Feelings of Intuition and Arguments With the Sky
Can you imagine
drowning
coughing and screaming as you
squint
grasping
Thrashing and pulling at nothing
and more nothing
waiting for help
some sign that the gods might save you
a chance to live before
everything goes to black
and you look up as
the universe extends one hand
And through the darkness you reach
desperately try to reach
When the hand turns from
The inviting cup
and extends its middle finger as it slips away into the clouds?
Piper Marau
The First Cigarette of the New Year
Everything in life
and
Death happens in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette.
If it took just seven minutes
To light
And slowly inhale the thick smoke curling from the filter
and into your lungs
As a man thrashes around drowning
with cold salty water crashing into his lungs
Reaching out for the lifeboat
The crew desperately trying to save him
Not breathing
Going more brain dead by the minute
While you breath in and out your simple cigarette.
As easily as you extinguish your dying butt
It is over
The man is dead.
Or
during the home funeral of a pet
Imagine taking the shovel and with each labored puff
A stroke into the earth
Taking a little longer to savor the moment
As you remember the cat
or the rats
Finishing the smoke as you finish the burial
Making the end more final.
There is also the cigarette where you witness something
standing casually by the door
As two cars collide on the street
one survivor runs to check on the other
and you wait to see if anyone calls for help.
Of course
there is nothing like the waiting room cigarette
Anticipating a delivery
fearing a loss
waiting and pacing
Smoking away each moment
Trying to see into the future.
The most desperate cigarette
is smoked when
trying to control anger
or think of a response
or a way to escape
from a great shock.
The
cigarette smoked while watching the last
beams of light fall behind the horizon
and the fierce red and purple fade into the darkness
in unison with the final drag of a slowly burning cigarette.
That same cigarette breaks up the day.
The draining minutes slipping through each hour
With that seven minutes making each one that follows
slightly more bearable.
But
The reality is more fatal than any lung caner.
That your life is made of nothing but seven minute intervals
Whether you choose to smoke or not.
And you won't get any of it back.
Piper Marau
A Long Time Coming
drowning
coughing and screaming as you
squint
grasping
Thrashing and pulling at nothing
and more nothing
waiting for help
some sign that the gods might save you
a chance to live before
everything goes to black
and you look up as
the universe extends one hand
And through the darkness you reach
desperately try to reach
When the hand turns from
The inviting cup
and extends its middle finger as it slips away into the clouds?
Piper Marau
The First Cigarette of the New Year
Everything in life
and
Death happens in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette.
If it took just seven minutes
To light
And slowly inhale the thick smoke curling from the filter
and into your lungs
As a man thrashes around drowning
with cold salty water crashing into his lungs
Reaching out for the lifeboat
The crew desperately trying to save him
Not breathing
Going more brain dead by the minute
While you breath in and out your simple cigarette.
As easily as you extinguish your dying butt
It is over
The man is dead.
Or
during the home funeral of a pet
Imagine taking the shovel and with each labored puff
A stroke into the earth
Taking a little longer to savor the moment
As you remember the cat
or the rats
Finishing the smoke as you finish the burial
Making the end more final.
There is also the cigarette where you witness something
standing casually by the door
As two cars collide on the street
one survivor runs to check on the other
and you wait to see if anyone calls for help.
Of course
there is nothing like the waiting room cigarette
Anticipating a delivery
fearing a loss
waiting and pacing
Smoking away each moment
Trying to see into the future.
The most desperate cigarette
is smoked when
trying to control anger
or think of a response
or a way to escape
from a great shock.
The
cigarette smoked while watching the last
beams of light fall behind the horizon
and the fierce red and purple fade into the darkness
in unison with the final drag of a slowly burning cigarette.
That same cigarette breaks up the day.
The draining minutes slipping through each hour
With that seven minutes making each one that follows
slightly more bearable.
But
The reality is more fatal than any lung caner.
That your life is made of nothing but seven minute intervals
Whether you choose to smoke or not.
And you won't get any of it back.
