The tall rock stood on the beach
Lonely amidst the multitude of its lesser brothers
He looked down on them, each a weak shade of brown
Not Golden like the sun that bakes them, not crystal like the waves that rake them;
The lesser brothers of the sand looked up to the mighty rock
And they asked it, a voice as one,
Yelling to reach its grand ears
Yelling against the echoing beating of the waves at their shore
"Why so lonely dearest brother?"
And the rock would shudder against the song of the waves
The grand rock would yell down:
"How can I not be alone, when all my brothers have succumbed to the beating of the waves
And become lesser men?"
And his lesser brothers turned away from his scornful gaze,
His brothers of the sand turned as one and faced the coming waves
And they fell by the millions;
And the lonely rock looked at his fallen brothers,
How they still stood tall against the foe that felled greater men
And in the light of this moon
The tall rock stood small amongst grander men
© Samir Georges
2010
Relatively breathing
Among the lonely dead
The only way to see them
To look within your head
The accidental answers
The questions that remain
The threads that have forsaken
And then everything’s decay
Disturbed and undecided
The darkness sticks like glue
It manifests frustration
And then takes it out on you
Poisoning the answers
Eliminating doubt
A shape within the circle
A twist that spirals out
Such homicidal breathing
Among the lonely dead
The only way to hide now
To forget what’s in your head