Wednesday, May 23, 2007

words of weight

You can see someone for years and not know them.

But when you write you release yourself,
you get your inside pouring outside
marking the pages and screens on which it falls
giving your reader a taste of something
they never knew existed within you.

When you write you free yourself from the burden
of hearing your voice make your thoughts real.
You speak your heart out in silence.
Without parting a single lip or uttering a single word,
you show yourself to only those who care to see.

You can know someone for years and not see them.

disobedient pair

You speak out of turn and before you are told,
you are impatient and for that you will pay.

You race ahead before the mind has time to assess the situation and quickly put yourself and everyone else at risk.

You hesitate to say what is truly to be said,
and then blurt out that which is to be kept within.

You sometimes seek to please those who will hear you,
instead of being true to he who controls you.


You have much to learn,
you pair of naughty lips.

Monday, May 21, 2007

frame in pause

scenes move in fast forward around a body in pause, watching from the centre, waiting for something...

needing some force to jolt it into reality and get it moving with the pace, streaming with life.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

cree

I smile
wrapped in a towel after a long shower
where the day's cares were gently washed away.
No rush.
A time to relax,
listen,
remember
childhood places.

'You are the highlight of my day...'
-Benjamin Costello

Monday, April 30, 2007

pressure cooker

It rubs me wrong, but I let it pass...
no energy to waste on that today.
I get annoyed but keep it in...
no words to waste on that today.

But when frustration builds to peak
and there's no more holding back,
All energy is spent on the release
as my body involuntarily cracks...

they run from my eyes down angry cheeks
and I hate the way they feel.
Don't mistake them for hurt and baby me,
I'm just releasing steam.

Monday, April 23, 2007

masked

A disappointment.

Many remedies tried and failed;
A problem perpetuated; a
Search for a cure or a cover, but
Knowledge of none yet successful.

Frustration felt within, that
Overrides hope; a portion of
Radiance starting to fade.

A struggle

Facing forever in a flawed shell,
A constant distraction from that beneath, a
Continuous struggle with an
External reflection.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

touched by your words

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

'A Dream Within A Dream' - Edgar Allan Poe

falling short of forever

I heard from you today,
a reminder of time well spent,
of long conversations about everything and nothing,
of meaningful fights and healthy reconciliation.

I heard about you today,
a reminder of results of complacency,
of growing silence and short goodbyes,
of how easily strong relationships can weaken
if you let them.

midnight

Under the midnight's sky,
engulfed in the darkness of the absence of the moon,
the music of the night in full orchestration,
my mind as blank as the canvas before me...
my feet barely find their way to the crater's edge
over which I willingly plunge,
knowing that you'll always be there to catch me.

Friday, April 20, 2007