i am crossing this god damn street. "stop" with the cockroaches and the grit on my glass of water. "stop" with the urine down on the L line people live with this going to work and back and they don't see this simple fact, they live in tunnels on the way from here to there tunnels under the roads, the labyrinth of codes. "stop" the chatter inside my head of fear and 9/11 and clubs that don't pay or leave it ambiguous like they don't know what an artist needs. what does an artist need? the feeling of connection... whispering my thoughts ....do they know, ...do they know what is really going on? are we all so centrifugal to our own moment our own journey? was this book really created for me? "go" with my heart, my pulse, the instinct to be alive, and enjoy this fast journey, the ploy, the entrancing feeling of living on the edge and feeling history,.. on 42nd street. where i stayed last year in 5 star hell and finally, finally performed on broadway with a python at that. new york city town hall. i have done it. now what? how does it feel? what's real to my heart my ambition to know ....to know i have grabbed what i wanted to do in '92, as i rollerbladed through these steamy streets with Backstage mag in my hands and dreams in my heart, and naivety in my lungs and all i felt was fun and cold and hot and all the stuff that makes an artist alive, wanting, yearning, begging for a stage to be heard. living on adrenalin and hard dreams, ambitions to fruition i want to be heard.. new york city. do you hear me? do you feel me? do you want me? BUT i have done it. already. i have made it real and lived broadway and succeeded for whatever that success means? what does it really mean? this constant fire in my belly that says more more more NOW WHAT? i turn to the burbs big houses, large windows fancy mercedes SUVs and i sit here on the couch wondering. now what? while... an old lady dies in a hospital and i'm left holding my friend's baby so calm and soft she smiles with the innocence of mother nature she calms my mind. the innocence of children reminds me that i must look at life through a child's eyes at all times to survive my own ambition. now what? NOW. Now is WHAT. i breathe in i submerge to dreamland to breathe some more and feel the blue sky beating it's heat reminding me of life and love and california and passion surging, coursing through me . i live an extraordinary life. give me another slice. gilli moon . september 10. 2005. manhattan.
deconstruction
I hold my breath I catch myself
It oozes from my pores
I resist
I put up walls
‘Cause I fear to fall
But what is this fear I feel
An inability to stand tall
Never lose my sense of self
Rigid in my id
You come to me open arms
and I deconstruct all ego
Deconstruct the self
Surrender to swimming
Underwater upside down
Deconstruct the fear
Dip into the well
Clean out the cobwebs
Decompose addiction
Surrender deconstruction.
Let it come.
Who am I but no one special
Perfection doesn’t make me.
I float and be the bag
Wherever wind takes me.
Be mine, my sweet wine,
As I disassemble the priority line
I’m facing a highway and feeling
Tender in my convictions.
Am I alone in this dualism of creation?
We’re born alone, we live alone we die alone.
That’s what the angel sang to me but I resist
I want more than this.
I deconstruct the symbols and the signs
And find metaphors to guide me to unity
Clarity
Together, another, love beyond the borders
Of my own heart.
Can there be two hearts that beat like one?
Many paths I’ve traveled, many roads have led me here.
I cry I laugh I shout I retreat
Circumstances created fear.
I’ve lived a thousand years and spoken with devils and angels
I run the mile, the lonely mile
Path least traveled through the ages.
And in my rhetoric
Of this moment being mine
Past present future
It’s one delicious glass of wine
Solitude is comforting
But it’s not where I want to be
I’m blindfolded ready
Into the abyss you guide me
Goddess, mother, warrior, man,
Lover, mermaid, phoenix, wife
Husband, father, sister, brother,
Jump into my extraOrdinary life
© gilli moon
communication
we all have different masks we wear. we are complex individuals with complex personalities. we all have multi-dimensional personas. as we reveal the hidden layers to discover our true selves… we are still complex. i am sweet, loving, angelic, and angry, unheard, demonic. i have wept and I have laughed. i have lived. i am alive. i mirror you like you mirror me. I unveil the masks you wear. we live the perfect life you and i. war, peace, fight then love. truth, deceit, honor, corruption. lust, hate, warmth, cold. fear, faith, more, then less. success, failure, adventure, stagnation. life is a journey. this is perfection. be brave temperamental angel.
© gilli moon
ALONE
confused yet sure
focused but unsteady
energy but tired
small but large hearted
in love with nobody
happy and alone
alone with a struggle
poor in pocket
rich in thought
eager to end
hard to start
sure in uncertainty
unsure in commodity
surprised at life
wanting independence
naive on world doings
wise to my own ears
love and fighter
no brothers or sisters
alone © gilli moon
i used to dream of this day
i never thought it would come to this
all of those weary nights
poems by candlelight
i danced alone in my own world
i feel so much alive
i remember the fear i felt
never believed the dreams in me
time to receive all that i need
time to reinvent my human nature
time to begin the child
time to begin
time
© gilli moon
TIME
i don't appreciate the feeling i get when i'm clinging to my rock upside down
why is it alway's me rolling around? being pushed to the ground?
i'll take a minute to stand up tall
i'll take a minute to get on the rock.... and not fall.
cause time is in my hands
it's swimming in my pockets
tick tock, hickory dock
time to go, time to stop
time to un ad time to fly
time to sleep and time to cry
i'm running out of moments where i sit alone and contemplate
aching in the morning, don't wanna wake up to any bad days
i'll trim the edges and lose the lost
counting on myself to break the wall... at every cost
cause time is in m hands
it's swimming in my pockets
tick tock, hickory dock
time to go, time to stop
time to un ad time to fly
time to sleep and time to cry
why should i wait another minute!! when there's only seconds left...
© gilli moon
Indigo was the colour of my dream,
Soft and reassuring - a sense of secure
Promises and episodes
All was there, seen
Felt.
It was tangible, this indigo dream.
Candid, direct, straight forward,
Like the yellow brick road just following
The golden light to reach the pot of gold.
Hardly real.
It was an indigo dream
I curved too much.
Dubious.
Life is like a shadow - dark and dubious.
No such indignation of an indigo truth.
Lost.
Can't touch real things.
The brick road is windy.
No soap opera of events.
Just questions -
No colours except for the colour wheel
Of our eyes.
Indigo eyes.
Tainting the black and white image
To create diversity.
Indigo is only an adjective anyway.
Indigo was the colour of my dream.
My dreams are usually black
So indigo suits me fine.
© gilli moon
