it echoes inside
there
where you are meant to live
darkness
no lights but the porch
flickering, burning, waiting
a beacon
hopeful and hopeless
i will keep it warm for you
i will wander its halls
footsteps damp, salt in my wake
this home, not my home
our home
quiet, haunted
by what hasn't
by what may
by what may not
but it remains
there
space carved away years ago
the piece of me i gave
the light is on
map and guide
even if
even if you never
even if you never return
home
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Wednesday, 18 May 2016
Sunday, 24 April 2016
feel me
feel me
hear me
i am present
alive
willing
full of answers
full of questions
full of lies i never told you
desire coloured by
honesty at odds with
perception
worlds within worlds
within each other
without…
feel me
in, over, around, above
hear me
the taste on your tongue
the blood on your lips
before you i lie
posed repose
drawn and quartered
split between the lines
the silence
the remnants of
feel me
touch the raw chords of your making
hear me
the dissonant roar of your demise
Tuesday, 28 October 2014
More
More, she said.
More, more, give it all.
Keep giving.
More, when the silence falls.
More, when the cracks begin to show.
More, to quiet the never-ending screaming.
More.
When there is nothing left to give, still more.
More, because the void swallows the broken places inside,
and the nothing beyond is still more palatable than what was left behind.
More.
Outgrown, the vessel shatters and falls away.
More.
Lacking form, density, space, time,
there is nothing.
There is everything.
More.
When the long miles behind you echo with your ghosts,
more.
Always moving, always forward.
More, as the future slips further and further from your vision.
More, as you fall.
More, as you crawl.
More, with the bloodied stumps grinding into asphalt,
still more.
Bones rattling against one another
in a disjointed rhythm
as you finally still.
More.
Always more.
Wednesday, 16 April 2014
Analogues
Swirling tempest within
Beyond all control
Hearts clashing
Minds in conflict
Duelling dualities
Flames of anger
Fuelled by cruelty
Casual apathy
Mired by immaturity
Equal inequality
Pain flash floods
Washing all away
Absence echoing hollow
Wound left bleeding
Avoid devoid
Waves churning
Tossed about freely
Disorienting blue surrounds
The horizon endless
Connection disconnect
Beyond all control
Hearts clashing
Minds in conflict
Duelling dualities
Flames of anger
Fuelled by cruelty
Casual apathy
Mired by immaturity
Equal inequality
Pain flash floods
Washing all away
Absence echoing hollow
Wound left bleeding
Avoid devoid
Waves churning
Tossed about freely
Disorienting blue surrounds
The horizon endless
Connection disconnect
Thursday, 10 April 2014
Untitled
Only a fool can deny
That we pay for past sins
And though we may try
To cleanse our soul; to rinse
Away our guilt and fear
To ease the hurt and pain
The sun to shine ever clear
After a storm of rain
It eats away at our hearts
And racks our cluttered minds
Tearing out our inward parts
Leaving only, we find,
The mere dusty remains of our being
Scattered helpless on the floor
Till someone sweeps it away when cleaning
Carelessly losing us out the back door
That we pay for past sins
And though we may try
To cleanse our soul; to rinse
Away our guilt and fear
To ease the hurt and pain
The sun to shine ever clear
After a storm of rain
It eats away at our hearts
And racks our cluttered minds
Tearing out our inward parts
Leaving only, we find,
The mere dusty remains of our being
Scattered helpless on the floor
Till someone sweeps it away when cleaning
Carelessly losing us out the back door
Feathers and Stardust
Feathers and stardust,
that's all that remains
in the hollow shell of purity,
the broken shards of security,
invisible panes testament to what was lost.
Deep into the night,
silence pierced with cries,
shattered souls of the loveless,
in perfect harmony, her tears bless
the flocks huddled within her shadow.
In solitary homage, I bleed,
my veins fill her glass,
the patron saint of sinners,
in the end we're all hers,
from dust to flesh to ash: alone.
that's all that remains
in the hollow shell of purity,
the broken shards of security,
invisible panes testament to what was lost.
Deep into the night,
silence pierced with cries,
shattered souls of the loveless,
in perfect harmony, her tears bless
the flocks huddled within her shadow.
In solitary homage, I bleed,
my veins fill her glass,
the patron saint of sinners,
in the end we're all hers,
from dust to flesh to ash: alone.
Faith
I stood upon the precipice, a misty vista camouflaging the chasm below.
The damp chill enclosed my heart, as I peered over the edge.
Overhead, a bird’s caws echoed warningly as it glided by,
Resonating in the halls of my body, shivers emanating from within.
I had finally summited this elusive peak of mine,
And I discovered nothing upon the zenith that wasn’t familiar.
I sat down, letting my feet dangle freely over the edge.
It would be so easy, too easy, to take the last step,
To allow the fog to fill the void and swallow me whole,
And then I’d finally have an end, a worthy conclusion,
From nothing into nothing, a cold reception already prepared.
Nothing less for an angel already fallen once before.
As I closed my eyes, a moment’s hesitation to prepare for the leap,
A cry pierced my soul, startling my silent heart into rhythm.
And there you were, breathless, by my side.
You grabbed me fiercely, tugging me back into your embrace.
Tears carved lines down your face as you swore never to let go.
Shock and loneliness ebbed away, replaced only by your warmth.
Gazing deeply into you, I wondered how you knew,
What compelled you to make the treacherous journey…
And suddenly I realized that you’d been there all along,
Lifting me over rocky ledge and steep crevasse selflessly.
I took hold of your hand tightly, moving once again to the edge.
You smiled reassuringly, intertwining your fingers with mine as we leapt…
And flew…
The damp chill enclosed my heart, as I peered over the edge.
Overhead, a bird’s caws echoed warningly as it glided by,
Resonating in the halls of my body, shivers emanating from within.
I had finally summited this elusive peak of mine,
And I discovered nothing upon the zenith that wasn’t familiar.
I sat down, letting my feet dangle freely over the edge.
It would be so easy, too easy, to take the last step,
To allow the fog to fill the void and swallow me whole,
And then I’d finally have an end, a worthy conclusion,
From nothing into nothing, a cold reception already prepared.
Nothing less for an angel already fallen once before.
As I closed my eyes, a moment’s hesitation to prepare for the leap,
A cry pierced my soul, startling my silent heart into rhythm.
And there you were, breathless, by my side.
You grabbed me fiercely, tugging me back into your embrace.
Tears carved lines down your face as you swore never to let go.
Shock and loneliness ebbed away, replaced only by your warmth.
Gazing deeply into you, I wondered how you knew,
What compelled you to make the treacherous journey…
And suddenly I realized that you’d been there all along,
Lifting me over rocky ledge and steep crevasse selflessly.
I took hold of your hand tightly, moving once again to the edge.
You smiled reassuringly, intertwining your fingers with mine as we leapt…
And flew…
Cacophany
Muted notes form on my lips
Escaping before there can be sound
Wordless passion pouring from my eyes
Pleading their reflection without recognition
Harmony escapes from every pore
Body keeping awkward rhythm with soul
Lyrics scream between the lines
Empty spaces vulnerable to discord
A desperate being singing to a deaf audience
Love in everything left unsaid
Escaping before there can be sound
Wordless passion pouring from my eyes
Pleading their reflection without recognition
Harmony escapes from every pore
Body keeping awkward rhythm with soul
Lyrics scream between the lines
Empty spaces vulnerable to discord
A desperate being singing to a deaf audience
Love in everything left unsaid
This Is Not A Fairy Tale
There once was a little girl who dreamed.
She flew on angel’s wings and dove
To great heights and beyond
The realm of thought and even feeling
To a world where only true hearts
Have access; a land of cotton candy
Hopes and honey-toothed soliloquies.
In this land she learned more than
Books could ever teach her,
About love, warmth, home, and hearth,
About friendship, honor, duty, and nobility.
This world held infinite wonder
And safely engendered a kind heart
And warm spirit in a soul who would
Otherwise know nothing of these things.
One day, the girl met a mysterious person.
He was quickly enamored of her innocence
And empathy, deciding at once that he
Could not live without her by his side.
A trap was laid, one of finely spun promises
And thinly veiled desires, one in which
A true heart such as her own would easily
Become tangled; knowing much less of
The difference between intention and action
Than most, believing the best in all creatures
As she had been taught to do.
Once snared, the little girl became subject
To rougher lessons of the heart and reality
In rather short order, and they eroded away
The strands of sanity that tied her to her world,
In time leaving an empty shell of what once was
Good, hopeful, bright and kind, cutting off
All sustenance of dreams, so that
She withered away into a
State of numbed
Existence.
With her innocence lost, the person lost interest
In her, unable to understand that her soul no longer
Sparkled with the life she once believed existed
And the despair that came with knowing she could
Never regain that which had fueled her imagination.
And so the girl was left alone.
There once was a little girl who dreamed.
This little girl dreams no longer.
She flew on angel’s wings and dove
To great heights and beyond
The realm of thought and even feeling
To a world where only true hearts
Have access; a land of cotton candy
Hopes and honey-toothed soliloquies.
In this land she learned more than
Books could ever teach her,
About love, warmth, home, and hearth,
About friendship, honor, duty, and nobility.
This world held infinite wonder
And safely engendered a kind heart
And warm spirit in a soul who would
Otherwise know nothing of these things.
One day, the girl met a mysterious person.
He was quickly enamored of her innocence
And empathy, deciding at once that he
Could not live without her by his side.
A trap was laid, one of finely spun promises
And thinly veiled desires, one in which
A true heart such as her own would easily
Become tangled; knowing much less of
The difference between intention and action
Than most, believing the best in all creatures
As she had been taught to do.
Once snared, the little girl became subject
To rougher lessons of the heart and reality
In rather short order, and they eroded away
The strands of sanity that tied her to her world,
In time leaving an empty shell of what once was
Good, hopeful, bright and kind, cutting off
All sustenance of dreams, so that
She withered away into a
State of numbed
Existence.
With her innocence lost, the person lost interest
In her, unable to understand that her soul no longer
Sparkled with the life she once believed existed
And the despair that came with knowing she could
Never regain that which had fueled her imagination.
And so the girl was left alone.
There once was a little girl who dreamed.
This little girl dreams no longer.
Fallen
A single brilliant light in the blackness
Shredded remnants of what was once
Prideful, holy, a beacon to the hopeful
The shattered crown lies discarded
As does its owner, mangled limbs askew
Twitching, a fleeting life wasted
Gasping and grasping at the emptiness traversed
Worthless pleasures haunting memories turning
Endless repeat, time meandering on
Stray feathers monuments to the archetype
Perfected ideals reflecting in crimson
Drained by shattered dreams, razored edges
Glinting in the waning shine of unspoken
Words, dried on the lips of sinners.
Shredded remnants of what was once
Prideful, holy, a beacon to the hopeful
The shattered crown lies discarded
As does its owner, mangled limbs askew
Twitching, a fleeting life wasted
Gasping and grasping at the emptiness traversed
Worthless pleasures haunting memories turning
Endless repeat, time meandering on
Stray feathers monuments to the archetype
Perfected ideals reflecting in crimson
Drained by shattered dreams, razored edges
Glinting in the waning shine of unspoken
Words, dried on the lips of sinners.
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