New love.
New day.
Some strange sunrise in the
Eyes of the man she just
Possibly chose over
Many.

Not her preference at all, she
Thought, then closed her hand
Around her past, and with one
Last squeeze, let it go.
A man with issues and demons
Different than

The rest of them.
A soft touch -that new too-
And a habit of buying her lilies.
New love.
New day.
Some strange sun setting over

A lifetime of raised hands and
Voices.
Give me days, years, or more,
He whispers.
Love focused on feelings, not
Flesh.

And I will stand with
You. Lay
With you. Walk
Barefoot through
Meadows and minefields
With you.

Glove tossed in a challenge of
Love.
He braces his heart for her
To accept.
I'm bracing my heart for hers
To accept.

short moments
timelapses
blurred colours
and lines

feelings
just beyond
fingertips
tingling
along synapses

but amongst
all the uncertainty
the almosts and not quites

the smoky smell
of Russian Caravan Tea

and then there you are
laughing mouth open wide
cigarette in hand
grey ash on black clothes

and for a moment
it is as if you were never gone
never gone......away

i waste my hands
trying to erase the trace and marks,
the ones you've left
upon my skin and heart.
but they kind of look like art,
so i'll just leave them right there where they are......

Validation dispersed

Swallow that swindle

High hopes snap like sanity
Worn weary by despondency
A vacant mind for its echo

Soul struck youth casually snuffed

A contrived grace for their fall

Someday a silk spun silo will burst

Blame will be shameless

Disconnection will be blameless

New walls for construction

The horizon now seems consolidated

The fear now seems human

A fine tuned fiction will cost you more than a hasty truth

A chemical persuasion will only emphasize your confusion

A beautiful need for propulsion
A habitual need for revulsion

Magnify these misconceptions for the sake of my best

Demand the abstract have gumption
Steady flows and reason
Hysterically hollow and naked

I never thought you could hold these truths like so much armageddon

I never knew anyone who could find peace before pause

A sandbox sanctum for these lesser monsters

A concrete heaven for these suited saints

We mingle somewhere in between

Striving for a prize rooted in merely existing

My devotion fell like cinders of empty rain,
you were my blood soaking the
desolation felt within my veins.

Now I am hollow within this beating vessel,
that ebbing into emptiness was your gift
that once opened depleted what was special.

Your enchantment was a false fairy-tale woven
in razor wired kisses. We are an ending that
left cadavers of lonely hearts behind.

We are slaves of our own wishes,

            We should stand up,
but we only sit down.

Hoping that the dream is one
we will slumber into.
                           But were living in the nightmare
                                  a creation of them, me and you.

To each of us there is a refuge, for each of us there is a safe harbor. To others it is not always obvious, but in a quiet place we find comfort. To some it may be faith, to others a good book. To some their labors for the good of others is a gateway to peace, while others may seek to do nothing but reflect on their inner selves. What ever your refuge, each of us has a place where we find hidden solace from our troubles.