Today, I'm a little lost
A little aimless wandering
A little stuck between here and there
Drifting effervescently
Ephemerally
Ghostly, almost
Gone

Taking comfort in
Each others souls
As the rain pours
Around us
Like ice.
I love you,
Old friend.
I do.

Taking two hands and a soul full of hope,
I hang over water, the seaweed like rope
It's true the sun sets not long from its rise,
But I've waited all day to see your true eyes

Of things you can see through; glass, air and me
The lies you've been told, still you can't see
So come to the water, where I hang like a cloak
And together, us two, we can mend what we've broke

All water flows
towards the sea, they say
I think what happens when I cry
Is that I would like to be washed away
.
Ice melts beneath the heat of my flesh
Life giving water drips
From my eyes to my hands
To my finger tips
And to the sea
.
Snow melts
To soften and nourish the earth
And leave tender spaces
For the young things to bloom
...
The heat of my passions cool
Like mist in the trees, it settles
On my skin
Mischievous and solemn -
spirits beckon me, they tug on my clothes
To dance, or die..

I've been washed away

Tumbling and roaring
Froth-water came soaring,
To bash on the rocks below
Up, it rose as hazy mist
And on my  face, a dewy kiss,
A gift, to let things grow
Rainbows, bold with golden light
Upon the splash, its glowing bright
The tumbling and the roaring Might
Goes crashing down below
A river, wide above it crawls
To the edge of gushing falls
Then cascades a crystal show
And on the floor, beneath the trees
Goes gushing on towards to seas
And I will watch the water go
Will watch the water go

We live in our soul,
Our hope makes us whole
We grow with our mind,
But grow weak with time
We bleed from our skin
But die from within
We came into light,
Then we fade into night
We may drift apart,
But love with our heart
..
And we are the people
We change, and are equal
We learn, love and live
We cry, hurt and forgive.
And forever, as we strive
We are the humans,
We will survive.

What beauty today
In a land such as this,
Spinning blue skies
Dizzy from twirling leaves,
Stars in the water
Shining like sunken treasure,
Loose trees shifting
And dripping warm sun down their backs,
And everything, everything alive.
What beauty today,
In this land

What is a woman?
She is too much
.
Too much joy, like her heart is a bird which beats wildly against the cage of her chest,
(the cage Adam gave her, keeping her together)
Too much pain to contain alone, a tether
To the hands of those who might abuse her
.
Too unrestrained in love that it spills into the world freely, unknowing of the price
Too free in this jealous world, that seeks to condemn what it cannot consume,
Ex lovers, or demons she dare not exhume
.
Too much place in her skin, too much shine in each tress
Too much space in her limbs, so she must become less
So much beauty and life, to love and to touch
She knows what she wants, a little too much
.
Too tender to be broken, so she must become tough

And what is a man,

But not enough

Where went wonder,
Magic and thunder
Wonder pulled asunder,
My miracles sunk under
Faster than floating castles
Those rascals got chills,
Their wide eyed wills
Thwarted with skill
And practiced 'goodwill'
Slowly filled by pills that ****
I'm I'll.

Petty, weak, pithy,
Silly society, limp and flaccid
Our goals and dreams
Scratched with acid, I'll pass it.
Thrashing, clashing, crashing
I'll break these chains
Breaking our bent brains
Bringing pain, no gain
All gains
I'm scared, stunted, strained
Stained, not changed
Brain-maimed I'm afraid
To stay, say what I see
I see deceit, pretty and neat
Row on row on row
In cages we built below.

Those C.O.D kills ****
Not them, but us,
Oh, less, less of us
No trust, we rust and cuss
Our silly grins grimly thin
Flowing through holes holes we made
In our soul, berefit
Leeched of life and full of ****.

Dreams were taken, or left,
And ambition theft.
Nothing to reach for, to dream for
To clutch at
To rip your limits, tear your seams,
What has been was never seen.
Our stunted dreams slowly wean.

People make no sense,
Too much confidence for competence
And social stigma indents
Empty houses, homeless, and rent
Knowledge, not power,
-but freedom gone sour
Knowing you can't change the cruel
Its in the rules to be a fool!
Its......cool?

