you know?
i am done.
take my gloves
from me
don't shove me
like that
i am untouchable
you may not
enter this space.

Kicks up a storm
pages torn, underarm
Running madly through
The undergrowth
Horns out Wings fired
Fires burn as fires must
Fires burn as fires must

Leaves dancing madly
Mayhem, memoriez
dust and bits of rust
Skies of feathers
silver tipped flapping wings
Bring on the light of day
Let it stay
Let it stay

For awhile let it stay
Darkness heed me
Sunshine lead me
Does anybody need me?
Which way is home?

You carried a sack of feathers
over your shoulder
when I met you.
One by one I stitched them back
and then I took you out
and flung you to the wind.
You circled a few times
before you disappeared
and I when I turned to go
I found you walking at my side.

The shape of my heart
Is an outline of you

There’s a hole in me
That won’t be filled
More more more is never enough
Numbing the silence that hums
Fingers tapping at my temples
As I will it away

Some say ..
others do.
Between saying and doing,
lies an ocean
of maybe.

she plays the music loud
when no one is around
she dances like there's no tomorrow
and never a yesterday
she basks in the palpable sound
of her rapid (rabid) heartbeat
bare feet pounding
into unhallowed ground

Loud’s a form of silence
That speaks,
Especially when you’re listening.
Mud and blood on your ankles
Stand up keep up
Keep on keeping on
Return to the river, strong,
Like tides on high, striding by
With your head held up to the sky
Yours ears cocked and listening
To the sounds of silence
To the sound of that inaudible sigh
That escapes from under your breath

Broken
By you
Words unspoken
By me
So much
To say
I won’t
Be the one
To say it
Coz it’s already said.

I’m not looking at you funny.
I just.. Well,
(eyes downcast)..
I’ve told you
All if this before.

there is nothing sweet about disguise
there's only that distracted surprise
at the blue and yellow hue
of bruises around my heart
tears burn as chillies do
my stomach chewed up
like the bubblegum you used
to stick that lovenote to the wall
the heat of summer made it fall
so you stuck it under my desk
but wood burns, you know,
nails rust and memories turn to dust
and oh! there comes a little wind
and there you go, unpinned.

I hunger for you
like a wolf whose moon
howls back and that
is where I am..
In the path of light
that you cast.
Raise the mast
I am setting sail
In search of you.
Blue moon meandering
Under light of star shine
You will be mine
One way or another
You will be a part
Of me and I,
I will be your destiny.

Hellfire and Heaven
Doorways of freedom
Subways of speach
Sometimes Silence speaks
More sense, I am told
So speak then, Silence,
My ears are yours to teach

who's to say
why some thoughts happen
and why certain things occur
who's to give an answer
if the question is unsure
sometimes songs rhyme
and sometimes they do not
its not that we don't understand,
it's just that we forgot.

Mamma told me to never
Tip the boat,
While daddy taught me
How to stay afloat.
Chin up child. Sink or swim.

It's you.
It's all of you
That I Iove.

Why?

Because
This is what
We do.
We Love.

We feel other things too
But let's just
Focus on Love.

are you real?
you are behind that screen
but no more real
than a virtual being.

Thoughts have mass.
What weighs more?
The carrying of a cross,
or the thought thereof?
Know ye not that ye are Gods?
What then, of the temples
on either side of your head?
Did you forget that you are Divine?
That you are the temple
of your own God?
That you co-create the space you
co-inhabit, body and mind?
As above so below.
The power of a Word.
Know naught else,
but know Thyself.
For thou art made in the image of God.
The architect of your reality is you.
Speak wisely
as you cast your thoughts
upon Creation.

They played the odds
against their Gods
and watched the cards fall
Babylon was tall
but God was taller
than them all.

The smell of you
in my nose
That day you flung me
up into the air
and we danced
amongst red roses
I felt weightless then
but heavy now
and the wind disposes
of all those petals
Love me, lot me alot..
Love me, love me not.

Can you hear?
Silence speaks loudly
into the listening ear.

She whispered
Where are you?
His silence was so loud
That it deafened her ears
And stilled the leaves
That rustled underfoot
The cold was within
And the cold was without
Skin stretched tight
Across aching bones
While silent tears froze
On her sweetly
Sleeping cheeks

Ghosts inside
of the machine..
Is it memory or dream?
Having been there,
having seen something
in that space
that is never as it seems,
just somewhere in between.
Somewhere, somehow
it all exists and yet
does not.
Sometime, somehow
we got caught up in the dream
And forgot about the Now.

The sky's a blanket of black
Sleeping rooftops smudged
with purple ink and shadow
Yellow the colour of
Well matured cheese
Sits just above the horizon
Stealing light
From pinpricks in the night
What we call stars are
Portals through to heaven
Light passing through the sieve
That separates universes.

you,
wearing shoes
in the presence of
my bare feet.

Cobwebs in her mind
She tries to find herself
But she is the fly
In her own web
Caught up by some
Needle and thread
Tread lightly
Says the spider
Or you’ll find
Yourself dead.

the whale is heavier in gold when dead
the tree worth more when planed into planks
the flower's so pretty but dies in the vase
when last did we stop to say thanks?

