Diamonds or Coal-fires
Written by on in Vindaloo.


If I write a thousand verses
Will I find a hundred gold
Or will the writing of the thousand
Turn the whole to rotten steel

Would I rather write in diamonds
Crystals pressed from darkest smoke
Or write mountains of dark coal
And wait for pressure from below

Oh the diamonds can be clever
Melting down the shadowed horrors
Forming them to facets fast
To warp the viewing of the world

But storied words pull the viewer
With less thought and more heart
Into the worlds of mist and smoke
Words from center last bespoke

I can't decide between the loves
Whether to put up close-cut lines
Or storied odes to olden times
So for now I'll pluck from both the vines

Comments

  1. Honey

    Honey on 02/05/2006 6:53 p.m. #


    <br />
    Steel to Feel<br />
    <br />
    Gold and diamonds<br />
    Are as fair of face<br />
    Pleasing the eye <br />
    They hold their place<br />
    In lives of opulence<br />
    Women’s bodies to grace<br />
    Or god’s of misfortune<br />
    Whose temples they case<br />
    <br />
    Oh what joy to work in steel<br />
    To create shining swords of truth<br />
    Those which penetrate deep within souls<br />
    To strengthen resolve in ambivalent youth<br />
    Crafted for such noble cause<br />
    To arm young men of would be valour<br />
    In the eternal fight for justice and freedom<br />
    And defending that worthy of honour<br />
    <br />
    All this can be with but pen on page<br />
    And some words spilled from the heart<br />
    Demonstrating a higher cause<br />
    Than just creating art<br />
    To brush the soul of another<br />
    With the feathering of a pen<br />
    If we stir a little more feeling<br />
    Perhaps we shall all live again<br />

  2. Mike Fletcher

    Mike Fletcher on 02/05/2006 8:58 p.m. #


    Does she propose<br />
    Higher cause<br />
    Than art

  3. Mike Fletcher

    Mike Fletcher on 02/05/2006 8:59 p.m. #


    What violence have I wrought<br />
    By bringing heart-red ink<br />
    To lilly paper

  4. Mike Fletcher

    Mike Fletcher on 02/05/2006 9:03 p.m. #


    Industrial words working<br />
    Deep into sleeping hearts<br />
    Awaking armies to battle

  5. Mike Fletcher

    Mike Fletcher on 02/05/2006 9:06 p.m. #


    Fat hot gold<br />
    Against a well-fleshed body<br />
    Or hard steel<br />
    Lighting cold fire<br />
    Across a well-fleshed neck

  6. Mike Fletcher

    Mike Fletcher on 02/05/2006 9:07 p.m. #


    I dreamed of word-smithing<br />
    The world now tells me<br />
    I missed an ess

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