The Leaves Were Changing
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The leaves were changing.

High up on a ridge
at an edge of the world,
they walked together,
she and her dogs.
Peace.

The breeze stirred the leaves
which flowed with molten beauty
in the fragrant valley below,
filling the valley with
lava streams
of gold, crimson, and rust
that swirled past evergreen sentinels
of the coming winter.
The spicy scent of autumn
wafted up on currents
sailed by ring tailed hawks
and filled her nose
with memories
of hay-stacked leaves,
of leaping family and friends,
of hot mulled cider,
of apple-spice cakes,
of pumpkin moons.
Cresting an outcropping of granite
the valley opened before her,
one tall hemlock rising above all else.
Here she gave thanks to her higher power,
her sense of being,
her heart.
Here she prayed for solutions
to the cruelties of a world
whose magnificent beauty could
astonish with awesome ease
and leave one dumbstruck.
Here she kissed her dogs
and renewed life's ties.
Here she left her mortal self
to sail the wondrous seas
of joy and calm
and when she returned,
the world seemed fresh with promise.

All good things could come to pass.

The leaves were changing.


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Advanced Cheese
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It's tabboo to be regular,
Cos same means suffering,
Yeah, I try hard at deviation,
But instead I mediate,
Bring my broken willpower to a,
Home for orphaned brains,
Why does everything seem so boring?
Everyone's the same.

Now I've noted notability,
Still I'm blind and deaf,
Talk and shout and watch them all,
Tire my eyes, they're hexed,
Listen to the pitiful wails of,
Angels selling themselves,
Desiring power they conformed,
Now united they're powerless.

Step over the stones now,
They're there,
That's what they're there for,
Don't hesitate,
If you rise they must fall,
Don't care,
Someday we'll all be gone, so drain yourself.


copyright Irfan Baig, 1995.
baig@pl.jaring.my
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