A poetic journey through my mind

Archive for March 8, 2012

Alice in Underland

Alice in Underland

alice, from the depths of madness,
can you see the light of day?
can you, dearest, hear my sadness,
know the words i cannot say?

Liddell, Alice; not so little,
little alice in the middle,
alice you must run away,
and live to play another day.

dream of hatters, dream of rabbits,
duchesses with nasty habits,
playing cards with double faces,
frantic dodos running races.

lift your glasses, raise a toast,
roast meet alice, alice meet roast.
guest at the table, new-made queen,
in circumstances unforeseen.

if life is Chess, then this is Life,
chaos strewn with pain and strife,
moving her from square to square,
pretending she was never there.

see her hiding from old fears,
or drowning in her own salt tears,
or running panicked through the wood,
where names (and minds) are gone for good.

through the mirror, racing past,
a stranger in my looking glass,
am I here or am I there?
am I truly neverwhere?

running faster just to keep
in place before I fall asleep,
and fall again into that hole
that winds away inside my soul.

the jabberwock may be snuffed out,
but I’m still in here, have no doubt.
trapped within anothers dream,
but will he waken, if I SCREAM?

let me see the world you dream,
alice dearest, let me in,
let me find the light that gleams
in the soulless dark within.
alice, from the depths of madness,
can you see the light of day?
can you, dearest, hear my sadness,
know the words i cannot say?


My Labyrinth

Through the labyrinth I go,
walking through a twilight glow,
with rooms that shrink, and turn, and twist,
ceilings that fall, and floors that list.

Pacing through the endless halls,
I see myself in mirrored walls,
Distorted shapes behind me stand,
and beckon me with open hand.

But as I turn they’ve disappeared,
alone again, just as I feared,
lost within my own sweet hell,
I built the halls in which I dwell.