If we are the world,
oceans are curdled.
Stars are waning, fading
Dropping from skies like dead flies
They burn up, out, and die
Choked in the smoke we provoked
Insidious ideals appeal;
A dream stealing spiel with zeal
Leeching you like your wallet the day
Of the 'no pay' car unpaid.
And now, with nowhere to go
And nowhere to stay,
Not even dreams left,
They took that away

Aimlessly, incessantly,
A path worn by nessesity
Traverse down memory lane.
Don't make me go back again.

All my bridges I burnt,
My lesson I learnt,
And all of my demons slain.
Don't bring them to life again.

What was said has been said,
I made my own bed, I am content.
And the past is the past,
So please make it last.

The ends of my fingers trail dust,
Creating forgotten memories,
And leaving no trace,
No fingerprints,
Just the dusky film of the setting sun,
That shadow-gold twilight
And my reflection in broken mirrors

Steel grey streets
Wool grey sky
White-gold tree,
It's fall branches high
Silver beads cascade
Ink puddles collide
Crystal rivers parade
As though the white-gold cried

Wild strawberries
Tediously small,
Hiding among the tall pink flowers
And shy butterflies,
Wink and flash sweet 'eat me' red
Under dappled flower shadows,
They burst on your tongue
Tasting like sunshine and honey lemon
Washing like a cool blue lake
In muggy air,
Leaving childish joy
And baby smiles
Then the memory of sweetness to linger,
Until you paw through the hot leaves
And tall pink flowers
And find another, tediously small,
And hold it in your eager fingers
Soft, and brighter than rubies
With juice fresh and sweet
Running down your chin and your
Scarlet fingers

Oh take me where the people are
And let me run and play
I won't be here for long, I think
But maybe for a day

I notice how eyes,
So easily drawn in quick, uncaring lines
Are always attracted to the light
And always adjust to the dark,
But refuse to look
at the brightest suns,
Or the deepest shadows

A Copse of trees stand tight
Huddled like frightened beasts against the cold of night,
Wild wolves in the wind snapping at their
bonelike limbs
The hunger of cold, biting and old
Thrum out like the very first hymns

The line of confused winter birds
Wash across the crisp blue sky
As the breaking line of a wave against the shore,
Pushing on, morning song
Flying as high as the day is long

In the middle of the night I pretend
With my make believe glitters
And shoes filled with spiders,
That I could be Cinderella
On that night before the ball.

Only with invisible step sisters
And God mother who never came.
-I didn't particularly care
About the prince!

If you look at the things
You no longer see,
They will become new again,
And so will you.

I found a pretty little box
In a pretty shade of blue,
In it I sat to wait;
Both for change and you.
And if it starts to rain,
I'll wear it as a hat,
And wait for you again.

But, I wonder what I'd see,
From my box of blue,
If first came change, not you
And I'd wonder what I'd do


After all, you were supposed to come...
     Together

Words flow like water
Brushing past my fingers, quickly
An unobtainable river
But taking the drops from my palms
Dipped in the tide
I shake a precious dew
Hopefully settling
Into some thing,
Some great being of vastness
To drink, drench, quench even,
It's multitude of worries
and curiosities
To flow in like an ocean,
Setting wonders in motion,
And healing animosities

Read, write, spell, teach;
Speak, say, lie, preach.
Greet, talk, text, flirt;
Help, hide, change, hurt.

Words and pictures, pictures and words
They burn, churn, yearn
They flow over me, smoothing and
scraping my edges like pebbles in a stream
In my dreams,
Words.
I sleep with my notebook
To write the weird, wacky words
Washing through my pebbles of a mind
Late at night, I write
Not quite under the stars, away too far,
Since when has my window been too far?
Since I keep my blinds shut in the morning
I'm mourning, words
Tempt, taunt, taint, tease
Write, observe, release
Pouring through pen ink on pages to touch
Maybe your heart, and maybe your dreams
Words; more than letters
Could ever hope to be

If day is life
And night is death-
Then what is dawn or dusk?
The death of death will dawn,
But life goes on and on

Maybe you called my name
( in hundreds of languages I couldn't speak, )
Or maybe
You said nothing at all
.
Maybe your love was so incomprehensibly encompassing I could not tell the difference between it and the very air I breathe -

Or maybe

It was comprehensively small