And every time the bottom
falls out from under
and you're not there to catch
These stitches and braces
are prove of failure
Of never reach out and touch
what need can not believe in
It just doesn't suffice,
these too many maybe's
Lost in between
Left in the middle
at this hidden floor
Hello, I'm right here
Idiosyncrasy
catch superstition out loud
Stay out of reach
or you'll fall
and than, we'll fall out
Better left up there
misinterpreting the word
Unbroken
Musing your visions
clearly
but softly unspoken
This,
as I am sorting
through the noise inside my head
Where you are one
And I try to think of many reasons
why there is NO reassurance
with always the same answer:
"We'll never be really done"
I just want to break the hinges
that opened up this door
But I just....
can’t' believe it anymore
..
Thursday, 18 February 2010
Sunday, 14 February 2010
Severed from whole
Echo of loss
searing at the edges of
this void
There really are no words
only hollow expressions
(and many incomprehensions)
not saying it at all
Irrevocably connected
-we were-
and intricately woven
into a flawless pattern
of profound significance
You have always been
so much more
than paw prints on my soul

6 February 2010
..
searing at the edges of
this void
There really are no words
only hollow expressions
(and many incomprehensions)
not saying it at all
Irrevocably connected
-we were-
and intricately woven
into a flawless pattern
of profound significance
You have always been
so much more
than paw prints on my soul
6 February 2010
..
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
T's travellers
Since back then, in the beginning when ...
we tell each other bivouac stories.
These only times we get, we never choose.
While the hours chase us through the night,
we hold on tightly to creating
memories we know we'll lose.
It's easy when perspective's out.
Energy is sound; vision we doubt.
Over and over again but without a clue,
some of us will be erasing
while we are chasing
to remember sensing through.
One last word before we're gone,
perception burns the light
and belonging starts to hurt,
so much so we cannot hide it
any longer:
If we fight it, are we strong?
One last word and than she's gone.
Inevitably transparent, invisibly forlorn.
..
we tell each other bivouac stories.
These only times we get, we never choose.
While the hours chase us through the night,
we hold on tightly to creating
memories we know we'll lose.
It's easy when perspective's out.
Energy is sound; vision we doubt.
Over and over again but without a clue,
some of us will be erasing
while we are chasing
to remember sensing through.
One last word before we're gone,
perception burns the light
and belonging starts to hurt,
so much so we cannot hide it
any longer:
If we fight it, are we strong?
One last word and than she's gone.
Inevitably transparent, invisibly forlorn.
..
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Passenger
new arrivals
eager to stand in
there's you, there's me
and space
enough
of marking us redundant
in many separate ways
..
eager to stand in
there's you, there's me
and space
enough
of marking us redundant
in many separate ways
..
Sunday, 10 January 2010
Sudden stop
suspended in mid air
is where I'd like to stay
swaying slowly on the currents
that never touch ground
still, I seem to see you
always in clouds of gray
such conclusive indecision
when fire was just flames
that took my breath away
and up it goes ...
...
it is like they say, after all
... never the fall ...
..
is where I'd like to stay
swaying slowly on the currents
that never touch ground
still, I seem to see you
always in clouds of gray
such conclusive indecision
when fire was just flames
that took my breath away
and up it goes ...
...
it is like they say, after all
... never the fall ...
..
Friday, 25 December 2009
Bound to rebound
a cautious touch
of wisdom
your mirror smile
captivated eyes blink
through feigned oblivion
you've been masking
for a while
object to interest
't is where you choose to be
to fill that void
from wanting
but in silence
hides a frequency
I have always known
the echo of your voice
inside my head
you are not alone,
..
of wisdom
your mirror smile
captivated eyes blink
through feigned oblivion
you've been masking
for a while
object to interest
't is where you choose to be
to fill that void
from wanting
but in silence
hides a frequency
I have always known
the echo of your voice
inside my head
you are not alone,
alone,
alone
..
Sunday, 13 December 2009
This thought
this thought
cradled in my hands
my mind caressing it with syllables
of possible pronunciation
I can taste it on the tip of my tongue
and feel its sweet intention
soft warm meaning
somewhere waiting;
growing in realisation
but while I still long to conceive this connection
belonging suddenly covers the intend
and blankets me
where I need it most
all rolled into one
with - when you speak my mind
..
cradled in my hands
my mind caressing it with syllables
of possible pronunciation
I can taste it on the tip of my tongue
and feel its sweet intention
soft warm meaning
somewhere waiting;
growing in realisation
but while I still long to conceive this connection
belonging suddenly covers the intend
and blankets me
where I need it most
all rolled into one
with - when you speak my mind
..
Saturday, 14 November 2009
Reflect
there's a lot of heart in failing
all this pain from common sense
deflating balloon anticipating
to be unpunctured and lone,
for once
and yet again
there's a whole lot more to staying
then the common eye can sense
anchor- or betraying
retains this connection
always reaching out
but when lit up
can it remain ...
undenied
once again
..
all this pain from common sense
deflating balloon anticipating
to be unpunctured and lone,
for once
and yet again
there's a whole lot more to staying
then the common eye can sense
anchor- or betraying
retains this connection
always reaching out
but when lit up
can it remain ...
undenied
once again
..
Friday, 25 September 2009
(un)covered
canyons ocean wide
subside
moments
of endless white beaches;
indigo sky
a vision clearing mind
this tide is coming through
skin on skin
your bare arms
soothing my transparency
..
subside
moments
of endless white beaches;
indigo sky
a vision clearing mind
this tide is coming through
skin on skin
your bare arms
soothing my transparency
..
Saturday, 5 September 2009
Paradox
They only read when they get read
Still, I try to write
before the ink is dry
Although there are better things to be said
Under the cover
of a another's name
I blame
only me
for being obstinate and foolish;
full of pride
But never undecided
when I thought of you and I
Never fool hearted;
always just and forever friend
But these are semantics
Anyone can now imagine what I think
You're the only one who always got that right
..
Still, I try to write
before the ink is dry
Although there are better things to be said
Under the cover
of a another's name
I blame
only me
for being obstinate and foolish;
full of pride
But never undecided
when I thought of you and I
Never fool hearted;
always just and forever friend
But these are semantics
Anyone can now imagine what I think
You're the only one who always got that right
..
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