You're right here
So how can I
Still miss you?

Why must you write,
& why must you sing,
Why must the bird
advent on her wing?

The anatomy tells
of grandeur, of things
you were made for
and long for,

were destined to bring.

I feel like a little bird
Fallen from the nest
Dishevelled, feathers dusty
Feebly crying :
    will you care for me?

I feel like a little commotion
Begging from you sympathy
And your slightest attention
Pitiably trying :
    will you quiet me?

I don’t even want you
to lift me off the floor
Just simply
    *hold me close, please

Just say –
                 “I am here.”

all that i know with my mind
will fade
all that i see with my eyes
will grey
all that i feel with my hands
will change

only what i do from my heart
will remain

     ... ONLY LOVE.
only love
           *only Love.

Yes- I feel like tearing my

Distracted brain

To pieces

And peaces

Will scatter

Like prisms of light

When it shines straight through
      
              *My Incapacity
                              to move

nothing, nothing to say
nothing, nothing to prove
nothing, nothing to lose
                 ...  except for you

You bought my lie.

We are purposed beyond ourselves

To know and to love,

But first we must understand

The eyes with which we see.

i welcomed you in
    just to show you
the back door
              - please escape
            before i ask you
                    to
                        leave

Once upon a time
   she had a secret
Once within her heart
   she swore she'd keep it

Once upon her time
just   o ne
          n ight
           c hanged
            e verything

This is the danger of love
   the catch of her beauty -
That secrets disappear
   when people see them

    and
       *Once before her time
                         he knew her secret.

10 words

the desires in my heart
are growing

with my imagination
colours pouring out

you tore away the limits
from my mind last night

when you encouraged me
to dream

for my life

and not just with
closed eyes

Luminous
Simply shining
Luminous
Simply blinding
Luminous
Glorious light

You are
A city on a hill
please don’t hide it
we are the light
of the
world

the way things were
is not
the way things are

the way things are
is not
the way they should be

the way things should be
is where
our paths diverge...

*I'm taking roads
          less travelled now,
                                    My Dear

My dear,
We spent a whole day travelling
And didn't reach our destination.
Saw many faces, trod many places
I followed your phases -
The moon.

I chased all the carrots
Shied from all the sticks
Everything that prodded me forward
Pulled me back to reality
That you are you
And I am me
And the word
‘IMPORTANT’
     **Will
                  Vary
          In
                    Interpretation.

'friendly fire'*
s t i l l   h u r t s

..What can I do about it?
You could be a better person
What’s that supposed to mean?
You know exactly what I mean
Please spell it out for me
C H A R A C T E R
Okay, okay but how?
It starts when no one’s looking.
But - I can do it when everyone’s looking
*That is called a mask, my dear..

DO you Ever
                      write
        HATE-MAIL with
             return to sender
                     and then
                Wonder
          *'WHO is sending me
                  All this Crap!?'

So... two more wishes?*

I want to see God
with my eyes open.

I want to see others
with my eyes closed.

the only reason i sent you away
... just now
is that i haven't come to terms with
... *my own mistakes.

you know when the ground
is dry and cracked and hardened,
and the fields crunch underneath you and grass splinters
and cows group under shade
in the country towns you drive through
doing 50kms on the main road,
stopping for a pie and paying with cash?

yeah that ground. anyway,

you know when the rain's due
and the clouds bundle like sheets in the washing basket
and that smell of dirt and sky
and the thick drops fall on your neck,
and you squint your face up and wait for the next one to hit you?

yeah that rain. anyway,

you know how the water pools and the ground can't drink it fast enough
and it's drought signs to flood signs in sixty minutes
and the crops fail and the men cry,
all because the ground wasn't ready for what it needed to arrive so fast?

yeah that irony. anyway,

I feel that in my heart sometimes.

so many thoughts to gather -
ideas and threads
and things they've said
and heard and honed

so many thoughts to gather -
the fear and dread
of things unsaid
unlearned, unknown

so many thoughts to gather -
from faith and friends
shall I pretend
they're all my own?