Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Thoughts On Love.










Louis Shalako





Once they’re in there, they’re in there for good.

You will never forget anyone that you have truly loved.

They are in your heart forever.

I can remember every person I ever had a crush on, too.

Even hatred fades with time, and age, or wisdom.

But love is the stronger force.

I’ve often wondered, what would happen.

If I ran into someone from a long time ago.

Would we even recognize each other?

What would it be like, after all this time?

We would be two completely different people—

And yet we would still be the same—wouldn’t we?

It is merely the circumstances that would be different.  

Would it rekindle, that old flame, that once was there?

Unless one or the other or both had really let ourselves go

It might be all right to find out.


END

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

It's All in How You See the World

Otgonbayer Ersuu. (Wiki.)

I look back into the past and think and nod

Things remembered and things forgot

I shake my head and shrug my shoulders

All of that is gone

In all of the questions

In all of the events

All of those faces

All of those places and all of those times

Only one thing remains the same

That would be me, who I am and who I was

It is the basis for all of my terms of reference

But I still can’t tell you what I don’t know

I don’t even really remember all that much of it

I need some thing or some one, to remind me

In the future I will try to be a little more observant

It might be wise not to ask too many questions

And there are some things I will never figure out

But when it comes down—and sooner or later, it always does come down—

Then who is who

And who is what

What is true

And what is not

What is useless

And what you really need—

Well

That’s really all up to you, baby.

I guess it’s all in how you see the world.



END 

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Our Heads Didn't Explode, Eh?

Our heads didn't explode, right? Eh?


2013 was a profound learning experience.

And that’s okay, because knowledge is power, power is money,

And money is sex.

It’s not what you got,

But how you use it.

Money talks,

Bullshit walks,

And action speaks louder than words

I can't even tell you what love is

I lose my objectivity, and it happens fast.

You'll have to figure that out for yourself

We all got our wish list

Of shit we got to do

Yeah, before our time runs out.

More than anything

I want to have some fun—and so we do.

Now this is really living.

I hope you brought enough for the rest of the class.

Share what you got,

Look after your friends

And if they sort of tolerate you, well, that’s half the battle.

Here’s looking at you, kid.

I’m only going to say this once so I’ll just spit it out.

We’re wishing you and yours,

All the best from Louis Shalako (…and other staff members as well. – ed.)

To you and yours in 2014.

Live long and prosper.

And remember to take a day off once in a while.

2013 had its moments, 2014 will too

What the fuck, eh.

At least our heads didn’t explode.


Written by Louis Shalako

Friday, June 22, 2012

Bitter Prophecy.


With deadly malice and unerring aim

The slender bolt, touched with flame

Into the thatch, so carelessly flown

The hand is revealed, the face still unknown

The raging flames by the strong winds are blown

Out of the smoke, straight through the pyre

An apparition, steps from the fire

His armour bright, the blade strong and true

Lo and behold, from his own dust and ashes

The Phoenix arises, all shiny and new

Surely he knows thee, and all of thy works

When it is time, for he always come back

To make short work of the likes of you.