The depth of you drowns me
Unbidden tears rise
To the surface of this water
I am unbound from gravity
Only a weightlessness
That holds me in firm arms
My boyancy determined
By the thought of you
Breaking free
From the shackles of mortality
As superhuman emotions
Course through
The veins of me.
It is you.
You have the power
to show me my power.

There was a moment
and that moment set me free
I was alive
Like I never thought I'd be
It was you
That fit me like a shoe
It was you that showed me
What is true.

Dark is the blue that surrounds you
My breath catches in my throat
Monster is the wave that moves me
as it weaves and winds the pattern
of your soul around my heart
Churning and burning
I am enthralled
by the magic of what you are
and when the tide turns,
I will show you how to move mountains.

I sense the start
of something new..
Reality has become surreal
and you have come
to steal my heart.
My will is in the process
of being shattered by you
and being rebuilt around
the notion of you
and though I should resist
I stand in awe
of what I have allowed
you to do.

You could change your name
Would this change you?
When an actor steps into their role,
are they not altered
as they become their character?
I think the same applies to a name.
There is power in a name.
I could be Chantell or Cassandra or Karmina
and each of these resonate
with a different aspect of me..
Chantell has insecurities, is bright but childlike,
Cassandra wears dresses, sings and heals the world
Karmina rides bike, wears boots and takes no ****
There are times when I am one of them
and times when I am all of them,
keeping in balance the multiples of personality
that exist within one being.
Are we not, after all, One?
I am, that I am.
The meaning of this being that
in spite of being oneself,
one is also every other self.
A reflection of an evolving God
because As above, so Below.

Tired, sometimes of life
Of trying to be a good wife
Tired of giving in
To cater to your whim
Dancing in trepidation
to the original sin
A battle of the sexes
That nobody can win.

I am all over you
In more ways than one
Cover me with
Your blankets
And let it be done.

Grassy hills hear
The call of a bird unknown
What is this sound that sings with clarity
Such utterly delightful singularity?
Is that the voice of an angel?
Or is it you that sounds so true
So out of the blue oh beautiful of you

You observe
and I do
I watch
and you act
twins souls on opposite
sides of the coin
cause and effect
act and react
rats on a race wheel
until we get off
and embrace

Having explored
the vastness of earth
and built our towers,
we now discover
terrains of the mind..

From without
we move
within..

My fear
is another platform
for sin.

Pray here,
may this path be paved
with good intention
that we may
travel safely
Into the Mind,
positive and knowing
and consciously growing.

We have done this before.

The wise ones say that
"the only constant
in the universe
is Change"

So come, then.
Let us embrace change.
Again.

Silence
To the ear
Is something
I hold dear
Being near you
Is music
And a slowly
Falling tear.

Fix yourself
Before you try
To fix the world
Put a bandaid on
And let it heal.

Come...
Let me embrace you
Feel my heartbeat
Lay your head
Against my chest
And know that you
Are Loved.

Interests me.
A title (your name,
your “poem”)
Something definitive
About a name.
My things
don’t have a beginning
Or an end
I am merely passing by
Trying not too look to closely
At what I see.
I will return someday,
Wiser,
Eyes open,
And I will be more brave,
Not some slave to myself.
Or to you or to the world.

Amber's glow sits low on the horizon
lends a golden aura to the fowl
that sits basking on the wall
lone cat prowling through wet grass
nose shining as it does its feline dance
winter tiptoes quietly into my room
and breathes cold air onto warm skin
and as hatchlings take flight
I crawl from my nest and get dressed
step into my shoes and jump...
Sink or swim. Fall or fly.

I've been wondering
What makes you
As you are
I can't quite fathom
What's your homing star
Can't give you your freedom
Won't give you a cage
It's seems you don't know
what you want
At this stage
See, I can't help you
While you're on the mend
I can only hold your hand
And be here as your friend.

What is wrong with you
Wrong with me
I try to talk with you
But you won't hear me
Bash my head
Your head
Against a brick wall
Blood being evidence
Of the irrelevance
Of it all

Her lonely self
Has some secrets
On the shelf
She dusts away
The cobwebs
And mutters underbreath
Something about
Life and death
I strain my ears
To listen
She cries some tears
That glisten
In the morning sun
It's an old song
Repeatedly sung
It's hers yours mine
The passage of time
Will erase the words
But the tune
stays the same
It's an old game
The players change
But the rules they
Will remain.

He loves me.
Love's me not.
How many petals
Are there to a flower?

Words are music
without rhyme nor reason
put into perspective
are like the changing
of the season..
Reading is an art
that sometimes gets lost
But writing is a calling
that comes with heavy cost
It reminds me, sometimes,
of the carrying of the Cross.

tumbling over toes
i find my foot in my mouth
more often than i would like
can't take some things back
they stick like bubblegum
blows blows blows
bubbles popping reminding me
that i said the wrong thing again

What was that?
Did you just say
That you can’t remember?
How about that.
Convenience runs
In the blood of your veins.
You are accountable
For the rot of your reign.
You will be judged
All fingers pointing at you.

Flounder not, little bird
know you that you have wings?
Fly!
Lift those mighty, crooked things
let tension subside
into the joyride of climbing
undulated skies
Let go of things that bind you
and allow yourself to rise, arise!
Albeit in your mind it is as real
as what surrounds you
you are bound to nothing
but that upon which you linger.