....and so I began to speak
but my mouth stretched too wide
and you gagged
as I vomited words at your feet
But my message is incomplete,
Now your hands are upon your head
now they cover your ears
But my message is incomplete,
I was wrong in having
unjust unkind thoughts of you,
but still I repeat and repeat and repeat
like a broken manic record
My message is incomplete...

Had I the clothes of heaven,would I drape them over you,around you,
in hope that the morning sun does not fade them ,
like my dreams.
In the velvet clutch of the darkest night,
my hour of need,my dreams,my dreams,my nightmares.
Clear vision of you ,fade in the morning light
ever holding on with all,
you fade,like my dreams,
you fade away..

Ceremonious soul
I mock myself
just sounded right
a lion roared
random ****
justifiable homicide
delusion of beauty
too full
delicious and true.

Weave and spin together
visionary east and west
meet me in storm centre
dance me to a river
cleanse me there
in moonlight do bathe me
see me
I am come home.

You sang me a song
and then took it back,
Held me like a fragile bird
then let me go.
It's cold here
in the sun by myself,
glaringly,blindingly,beautiful,
This bird knows not how to fly
and wants to go home...

I was a passenger that day
the tourist.
Come,you said
I will take you to the trees.
You held my hand that day
as I cried for humanity
for the souls that would never feel
this place,
my tears were not enough for you that day
they were never enough.
I bled for you that day
it was only then that you smiled.

Bruises on skin
perfect finger prints
proof that you were here
sweetest pain
pulled in breath
nails dig deeper
ripping with need
to go deeper
deeper still
scarring and tearing
crest of ever.

In a glimpse I saw him
torn,weakened,humble and dependant,
I took him that way
there was no giving to him,
the need was too great,
sense of heightened senses,
I took him again and once more
until he was whole..

When did you return
come back to stone
forgiving all
for giving nothing
taken
ground down,
mortar and pestle
to powder
brittle again
and in a breath
you go again
from yourself
adrift to the wind.

I saw her light,when she glimpsed mine,
to say I love her never seems enough
the words are apt
the depth unfathomable
like her light as she glimpsed me.
If I jump,just tumble in
surely I would drown.
I would surrennder gladly
succumb with only a whimper
because I long for her to never leave...

The pages flicker
like candles lit
I'm trying  to put it
here.
Trying to come home to
here.
I'm crying out my reality
real,real,real
anywhere
but
here.

I cut my hair again last night
thinking of you as it fell to the floor
how you loved to run your fingers through it
lift it's weight from my neck to place your lips there,
I felt tempted and malicious
as I thought of sending you the gatherings
from my bathroom floor
with no note of remembrance
knowing you would need no such note,
knowing how you would look
as my love fell to your feet
scattered on your floor.

I think I'll cut my hair again tonight.

They will come from the shadows,
the ones I have loved,
I will be clear then,
my clarity will beckon them,
like Nora,
No longer desolate with love
but as clear as the wind,
crisp and alive and free,
and the sky will rain music upon us.....

Creases on his hands,tracks of time
gathered and pinched to join together
the pen grasped
Still gives it out,the words
simple words of a life
well lived.