Green eyes

strange to say the least

it was unearthly

She was so pretty I could cry

She was ageless

Radiated good nature. She seemed so happy and cheerful.

A confusion of emotion, of love

Well attraction maybe

But it was more... appreciation

Not of an artwork. But of... a feeling or collective of feelings. No...

It was of a woman. 

The appreciation of womanhood. 

Her eyes, her speech, her laugh. 

It all just came together to make something so wholesome. 

For an immeasurable time I felt euphoric almost. 

It felt as if the whole morning warmed for me alone while snow covered everywhere else.

Her eyes were a mix of grey and green...

i've already forgotten her face. 

Why do I always forget the ones we appreciate the most. 

My imagination won't let me

my imagination is a prison.

The name of the rose

who knows what tommorow may bring 

of sadness and sorrow

of hope and happiness

till thou dost perish amongst the burdensome worry, or burn brightly in your love

'tis the rose that smells so sweet that cannot be described in so few a word

nor in scriptures of epic proportions

that drives one

until he finds the very rose for himself

our money, our strength, our knowledge and our very self, our ego, all are labours of love

of one form or another

evil or good unbeknownst

love... 

is love...

has always been love... 

will always be love... 

unconditionally, unthinkingly, and undoubtingly... 

until the flames engulf the world...

Acrylic Paint

the unconceivable colors in a single shade

did you ever think about that

the hues, the textures, the tints and the glows trapped within a single shade

they are not seen; they are not painted, captured or caught

they can only be felt

you can see them on certain morn

you can see them in the air, in the sky, in the parks and the fields

in the sunrise and the waning moon

you can see them as you wake and as you fall asleep

but you will never see them

no... because you have no need

the wondrous colors that I see

are those of fantasy

there it is... there in your eyes...

the shade of love...

the color of... you







the unconceivable colors in a single shade
did you ever think about that
the hues, the textures, the tints and the glows trapped within a single shade

they are not seen; they are not drawn, scribbled or thrown
they can only be felt

you can see them on certain night
you can see them in the water, in the sleepy hollows, in the forests and the rain

in the twilight and still dark

you can see them in your dreams and the deepest nether regions of your soul

but you will never see them
no... because you have no need
the horrible colors that i see
are those of pain and remorse

there it is... there in your eyes
the shade of hate
the color of... you






~Yin and Yang

Time heals all wounds

I remember few things from that night...

I remember the walk I spent outside...

I remember seeing that which pained me most...

I remember excruciating pain...

I remember the silence when we crossed paths...

I remember the pain that was held in me while I smiled with everyone...

and through all that... all the muck and bullshit... Today I only have the one memory of happiness... 

Pain is a memory

Joy is a fresh feeling in my heart

4th of July

It was a night filled with fireworks. 

An amorphous blob of darkness, pierced by two dim souls.

As anonymity took hold of the crowd, she began to draw close. 

In my heart, I knew it was the cold and the noise, but I didn't care. 

For that instant, as the ashes fell from the sky and the heaven's were lit up, I had her... there, in my arms. 

For the briefest moment, my world was complete and unending. 

The walk home was in silence. Filled with tension and hope. 

She took a step forward.

She grabbed hold of me and drew me in...

She held me close, and we stood there.

For god knows how long, we stood. 

Dancing to the music only we could hear in our own hearts. 

As the moon and sun danced along in the sky

A writing experiment

Nothing up my sleeve but my heart

and a dozen paper cranes, folding into themselves

as the sun cuts through swathes of seeping despair

you tell me there will be a next time

but your eyes are looking to the horizon

and the bones on the back of your hand are playing only one note

So I sing my lonely song with all the broken hearts

Rosetta's Stone

Please wipe your feet before proceeding

Dress code is in effect

Look both ways before crossing the street

Present ID as you cross the till

Stay behind the yellow line

Keep clear of the doors as they close

Kindly use your sleeve when coughing or sneezing in public

Keep to the right

Follow the steps as outlined by the manual

You may not illegally copy or reuse this software

Refrain from making hateful or inciting statements

Use correct terminology when describing elaborate procedures

Lunch breaks must be no longer than one (1) hour

Meetings must be scheduled and relevant invitees must be informed

Please keep seatbelts fastened and your chair in an upright position

Ensure lights are properly engaged for driving conditions

Yield to thoroughfare traffic

Stop for crossing pedestrians

Dangerous curves, next 25 km

Low bridge ahead

Turn off all lights before leaving a room

Chew food thoroughly before swallowing

Brush your teeth after every meal

Adults generally require 7 to 8 hours of sleep

...

whatdoesitallmeanwhyamihereisthereevenagodwhydoesshelovemewhydontpeopleunderstandmewhathappenswhenwediewhatisthemeaningoflifeisthereanybodyouttherewhatisthesecrettohappiness

...

flying through clouds of cream puffs and above oceans of mountain dew on the back of a giant eagle as angels play divine country medleys and the heavens rain beautiful women and I destroy hordes of zombies with my machine gun of lightning and chainsaws

...