Piper Marau
A Long Time Coming
Somehow I know
From here it gets better
As the bad plays out
The good rolls in
I feel a change is coming
I see it in the sky
Fortunes will turn
The wheel of life is once again shifting
I wonder where it will go this time
I've had such good fortune in bad times
The world around is changing
Not truly for the better
As I gaze up to the moonlit sky
A tremor of fear creeps up my spine
The winds are now wrathful
I'm waiting for the wheel to stop
To see the end result
How we all shall pay for our debts
As our dues are coming back
Though, for me I know
Some good will come of this
After all the devastation I endured
The game is now entering my favor
As I watch the naughty make amends
My reparations shall unfold
Just one more mile down this old beaten road
Then the day shall come
The world will be forced to make a new change
To restore what we have lost.
Piper Marau
Loathe
I want to show you how I feel
I need to express somehow this emotion
When we divide to conquer ourselves
The shame displayed as though it were triumph
You know you got it twisted
I won't let you get away with this
Who will buy you off this time?
What price will we pay for it
To be caught red handed like you
And watch them applaud
No longer doing what's right
Changing the law to get off clean
Re-arranging the system to ease your conscience
Making it wrong to improve what we lost
Distracting us with gossip
The finger points to you
Your lime light is our failure
The people made by you
Manufactured to be dumb
So enveloped in this race
To dominate the way we think
Maybe we won't notice this time around
We did it to ourselves.
Piper Marau
A Sign
I feel a cold wind coming
A chill runs through me as though it had the right
My senses pick up the change upon us
It is time to make another move
The wind pushing me to go again
Looking to the sky I am searching
Seeking out my next instruction
Fearing its every request
Longing not to have to go
Unable to leave things as they were
A shift in the sky has pointed my next location
I stare lazily with a sigh
I'm waiting for that moment
When I look up and feel at home
To know the land is mine
And Ours
This place is unsettled
The stars are angry with the earth
I feel a wrath coming
A day when we pay up
The clouds become frightening
Telling me how wrong we've been
I do what it tells me to
I dare not contradict the heavens
Though, a time will come again
When we are struck down to our true element.
Piper Marau
The Pattern of Life
Something is not right
I feel it, a disturbance in the pattern of life
It leaves me so sleepless and uneasy
The colors so skillfully woven into the soul of man
Now fading as though left on a rock out in the sun
Perhaps copied too many times
Old prints showing through, tainted by the overlay
Of what is now the surface
Not so perfectly blended into the fabric of today
Yet forced to participate
Making no sense in comparison to "right" and "wrong"
Soon to be covered up by more mistakes
These faults which we re-live rather than learn from
They are going to catch up with us soon
To overlap the confusion that has long existed
Hoping that some day we can decipher the answer.
Piper Marau
The Rules:
1. Never live with your boyfriend even if you are engaged.
2. Never sleep with your roommate no matter how cute he is.
3. You'll never get that promotion if you keep telling the truth.
4. You'll never really be happy if you don't like your hair.
5. Never fall in love with His daughter, it won't get you anything.
6. Don't sleep in his bed unless you just finished having sex. It just causes unnecessary attachment
7. Don't hope for much to happen with your fuck buddy. After all, he's your fuck buddy to avoid being your boyfriend.
8. Never break down alone, but avoid breaking down with the man you are having sex with. He doesn't want to hear it.
9. Always smile.
2. Never sleep with your roommate no matter how cute he is.
3. You'll never get that promotion if you keep telling the truth.
4. You'll never really be happy if you don't like your hair.
5. Never fall in love with His daughter, it won't get you anything.
6. Don't sleep in his bed unless you just finished having sex. It just causes unnecessary attachment
7. Don't hope for much to happen with your fuck buddy. After all, he's your fuck buddy to avoid being your boyfriend.
8. Never break down alone, but avoid breaking down with the man you are having sex with. He doesn't want to hear it.
9. Always smile.
Piper Marau
The Voluptuous One
Maybe you're scared to be perfect. Maybe it's the over whelming responsibility of knowing you are desired. You know guys want you. You make girls sick with envy, but you hate it. You don't want to be the shallow girl that knows she's beautiful, but in reality she's as ugly as you feel. You scream at every compliment wishing they would take it back. You act like you don't care about being the voluptuous one. Every lustful eye that sets on your body tears another piece of your modesty until you are as naked as a doll, but they don't know. All they see is your pretty face.
Piper Marau