I cling to life,
to all I know—
to the only thing I know.
I cling to life,
hang on
even though I am gone.
I cling to life.
don’t want to go—
afraid to go.
The Voice beckons,
Don’t be afraid,
You’ll be okay.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
I cut my thoughts like diamonds—
Flaws chiselled away,
pure heart exposed.
I cut my thoughts like diamonds—
Facets polished,
clarity revealed.
I cut my thoughts like diamonds—
Inner brilliance reduced
to shadows on the walls.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
It starts
as a wild thing. Thoughts
and ideas every which way. I pare
out bits, exposing hidden
needles, creating spaces.
Simplifying it—
revealing the
theme. It
takes shape;
evoking
the smell
and shape
and colour
of the original.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 7:10 AM UTC
What she really wanted
was to be loved.
The kind of love
you read about it books.
In happy books.
In happy, fairy tale books.
What she really wanted
was to be loved.
The kind of love
you can count on
The kind of love
that lasts forever
and doesn't hurt.
What she really wanted
was security.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
Cheese?
Oh, please!
I know that trick.
I know cheese and
I know peanut butter
and chocolate and biscuits.
I even know oatmeal porridge.
Still,
sniff sniff
I'm hungry.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
Last night I slept on the altar,
on the top of the temple.
Heavy rain washed my body
as sleep washed my mind.
I awoke to sunshine,
cleansed inside and out.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
You put a bouquet
of yellow flowers
on the bathroom vanity.
Thank you.
They brighten my heart—
they lift my spirit.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
Truth is absolutely the most important.
Well, rhythm and then truth;
You can't have a song without rhythm.
Rhythm,
Then truth.
But truth is the second most important.
Okay, rhyming and then rhythm;
People like songs that rhyme.
Rhyming,
Then rhythm,
Then truth.
But truth is the third most important.
Wait, social media and then rhyming;
You've got to connect with your fans.
Facebook,
Then rhyming,
Then rhythm,
Then truth.
But truth is the fourth most important.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
I dream in colour.
My dreams are vivid,
exciting,
dramatic.
I travel to Agra;
I walk the Great Wall;
I eat baingan bharta.
I live in black-and-white.
My life is plain,
ordinary,
blah.
I travel to Starbucks;
I walk through Riverside Park;
I eat at McDonald's.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
Your bed is at least
as good for sleeping
as my kitchen crate.
Except when there’s a fire
in the wood stove.
You understand.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC