A Mind

Far away, a man sits in silence. He doesn’t smile, he doesn’t frown, he doesn’t express a single emotion. He thinks, long and hard, about the worlds within his mind. He speaks to the void:
“I am a world, and all worlds. I am the universe and the space between two cells. I hold everyone I have ever met, everyone I have ever seen, everyone I have formed a picture of in a space the size of a single rose. My head is finite, my mind infinite. A civilisation can rise and fall and rise again in the space of a breath, and never touch more than the imagined lives held within my mind. I am God, I am man, I am the creator and the destroyer. The only thing that does not exist within my mind is that which I have not yet imagined.
There are more unexplored regions in the depth of my mind than there are stars in all the universe. When I die, how can all this within me not explode into an eternity of life, and form galaxies that never end?”

For My Love

Scatter roses for my love
And sing the mourning songs
Close the curtains,
Wear dark clothes,
Sound the funeral gong.

Call the rain down for my love
And pack the sun away
Stop the music,
Cease all smiles,
We will not laugh today.

Shed a tear now for my love
And keep her mem’ry clear
Recall fondly,
Dream of her,
And keep her oh so near.

Dorothy Parker

Prince fans will know the inspiration for this …

Dorothy Parker worked the till,
In the café on Orange Street,
When coffee was the only cure
She kept it hot and sweet.
Always quick with smile and laugh,
She kept the customs care,
No one ever turned away,
All were welcome there.

Dorothy Parker grace in view,
Men would love and lose,
She spent her time on idle thoughts,
And singing soft the blues.
One step removed from those about,
She gave a friendly smile,
And if you really were in need,
She’d let you stay awhile.

Dorothy Parker caught the eye,
Of man with dour intent,
Although in looks a gentle soul,
He had an inner bent.
This perfect face and body fair,
Her welcome words and smile,
She would be his in darkened night,
For deeds both foul and vile.

Dorothy Parker so unaware,
Her usual day began,
Not knowing that she’d been picked out
By such an evil man.
At end of day when work was done,
And time came to go home,
As evening fell in Orange Street
She was no more alone.

Dorothy Parker never more,
Was seen on Orange Street,
The café where she kept her place
Did mourn someone so sweet.
What evil beats in heart of man,
To break a body fair?
All she ever wanted was to smile
And show she cared.