When I Was Dead

When I Was Dead
I danced till the asphalt drank the spilt blood of my feet
As they dragged across the heat
Tripping against music and beats
I danced when I was dead

When I was dead
The dust I kicked was bread in their mouths
Crutching their crotches while they went down south
Hiding their faces behind blotches
And showing their teeth before jumping on the bus

When I was dead
Freedom rose from my head
With sounds that pointed straight towards the cradle of a man
Whose name is the chill that the blizzard carries forth
I danced when I was dead

When I was dead
I opened the hole in my face
And while I kept the faith and prayed for grace
The grey days grew out in a fall of colours
Even though it never went anywhere
Even though it never went anywhere

But despite my demise
When I scribbled with my prize
In red-eyed hours I rise with volumous cries
Begging with hands slapped together
Under the cheap glow of the nightly moonlight
My soul was genius

For six time-filled months
Losing hours upon hours through a window to the world
I was alive even though I was dead
Pounding and strumming and picking and screaming
And plucking and poking
And grabbing hope from the unreachable-ness that was lurking behind somewhere
Somewhere out there
Somewhere over the rainbow
Where skies are blue and pink and stinks
I was alive even though I was dead

When I was dead
I danced till the asphalt drank the spilt blood of my feet
As they dragged across the heat
Tripping against music and beats
I danced… and I danced… and I danced… till I came alive

In The Shade of Sun

I came to you in a shade of orange
And you to me, in a shade of sun
Just a cursory glance
And my heart was won
We walked and smiled
Beguiled and fairytaled
And once the evening sprawled in our eyes
Our space traced its miles for years and years

But how I thank God
Within his pod of time we trod
He brought one to the other
When the seeking was sought

With a little push
Through the invisible thickness of chats and mails
And stale pseudonyms stashed in cyberspace cracks
Through an ancient web, and a network of answers to questions
Of wheres and whys and hows
Questions… questions…
Questions that erased impossibilities into oblivion
Questions that surfaced a sweet memory
Questions that navigated you to my direction
Questions that you ask while looking through lost and found

And you found…

In my stream of dreams
I never would have thought
That beam of smile I held for awhile
In a mere inch-long sticker print
Would scale the earth
To see the birth of unsullied love

Our eyes met again
Fresh
With stories rewritten on the skin of our faces
Beautiful anyhow
How you changed
Evolved
Bloomed from that point in time
Immortalized on a sticker and hugged between the leaves of your book
But your look shook me and my heart was won

Now I come to you in a shade of redness so deep
And you to me, still in the shade of sun