Bring me tulips in shades of purple
or lilacs if it's spring
bring me laughter & simplicity
or birds with gossamer wings
Bring me moonlight at its fullest
and no lies, as if there's none
for my life will have some meaning then
...after it is done.

Bring me girls in patterned dresses
or boys in soldier suits
bring me droves of new-found friendships
or a map with unmarked routes
Bring me old folk singing choruses
or the warmth of the summer's sun
for my life will have some meaning then
...after it is done.

Bring me a candle's whispered stories
or a fire's burning song
bring me waters filled with fairies
or a mistake that wasn't wrong
Bring me peaceful calm and gentleness
or a battle that's been won
for my life will have some meaning then
...after it is done.

In retrospect, I then would see
there's too much thats begun
so I'll wait and write this all again
after it is done!

The ancient dance of fires ablaze
laughter captured in sunshine days
lightening across our moody skies
muteness found in all goodbyes

crashing teardrops that explode
guns of war we just reload
erupting mirrors reflecting shards
fragmented aces on severed cards
grievous wounds we all embrace
squalid truths left in their place

Thundering noise I feel within
washes over me
refines the sin
breakes the fury
marks relience
in all the noise.....
what silence

I have no words to express this feeling
I have no desire to try to explain
I'm taking the space my mind said I needed
& hopefully in this, I'll find my heart again ~

I'm sorry for leaving ~ and then I am not
My path of discovery has been found it seems
Know that I'll hold you close to my heart
Each breath that you take will be in my dreams ~

Try to remember the smiles that we shared
Hold onto the love that kept us so warm
and then in the morning, when the day feels right
allow new silvery memories to be born

Because for one single moment
a second in time
I belonged to your world
and you became mine!

Where were you daddy
the day I wrote this poem?
Where were you hiding mother
when I was so alone?
Did you ever wonder why
I kept everything inside
Didn't you want to know
the reason why I cried?

Where were you daddy
the day I found the sun?
Where were mother
when I loaded up the gun?
Didn't you want to know
why I lost the will to fight?
You couldn't have stood the thought
that I may have had the right!

Where were you daddy
the day I looked for you?
where were you mother
when my life inside you grew?
Did you ever want to keep me
or want to call my name?
instead of giving me nothing
and the burden of my shame?

Where were you daddy
the day I said goodbye?
where were you mommy
the day I chose to die?
Did you ever need this note
or this thoughtless, thankless task?
Like my life it's left here crumpled
I never should have asked!

Crimson moons on paling skies
another world, the sun will rise
but today is dark, and cold within
I'm left to dapple-greying sin!

The storm is here, the die is cast
eclipsing memories fade at last
left alone in vacant stares
I wonder when last I truly cared.

When rainbows fade and streams run dry
will it happen ~ will I die?
or linger here an empty room
a void stuck here inside this womb?

My feast is finished, my ship has sailed
my limbs to my cross are nailed
Scribble that "s" here on my chest
Keep the good
and **** the rest!

Flaming figure so alone
tattered dreamer left ungrown
quiet minstrel lost in song
tell me firefly
am I wrong?

Broken barriers left to rot
sickened sense of forget-me-not
clutching figments left to die
Is this not you
sweet firefly?

Seeking flames of darker shades
beliefs untorn with prayers you prayed
that safest flame is deep inside
you shine your brightest
yet still you hide?

Man child ~ I must confess
you weaken limbs with your lovliness
the scarlet tears that you expire
are nothing frozen
but made of fire!

Petals in the water
flowing silently away
broken roses shedding skin
abandoned stains of failed decay
so numb from all the darkness
fluent once in labelled halls
nothing changes anymore
except the shadows on the walls...

No butterflies rewarded
by the rigid pupa stage
no stained glass wind-chimes left amongst
this gilded locked-up cage
no longer allowed the privilege
to get picked up when we crawl
nothing mutates here anymore
like the revenants on the walls....

Angels left in snowflakes
on the barren winter sand
breath we release with pleasure
as we touch a lover's hand
loneliness that grips you
when they forgot about the call
we're nothing but the puppets
of the shadows on the walls...