It's never been like this before.
Not as far as I can remember.
Your words, your mind, your voice, your smile...
Familiarity, down to strange details.

The way I feel I can read your mind as you debate an approach.
The way you likely notice me, pretending to not notice you.
Yet we both avoid meeting a gaze as the distance closes...

Smile, greeting, small talk, laughter...

...Touch....

And time stops - if for at least a second.

...Breathe, smile, banter...
A few seconds of silence and I've tripped on the tension.

Quick diversion. depart.

I spent an awful lot of time by myself.
As i wait
Its a lot of time to sit inside this head.
As I wait
For you to hear the screams I'm screaming.
As I wait

That is when I close my mind
Early of day
To not repay time
You cannot see my face at last
She will not be for your world
I came from within hers
Contritions women
Least of the Irish slaves

is round, and

round  the table,

the few.



spoke in tongues

of age and wisdom.



smiled the crease

of ages.



so while all is flung apart,

we watched, waited.



we were near the sea.

A black rose
A mystery
Under dark skys
It's beauty striking
In shimmering light

Poetry
is about the quest
for truth and beauty
not vanity

You can’t sell fire
Because you can’t see the flame
It’s invisible
It’s not yellow
Red
Orange
Blue
White
It’s
I
N
V
I
S
I
B
L
E
Invisible
You can’t feel it until you get too close
So the fire pushes you away
The fire loves you
It doesn’t want to hurt you
So it burrows deep into your heart
Into the parts that are too scarred for it to burn
that is
Until you get hurt
Until you reach your breaking point
Then all of you is scarred
So the fire
Comes out to play
You can’t sell fire
But if you see it in others eyes
It’s because they’re so scarred on the inside
They
Can’t
Feel
It

R
   U
       N
            .

To die is to be free,
As to be free is to set sail.
Set sail on no man's trail,
And becoming but a tale.

Peace leads to chaos,
As tyranny contructs order.
Harmony can be forced,
As long as the music moves further.

To dream is to hallucinate,
As to hallucinate is to run.
Running across the hazy field,
Chasing the setting sun.

To sleep is to die,
As to die is to rest.
Rest from the tiring task of living,
Laying laxed in respite.