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Alice

09 Saturday Mar 2013

Posted by in Buddhism, Death, Deep Stuff!, Sanity

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Alice’s Abenteuer im Wunderland Übersetzer: An...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t cry, said Alice,

it’s all a game,

life and death,

it’s all the same.

 

Don’t be fooled,

it’s all illusion,

don’t believe,

your own delusion.

 

Look in the mirror,

what do you see?

a collection of habits,

that I call, ‘Me’.

 

Step through the mirror,

beyond the girl,

and look into,

another world.

 

Experience,

is one third true,

but only for,

the reflected you.

 

So don’t believe,

all that you feel,

the crux of life –

nothing is real.

 

So, White Rabbit,

I would say,

there is no point,

to run away…

 

and Hatter, dear,

we’re all quite mad,

pour the tea,

and don’t be sad.

 

© Alice 07.03.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Alice’s Abenteuer im Wunderland Übersetzer: Antonie Zimmermann Orginal Titel: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland Illustrationen: John Tenniel (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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Shades of Grey

14 Sunday Oct 2012

Posted by in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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Dock near Washington D.C.

 

 

 

 

 

Am I mad,

or am I sane?

Is this real,

and what’s to gain?

I do not think,

the way you do,

I do not see ,

the world as tho’,

each instant,

is in monochrome

no black, no white,

no sin atoned.

There is no evil,

right or wrong,

Just shades of grey,

no one belongs;

each coin a side,

yet both the same;

I ask once more –

Am I sane?

 

© Shades of Grey  14.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo credit – Dock near Washington D.C. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Silhouettes and Soliloquies

01 Tuesday May 2012

Posted by in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

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The Eerie Cold
I’m hiding in the shadows,

it’s where I long to be,

drifting into dreamscapes,

singing sad soliloquies.

 

I have my other life, you see?

I’ve lived it since a child;

It’s not quite real – that I know,

but I’ve lived it for a while.

 

The daytime is the hardest,

a cruel life chased by death;

but night time is so easy,

sleep brings immortal breath.

 

What’s real, what’s not?

Well who’s to say?

Each one its own delusion,

by night the moon –

by day the sun –

each life is an illusion.

 

Shadows play upon my mind,

ghosts welcome setting sun;

silhouettes of dreams gone by

half-lives, loves-lived, undone.

 

So let me go, and leave me be,

to live each night anew.

I’ll sing my sweet soliloquies,

while dreams bring me to you.

 

 

© Silhouettes and Soliloquies 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Eerie Cold (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

For the Love of Rainbows

27 Friday Apr 2012

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Rainbow transience

ephemera of the mind,

love intransigent

no respect of time.

 

Shimmering splendour

the summer of our life.

Majestic magnificence,

cutting with a knife.

 

What tantalising trickery

deceiver of our sight,

fleeting, sneering, mockery,

obsessional opulent light.

 

Delightful and delusional,

experienced by all.

Impermanent illusion,

to trip and then to fall

 

Cloud burst emotions

pour down like summer rain.

Refractive reflections,

the eternal lovers’ pain.

 

Broken Heart

Broken Heart (Photo credit: Gabriela Camerotti)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© For the Love of Rainbows

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm