All the jibs in all the land
The cut of yours is best.
One day I chose a jib for me
And yours outshone the rest.
You said that I could borrow it
If in a bad jib rut,
And I could sail around the world
All jibby in my cut.
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
I woke to the world asleep,
The treetops on the ground,
And hearts filled with sea,
And raw rawness for sound.
(Could you make it go away?
Could you make it vanish?)
Why did we turn our backs for a single moment
When we know by now we can vanish
In the blink of an eye?
In the blink of an eye.
Make it go away.
Make it vanish.
Please make it go away.
Make it vanish.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 7:13 AM UTC
Never meant to be,
The flash of eye is haunting,
There's groaning in the sea
And every wave is daunting.
They never will agree;
It's lovers they are taunting.
You lied and lied and lied and lied and lied and lied and lied and lied and lied.
And you said, 'Step down from the edge, my dear,
Too close to the edge, I fear.'
They're cutting all the roses down.
Darling, hold on tight, hold on tight.
And Lyssa dances through the town...
Darling, hold on tight, hold on tight.
You don't stand for me,
And I can stand ground.
The song I fired was sweet
And all the notes fell down.
Here, take my hand...
We're lifting with the sound.
We sang and sang and sang and sang and sang and sang and sang and sang and sang...
And I said, 'Step down from the ledge, my dear,
Too close to the edge, I fear.'
They're cutting all the roses down.
Darling, hold on tight, hold on tight.
And Lyssa dances through the town...
Darling, hold on tight, hold on tight.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 7:07 AM UTC
when there is nothing left
when leaves scatter freely through my limbs
when the ground rolls back and forth
and bobs me out and out further
to a sky that frees and cripples
only then do I discover an inner underworld
I never thought possible
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 7:01 AM UTC
Here I am:
The person after a book,
After a storm,
After you.
Here I am.
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 7:01 PM UTC
Open your eyes to our stories,
Open your eyes to our seas,
Open your eyes to our glories,
Do not fold from me.
You broke into water,
You broke into sound,
You broke into my footsteps
And scattered all around.
Open your arms to those who'll hold you,
Open your arms to arms closed tight,
Open your arms to those who told you
You will be alright.
You will be alright.
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 7:25 AM UTC
People knock bells into silence
And knock bells out of me.
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 7:21 AM UTC
The taste of things to come
works through the space of light,
gently presses the edge of calm,
of delight,
of healing,
until the everyness of stone,
the fullness of sea,
flows from our throats
and floods our hearts
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 7:14 AM UTC
We hope,
Not always hopefully.
We hope
To find the first glint of gold
Has brought along a love to wear,
Unexpectedly.
Here on the cloud
Comes the heart they borrowed some time ago,
And were promising to return.
And there, hidden in bird song,
Is every word that lingered, and lingered, til morning.
Then magically, I'll turn to raindrops,
And pattering gently, I will sleep on your shoulder til morning.
We hope,
We hope,
And we listen.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
From the painter
To the painted.
The colours are lined up, but only leave stains on the side.
You, the prisoner.
You, the warden.
Praying on 'almost' is keeping us unified.
Soaked to the skin as your pride hits the ground,
Shaking your shoulders with every sound.
But it's only courage calling,
And every nerve wants me to run out of its arms.
How many long years
Holding onto your senses?
And hooked on the stories from windows against copper skies.
Kick the cup of hatred
Into the corner,
For in the soft light, I can see hope in your eyes.
And under the dust there are chords from before,
And under my fingers the melody's raw.
It's courage that keeps calling,
And every nerve wants me to run into your arms.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC