Draw me
beautifully
trace my mind
with tease

Colour me
tenderly
stay within the lines
please

Tone in
softly
shades of blind
with ease

I was short of a dream
walking along a quiet stream
by a salty shore of pain unseen
people asked, “Where have you been ?”

My eyes red, through things I reap
I have drunk the sting of tears I weep
and drowned my soul in shallow deep
cried out my heart in silent sleep

None to hear or heal my pain
I kept it hidden inside a grain
with roots thick through seasons of rain
twisting branches upon barren plain

Till I cried no more, red eyes can’t see
and  lay myself beneath this tree
budding bitterness as bitter can be
I fed off its fruits and buried me

Try train your eyes to tune
and adjust to the light of the moon
You may lose some sleep
when wrestling the deep
but the darkness will end soon

and the stronger you’ll become
by the morning you’d have won
To rise like the day
and stand and say  
“I’m now ready for the light of the sun!”

I’m on a road trip
It’s a while since I’ve written
Still there’s nothing like writing poetry
It’s my best any trip
Long roads are better enjoyed
With words floating
In and out my head
Even the most beautiful of sunsets
can be ignored
when that perfect word
sits right next to me in the passenger seat
talking with me till I stop driving
to pick up a paper and pen

What becomes of a mind
when the thoughts that you bind
are filling up a cracked shell
and every moment of dull
poured into the skull
will only implode if you don’t tell

So if you’re falling apart
pour out your heart
or that too will fall out of place  
speak and reveal
all the hurt that you feel
let it beautifully leak from your face

She said, “I don’t like talking about my feelings. My feelings are as fleeting as the season of summer”.

I told her, ”I never had a problem ever talking about the sun and temperamental weather”.

She said, “I don’t like talking about emotions. My emotions are as dry as autumn leaves”.

I told her, ”I never had a problem with a blowing wind or whirling breeze”.

She said, “I don’t like talking about my fears. My fears are a looming dark sky for a winter storm”.

I told her, “I never had a problem finding shelter and a place to keep her warm”.

I smiled and said, “Let’s just walk and talk about spring”.

…she left me there planting seeds.

while all along, I never had a problem picking her flowers away from the weeds.

Not everyone will listen
Not everyone will care
like those who say “I’m always here”
Like most…won’t be there
but as for you, look for the good
that is found in but a few
so no matter what you hate in others
they won’t see themselves in you

follow me not
follow me less
and follow me little
oh shadow, oh glue

afraid of sun
or dark
in shades of grey
or spark
you breathe between the two

free to go
free to flow
till swallowed
when day is done with you

She is the kiss I never knew
Like the breath I never drew
Like the thought I never did
Like the heart I always hid
She’s the taste upon my tongue
Like flavoured lips dripping numb
She’s the fragrance I’d never breathe
She’s the warm welcome I’d never leave
Shes my dreams of little sleep
Of tears we keep and never weep
Of things we’re told and never hold
She’s the karat in the gold
A secret I cannot help but tell
She’s a piece of heaven sold in hell
She’s the whisper among the noise
A bleeding petal pricked by thorns
She’s the truth I’d never believe
like her love I’d never receive
She is the past in my present
She is and now she isn’t

“I’m so high, I can fly”,
said the butterfly
“I’m so low I can glow”,
said the worm
And together, the two
one lit, one flew
and arrayed the earth
below and high

I  have five fingers
Raised in my defence
You accept my surrender
We shake, without offence
Till, I point with my index
Raise my thumb for a gun
Curl three fingers back
Tucked into my palm
“Bang! …Bang! You shot me
A simple twist of my wrist
You aim it back at me
A hand gun for a fist

I woke
the morning
for it had slept in
still in bed
and I too keen
…waiting
to turn its head
I gave
a nudge
it gave
a grudge
and rolled over
the other way
in bed

That night
I kept my dream
while people slept
I dreamt
ignoring
the day
come the
morning
the sun
stood still
of it’s own will
and I, falling

In hope for light
and life  
I dreamt this dream
and wept
a stream of sleep
while wailing  
many a day
in mourning  
I watched
my defeat to
keep the 
dawn of day
hiding away
dying

I told her, how her eyes met me at the horizon
and how often they looked lonely
she didn’t heed or pay me any attention
so I told her a little more slowly

I told her how my heart bled red roses
and how I grew them for her only
she hadn’t noticed my stare and poses
so I told her a little more slowly

I told her, a touch is a thesaurus of meaning
and each trace tells a story
she flinched at my reading
so I told her a little more slowly

I told her, if my words could speak but a kiss
she’d hear them soft and loudly
she sighed when she felt my lips
so I told her a little more slowly.

A child found her soul mate
beneath the tears of her eyes
so she kept them in jars of clay
with sighs and gentle cries
wishing the days away
till that day when they would meet
and gift him the collected tears
in the jars when they would greet
Lifting lids from off the jars
he would hear the cry of her heart
pouring them into his soul
she wish washed his will to part

I’m not one
to speak for death
for death
could speak for itself
I speak only for life
for life and wealth
is the breadth of breath
and the well
of heart and health

I’m selling my heart
for what price do you think?
what money cannot buy
just over a drink
nor gold can even try
take me drunk while I blink
cash for a promise of a lie
with a smile and a wink
but a trade of hearts
and you may have deal
you can’t beat a better bargain
so let’s shake, It’s a steal

They stole a word
from a poem I wrote
Stealing
the meaning
leaving just a note
“We’re sorry for the damage,
we hope you don’t mind
we’ve just taken a lend
of a word from a line”
They left no name
no number to call
Just a few words
and that was all
Then just the other day
I read on the news
a poem became famous
for a word that was used
that made the world weep
over their lies and their theft
critics hailed it
‘the true and only’
‘honest poem’
in the world left

“Why do you always do that?”, she asked

“What?”, I replied

“That thing you always do! Even when I say don’t!”

“Am I doing it now?”, I asked

“No…but when you do…don’t!”

“So, when I do it, you want me not to?”

“Yes!“, she exclaimed

“So for me to stop doing it…I’d need to do it…right?”, I asked.

Don’t be ******* yourself   self
when you talk   talk
imagine what you would look like  like
if it were a walk   walk
you’ll be pacing back and forth   forth
tripping over of course   course
but only to get up   up
and you will get up   up  
because you can   can
you know how to repeat  Pete
if you’re as good as  as
your talk   talk
up on your feet   feet