Please wipe your feet before proceeding

Gabrielle Roy

The flush of color on your skin
The sharp intake of air
Stars have aligned for this
A brush of chance contact
Electrified in a stolen moment
The room begins to spin out of control
Faster and faster as courage builds
People become blurs of joy
Light and shadow dance in frenzy
And a weight drops to my feet
Drowning in the movement
Trying to find my breath
Gasping for air
As my lungs fill with confusion
And finally I succumb to my fate
And sink
Sink into your fleeting perfect love

Socratic Questioning

A man sits in a gallery

Eyebrows furrowed in contemplation

As blood drips down his temples

Hyde and seek

Fickle is my mind
A constant battle for consciousness
To fight the urges that resonate primal
I measure my responses
Plan steps ahead
I withhold the needs of the soul
The darkness that paces the cockles of my heart
He yearns to escape
To fight
To sleep
To fuck
To feed
To exist
To damn the gods and spit in their faces
And waggle his tongue and thumb his nose
Caged and broken, but writhing with rage
One day
One day soon
One day soon he will come

Let us pray
Amen

It never rains when you want it to:

I remember: your warm hand at my shoulder, your fingertips tracing patterns on my back, arm around my waist. Steady, steady. 

The look in your eyes that told me what you were thinking of at that moment, the folding of your hands and darting of eyes when you were lying, how your jaw moved when you were angry.

I want to forget.


~Anonymous


I remember: stolen glances when no one else was looking. The feeling
of being alone in the crush of people. The sole focus of your
attention.

The quiet walks in loud streets, wordless but deafening with my
heartbeat. Turning a corner and feeling lost in your love. The final
time we were alone.

I want to forget.

Quassia

Ashen snow deadens the night
A palace gleams in an unearthly winter glow
Across the vast garden, a waltz echoes
Warmth flows from it's source
Ladies move silently, as if set on rails
Not a hair falls out of place
And up the balustrade, a princess appears
A mask covers her face as she presents herself
"Come, the night waits for no one"

A fresh kill

Get in your car
Open the door to your packaged sunshine
To where you folded up your old childish notions
Fill it with your adult insecurities
Relive the scent
Feel it in your bones as you soar
Shift into drive
And glide back
To when the ground was still hard and your heart still soft
When scars were still fresh and kisses still wet
Slip on your shades
And see the world clearly once again

Mirrorology

Cast a spell
to reflect your wicked deeds
to show your imperfections to the world
as stars shine from the blackness of your soul
there is salvation in knowing that it can all be cured

A sort of fairy tale

Whispered words in the dark
The world remains unchanged
But a fuse has been ignited
All because
Of a single
Thought
Put onto the air
And forever nothing is the same

How do you solve a problem like Maria

Troubles are fleeting. 
Good times are eternal, 
they keep you company
late at night if you let them

Half truths and circumstance

In the end your only debt is to the earth.
And she always collects.

Life is an ocean of despair, bur everyone always forgets they came
along with a paddle

Both black and colorful
Life giving and death bringing
Peaceful and violent
Ruler of all men

Instead of telling you the truth I'll feed you lies to show you who I really am

Stream of Consciousness

starbeams of water 
cascading down the lilly pads 
into the neverending everlasting 
pool of hopes and dreams 

Explosions in the Sky

a million possibilities arrayed amongst the stars
lying dormant, waiting for a chance for fruition
a break across the sky
and suddenly they all shatter, never to be discovered
you are left with a single beautiful moment
yet deprived of all the joy and misery it could have been

but there it is, in your being
the infinite possibilities that could have been
they all live on inside of you
spiraling out and contorting into thick roots
and that is when you realize
that the moment has shattered you

Dystrophy

It's a balance of show and hide. 
To accept and to ignore. 
Where we perform tricks for each other. 
Screaming to be heard but never make a sound. 
It's the change from color to black and white. 
Old to new. 
And dust, inevitably, to dust.