An Introduction of Sorts

From beginning to end,
this book is a life pressed in pages;
a life well lived by a writer who spoke too soon.
A new page is a new day,
one more memory,
and another song to the sound of a heartbeat pounding away.
The muse weeps again, and these are her tears;
The muse sings again and these are her notes;
The muse starts again and this is her end.


December 2008

Flying vs Falling?

Flying versus falling theory,
a line so indistinct
that it has a class of mystique
all to itself.
The net, the drop, what is what,
the stomach-in-mouth feeling clouds
what we are doing.
Are we falling to our demise
or flying to what we know?
we fly, we fall,
but do we really know the difference?
Catch me if you can.


2007

My Surrender

Hidden and uncompromising,
and anchoring a fool,
he is a light to bright to see.
Flitting here and there and
immune to the antics of others.
We all depend on somebody,
sometimes,
somewhere.
Struggling with demons we can’t see,
he plasters on a smile and
it’s all okay again.
Life goes on,
over and over again.
Stop. Rewind. Remind and Replay.
He is the narrator to this aged play.


2008

The Sunset Knows My Silhouette

For, under a willow I sit,
humming and hawing,
until the sun goes down,
day by day,
until the sunset knows my silhouette.

2008

Right vs Wrong

See,
I don't know what’s wrong,
and I don't know what’s right,
But I know my mind could
save me from this plight,
if only your name would leave it be.
Clutched so tightly,
its a wonder I don't see stars a fore my eyes,
your face is a dead ringer for the one in my head,
that just wont go.


November 2008

Down in the Park

Down in the park,
where the mad men grow,
the sun sets between withered branches,
only to welcome in the bruised blue sky
and the man in the moon.
The dark things sing in the dead of night,
giving voice to the vicious shadows that seem to move
when you can't look.

What a Heart Can Take

Sing sweetly,
sing softly;
for my heart cannot take
another bruise.
Tread silently,
tread lightly
on a tender path of dreams.
Speak gently,
speak softly,
to a heart worth talking to.
Love long,
love fiercely,
with the greatest of intentions.

You Are My Past

Oh what do I see
when I lay my head down,
I see me, but only for a bit,
but then you come,
to my greatest delight.
You and me,
it was simply to be
a laugh here
a nuzzle there
oh I can see,
the puzzle coming together.
It’s where your at
that I crave to be,
to see you gaze down at me.

2007

Cold Eyes

At cold eyes I sometimes gaze
between shielded glimpses
of a now silent soul
that once bared all.
To converse is a long lost hope
yet still I wish.
Cloudy tension,
our past thick enough to choke me.
Your eyes have darkened and
your features, distorted,
but still your face I can read.

May 2008

Insomniac

When I can’t sleep, I go to my cave,
that little recessed part in my own mind
saved for my illusions and their stories.
In my little niche, dark hues strangle the light
in an attempt to keep me quiet,
save my fingers dancing on the dust floor,
scratching out rhyme and reason.


2008

Nightly Conversations

The fallen stars weep around you
as we lie upon the shore at the peak of midnight,
while the bruised blue of the sky lends it’s color to your skin,
shadows play games across your face.
The night creaks, settling in for the night
as we have a silent conversation,
the one we always have.
Different time, different topic,
always the same words that are written in the sand
beneath our curled forms.
Through the night we etch our words in the air
with our words as ink, our breath the brush.


2008

Best Friend

She’s a few years older
then she wants to be,
and she’s dressed in her best,
to jump in puddles.
On the way to work
she dances on the pavement
cause she’s got a song in her soul
and she really can’t help it.
She doesn’t do half the things
she wants to do,
but that’s only because
she can’t remember,
she’s too busy trying
to stay upright in the silly shoes
she bought just because.

2008

David

When I hear a slight semblance
of your name, I shake inside,
trying to hold back the ocean in my heart.
There are barricades around my mind
that flare at any memory
that could be roused
at any given moment.
A slight tremor can
be heard in my voice
when you’re the topic
of conversation,
but only I can hear it.
There are few distinct memories of you,
so I snatch at the ones I can,
like sand silently slipping from my grasp.
I can hear your voice sometimes,
quietly guiding my thoughts,
and when I hear it,
I do everything I can
to sweetly suffocate in your voice,
smothering everything in your deep tenor
that hums in every core of my mind.
I’d trade blood and bone
for one last embrace
so that I can finally say goodbye;
and tell you
I love you.

Sweet Muse

Sing, my muse, for you have quieted yourself far too long.
Blank papers lay in your wake,
scattering your thoughts and stilling your tongue.
Into my brain,
your words will seep,
and across the paper,
my pen shall run,
putting words to your smile, your tears
and your furrowed brows.
Oh sweet muse, please whisper your imaginations
into my ear while the sky grows heavy with stars.

2008

Spiralling

When all is wrong,
and everybody is gone,
turn out the lights,
think past the tears,
and think of what is right.
In the light of the sun,
suddenly all your fears
are not the whole of the sum.
Ponder thoughts you never
thought to entertain
like smiling in the rain.

11/25/2007

Breathe Again

When you left, I held my breath,
stopping the turning of my world.
I lay in wait, not sleeping nor eating,
'till you returned.
Fruitless it may be,
yet there I stayed,
unblinking and unwavering.
The day I learnt to
never expect your shadow in my doorframe,
cobwebs were lifted from my eyes,
and dust shaken from my hair.
Every day I was told to
breathe again,
yet the sigh lying dormant on my tongue
would not leave,
save a chance meeting with you.

3/14/2008

Tonights the Night

Tonight I'll beat your name
out of my head
with my headphones.
I'll do my best,
but I can only try.
Hopefully the music'll
make me forget
who you are,
but I can
only do so much.
Tonight
will be the night I get your
headache off my mind.

Valentines 2008

Coruscating Vespers

Beside the riverbend lays a simple urn.
An urn with
no decals, no label,
no markings of a history lost.
Look inside and what you see won't shock you;
little gray ashes filled neatly to the brim.
These ashes are
vespers set aflame,
ignited by passion,
yet put aside to burn to nothing.

2/2/2008

Sweetest Dreams

Goodbye sweet dreams,
for, what have you become?
Merely vespers exploding
from the tip of my tongue.
It was enchanting while it lasted.
Although I'm sure
you will return in time,
for now we must sing the
sad song of departure.
Is it fair to say our time
was well spent,
even though by the time your
words drip from my lips,
you will be gone?

2/2/2008

Soleil

I've got the moon in my blood,
and the sun tangled in my hair;
With diamonds sprinkled across
my eyelashes and ruby glitter
dusting my lips.
With the wind at my back
and the clouds trailing after me
to watch like angels,
towards the meadows yonder I'm headed.
A trip so worthy a gorgeous day,
that the atmosphere is almost resplendent in tone.
Down the path, oh so over-grown,
a trail divides into two to choose from.
To the right we shall find
wood as barren as the night sky in winter.
Across the way and to the left,
a meek trail peeps through the thicket,
only to end in our meadow,
so precious in the light
that gently rains from dear Soleil.

3/4/2008