Nucleus

I heard the sound before
They fell to the floor and broke.
The shattered pieces that were me,
Crumbled to smithereens.
A hundred million pieces Of me
Look up at the world-The deciet, the betrayal, the untruths,
Mirror the darkness,The people, that once I loved.

The pain has broken me
And pains the broken shards.
The pain that comes out of belief
Which is at the nucleus of the many particles
Still holding them closeAnd accepting not defeat.

I close my eyes and look within, the belief strengthens
And I gather myself-
The suffering mortal,Immortal to the world.
Yet.

Ink Stains

Browning paper browns some,
Ink gathers, spreads, dances
And settles there for eternity.
The brilliance of those days
The darkness of those other days.
Blobs of ink spread
Reminiscent of imes
When you refused to understand.
Darker stains ententrench themselves
Impossible to erase...
Ah! if only you'd been more sensitive.

I try to blot the ink
Out of my life.
But they've already stained the paper
Coloured it dark, light and hurtful
To blacken the browning paper;
Worse, they show through the new pages,
Inerasable and unsuppressible.

I'll come to terms with them,
(Stains, Pieces of china, outgrown shoes,
They're all there.)
Some day, when many more pages
Have turned.

Calendar Lives

Dates, days, minutes,
Minions of time.
A compass to the future
Compassing the destiny of millions
Of little men. The sitting ducks
Of big booming toys.
Big kids must play the
Lopsided game. And every throw
Of dice will alter the Calendar
Lives of the little men
In sorry lands.

The numbers change on
The calendar and
Time ends in another land.
Still they cant begin at
t=0. The superpower kids
dont play fair. Time is
twisted from the zeroth
Moment, for they command
The minions of time. They blow
Away civilization developed in eons
For they have the toys.

A rock shatters somewhere
as a country flounders in dispair. Just
Another page in their calendar lives.