autumn's fallTip toed into Autumn's breathe
and blew secret silent smoke bubbles;
kissing the black face of Night
and for a moment painting moving pictures in the dark.
The old wrinkly tree politely stood his distance;
half illuminated by shadow and the twinkling eyes of Heaven.
Bare limbs outstretched as if offering me comfort;
acknowledging the spectre plaguing me
- my perpetual hate and love.
As ash cried into the earth,
Autumn danced around me more insistently.
While I delighted in the exchange
my body shivered and regretfully refused to numb.
I wished Heaven good-night;
and gave thanks to the old one with a waning smile.
Retiring to my world to dream once more;
ever with the company of Loneliness
Dedicated to the Albino FiloThe ages are not long enough
for my arms don't stretch that far.
Though, my arms reach to embrace you,
the memory of which I hope
will last eternal.
The path we've trod familiar -
now gone but not forgotten;
brings us here to cross roads
to go forth as friends
much like kin (unlike our own);
to discover what has yet to be revealed.
Our pains manifest our passions,
intertwined in comradery.
Such loyalty to our hearts of hearts,
and honoured by the strength held by our spirits.
So let us rejoice in what our hands can hold;
And hold what's left in our hearts.
ephemeralI never was one to seek out such things.
I thought I might have wanted that once;
disillusioned by Hollywood cliches that made fantasy real.
I always wondered about that -
the magick that is love.
I never trusted that spell;
too afraid of what could happen.
In the between times
When I'm not laying there
eyes closed with a breath on my skin.
When I don't hear the faceless voice
that interrupts my dreams.
When I can't hear those silent words
that stirs the soul in I....
When I've stopped laughing
and there's just silence.
Could I have fallen in love
with that moment?
With the taken?
With the absent?
With the memory?
With the thought of being in love?
"You're falling asleep".
Because that perfect moment will
only last forever in my dreams.
So it is...
FOR COWARDS AND FOOLSJust melt into the shadows and silence
and cower inside yourself.
Let that false scenario play over again
in ignorance and insecurity.
Lie in the path of your own truth
without those answers justified.
And you think you feel the fool...
if only you knew.
Rage at the smile hiding your forked tongue,
and those sweet tainted memories;
And when your eyes deceived your lips
whenever you said "I love you".
a goodbyegood bye, my brother.
we were friends once, though i forget your voice
did you know mine?
...and your hand not seen for years, lost in time and distance
- no one is to blame as our hands were always busy
and then they were full
you never understood me, you never knew me
so it was, i didn't either
my tears fall bitterly
and forever it will be
for i will never know what time could've changed
but i go on
....and i have changed
He AloneLast I looked it was 3:38am
and the heaving hulk,
laying back against me,
was not my lover.
Lust and loneliness delivered him here
with a heart deprived of hope,
seeking nothing more than a moment
to satisfy his appetite for licentiousness.
Empty lips moved blind
in the room near suffocated by darkness;
save for the ribbons of piercing street light
that sliced through the slits of the sleeping windows.
Longing left me listless,
and soon my mind found solace
in recent revelations with another
- a future yet to be explored.
But the reverie finally diminished,
dissolving into a blinking dreamless slumber
and how Time mocked me,
unapologetically and unrelentless.
With the burnt butter sunrise
and a froth speckled sky,
we emerged raw and naked
from the tangle of our tarnished friendship.
I charged into the day,
wielding indifference and shielded by apathy;
while he fell victim to his own growing self conscious
and the battle within that stuck him surreptiously.
And there he stood
SNAKEDinSidious liar, you are to me
the paiN inflicted, careless and free
self-Absorbed, selfish and conceited
faKe smile never defeated
Except now, exposed and hated
shameD to face the lies regurgitated
ThornsI go quietly now
to lay in the thorns
a familiar place
i've been before
this time i'll stay
til this pain disappears
and the scent of roses
kisses my heart again
bereft of joy
devoured by rage
save for the fleeting moments
of kindness and love
confusion and fear
torn by resentment
i sink further away
into darkness i drown
struggling to embrace
memory's waning beauty
i recall those dreams
and despair in silence
i lay in the thorns
now in sweet misery
better to whisper truth alone
than to live an illusion
The City CircleAfter the over priced
imposter gourmet meal,
I treated my boy and I
to a single and double Copenhagen.
A trip up the stairs,
now splattered with ice cream,
threatened to top off
our run of disappointments.
But I was adamant
to keep smiling
as a flash of fear and
disappointment struck him.
With my relieved smiling boy,
replacement icecream in hand,
I notice the sullen young man
amidst the packed platform.
Boarding the train I see
the sullen young man now,
hands in pockets and nervous eyes,
joined by the weeping young woman.
Memories of public displays
of anger, grief and outpouring
of endless tears and ranting
come flooding back to me.
The train halted forward
leaving behind the barefoot
homeless man asleep
outstretched on the platform bench.
In juxtaposition to a life
in a balled plastic bag
serving as a pillow,
a smiling posing woman unaware.
As the train speeds into
darkness of tunnel then night,
the ugly city smell lingers
and I close my eyes to ignore it.