Monthly Archives: December 2012

Don’t ration your love

Don’t ration your love.
Don’t make them wait in line for their portions
as you hand it out and then say “next”.
Don’t give them bites of the carrot,
give them the full carrot.
Give them you, all of you.
You may not be alive tomorrow,
or the next hour,
or even the next minute.

Give for you, give to you.
Don’t wait for someone to come along and fill your bowl –
you might die waiting.
You have within everything you need
even when you don’t see it,
even when you don’t feel it.

Live now, it’s all you have.
Tomorrow will never come.
Tomorrow you might be dead
or alone
or left behind
because you didn’t live today.
Let this moment shake you with fear and excitement,
and risk and joy,
and the unknown.

In your heart
let it be
let it flow
let it be.

© 2012 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.

The gambler

The gambler

There she sits,
betting that the swish of her tail,
the drool from her mouth
and the intensity of her gaze
on my food
will cause me to relent
and share the wealth.

© 2012 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.

The reluctant swimmer

He waited, and waited,
and waited,
clinging to a slender branch
that swung this way and that in the torrents,
rooted only by the chance
that it was stuck between two rocks.
He was able to swim,
but chose the branch,
letting the waves lash his body and his spirit
until the moment of final exhale
when he looked back in sorrow –
life was in the flow of the waves
but now there were none,
just a thin stream of mourners
for who could have been
a champion swimmer.

© 2012 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.


Mammy came home that night,
head bowed, eyes sunk.
There was nothing to do,
just watch her sit there
quiet, still.
He left her with two kids – a cripple and an obstinate.
Sunday they buried Mammy.
too much, I wish I could. sorry.
Not enough to fill her,
not enough,
not then,
not when he loved her.
Never enough.
Mammy left.
I hope she finds what she needs.
Goodbye Mammy.

© 2012 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved


Cocoons within cocoons
never stirring,
for fear of meeting reality.

Let’s go on a ride
where the music is fine
and the wind in our face
puts a chill in our spine.
We’ll stumble along
till we learn to walk,
then we’ll fly away
from our safe little rock.
We reach new heights
along the way,
this bold new ride
is here to stay.
We see below
cocoons on the shore
washed up memories
of a time before
that kept us hidden
within the womb,
a safe cocoon
that became a tomb.
So on we fly
to we know not where,
the path ahead
is a fun-filled scare.

Cocoons, cocoons
never stirring, never stirring
never, never, never stirring…
cocoons within cocoons
never stirring.

© 2012 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.