Flying high above the clouds
Seeing the past behind depart
Brings a new feeling of relief to my eyes
I now see that life isn’t just spent in time
But with memories
The moments where we find ourselves utterlly broken down,
Spending time in a wasteland
We have lived in the moment of pure disaster
And chaos seems to find it’s way in
Time and time again
Spent letting the tears fall upon this wasteland
But none have succeeded in watering it
While, memories live here
Our thoughts escape our actions
Creating depth in this place
With its soil too dry for harvest
And it’s land cracked
Nothing dares to Sprout from its floor
This place is one where memories come to die

Memories shift the tides,
Always changing the landscape
Turning cracks and soil
Into a masterpiece of color and thought
The wasteland,
Turns into miles and miles
Of Green
Never begging for the fallen tears
Of memories, that were produced from disaster
Withering away with the thoughts that created
The wasteland.
Connecting thought to action and action
To thought
Turning tables have flipped perspectives
Day after day, year after year
Once more the Green has Grown again
And the drought was nothing but a
Distant Memory

I could stitch the sky shades of beautiful
Hang sadness upon the horizon
Patch multi-hued joy all above
And place a bright light of hope on high
Like embroidery for the soul

on the very edge
lightly at times tip
upon my thoughts
a small drink of ink
slowly fallen dew
dance with a flip
of written words
they make me think
tear drops of beauty
weeping stars sing
songs made for two

a sense heavy wind
blowing the memories
with poisonous spirits
wandering aimlessly
altering foggy trust
visions of a shattered
mirror with broken pieces
to remember or forget

pavement cracks under his feet
when he walks.
smoke falls from his hair
when he moves.
his hands are made of stone
his veins are dripping mud
his eyes are black and blown.

he's a walking black hole
******* all the light of the world in
breathing in warmth and fire
breathing out dust and ashes.

but
he's still young in the crinkles by his smiling eyes
in the high pitch of his screams
in the smallest curls of his hair.

but
he's aged in the purple under his eyes
in the tilt of his disappointed mouth
in the rough tips of his fingers
in the weight of his stone-carved bones.

he is many things
and looks like so many more
he is big
and he is beautiful
and the earth cracks under
his feet
and the flowers die in his wake.

and still
he swears he's bathed in darkness
but still made of sun.

I never saw a man who looked
with such a wistful eye
upon that little tent of blue
which prisoners called the sky,
and at every drifting cloud that went
with sails of sliver by.

I walked, with other souls in pain,
within another ring,
and was wondering if the man had done
a great or a little thing,
when a voice behind me said,
"The man's got to swing"

For he did not wear scarlet
nor did he speak of it,
for blood and wine were red
and so was the color on his bed.

He looked upon the garish day
with such a wistful eye;
the man had killed the thing he loved,
and so he had to die.

“Truly,an abstract masterpiece,
you have just finished Picasso!”

“No, my friend, it’s a disaster:
everything in it is wrong….

…..so bad, I’m throwing
it away. I can’t stand it.”

“Don’t do that Pablo,
that face could  be
improved: just paint over it?”

“Hmm. Amigo, I would
not know where to start…”

“Start at the nose Pablo,
if I were you…”

The artist studies the canvas:
"the nose? The nose? "


“Qué lástima! I would
if I could find it.”


TOBIAS

The pain of leaving you is creeping in,
Am I detoxing the opiates in your skin?

My fractured heart is in its mould
Held together with hopes turned cold.

The time will come for it to thaw
And expose the damage from a love so flawed.

As it crumbles it will take its bow,
For it's only to blame for the state it's in now.

I am your nightmare.
Don't worry my dear,
I'm not going anywhere.

I'm right behind you.
I watch your steps,
I see your mistakes,
I haunt your dreams,
I get inside your head,
And you'll see me
Just before it ends.

I am your worst nightmare,
But you can't live without me.
I chase all the demons away.