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Derek Song

North where winds blow
as chill as the deepest night
where vibrato echoes shamelessly
from the seas
to the firmament of Heaven
and back
Games selfish and bitter as a fresh driven snow

East where ancients dwell
souls brandish shrills,
from vibrations of furious banshees
across the highland glens
green as the Amazon
A life force so (alive)
alien to any understanding

South where flowers thrive in arid deserts
caravans of Gold and Salt
crawl from infancy
wings claw at air
to thin and weak to sustain
Ivory tusks,long for its previous place

West where virgin lands lay
drawing the multitudes with siren songs
where hope springs forth
where anarchy once held court
every angle is crossed
every latitude sings
the weight of directions pins
A perfect circle of being

Which ever place you hail
I shall travel and follow your steps

Helen

by

Derek Song

Do you ever have me in mind?
you like a stain, unable of fading
(Your tears are my decline )

Dreams in my hollow head all turn to slime
Me trying to find respite under my apathetic shading
Do you ever have me in mind?

The red of your lips like so many deaths; kind
Your heart is full and is burning
(Your tears are my decline)

We are in Asia on the Steppes of time
The only color for miles is tan and waning
Do you ever have me in mind?

The melodic echo of you voice; unkind
But somewhere in myself it is still ringing
(Your tears are my decline)

I will always think of you
I hope you are joyful in your living
My body and sins shall rest on the pew
(Your tears are my decline)

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Derek Song

Before I was paved I was REAL
Dirt would cling
Impressions were left
Now I'm more accessible, easier to take
Like grinding a pill for a child
Instead of swallowing me whole
It must have been those countless auditions
Yet I never voluntarily went for the part
An actor of life
Not knowing whether to play the lead or fill the scenery
I cower on top of the soapbox
Peering down at my audience
I manage to spew
"What the hell are all you looking at"
So, at the twenty-sixth mile I relieve myself