I’m not dead but very much alive.
I have my alibi. I have my beating heart.
I have no diversion or excuses.
I am strong – and I’m coming on.
Yes – I’m coming on.
And the song is getting louder.
It will be sung all over soon.
I am not the only one.
I am not the lone singer.
Soon there will be many.
Then the song will be a great one.
Our future too – bring it on…
00.08
27/09/08
Friday, February 20, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Be Calmed, Be With Me
I know you wanted to share
so much with me: your dreams
and the rivers that flow in-between.
Yet now it all seems lost; I have severed
the physical umbilical - you sense the loss.
Be calmed, be with me: in this world
all connections remain throughout.
The world as hologram holds us still.
Separated, we grow as friends forevermore.
22.35
31/08/08
so much with me: your dreams
and the rivers that flow in-between.
Yet now it all seems lost; I have severed
the physical umbilical - you sense the loss.
Be calmed, be with me: in this world
all connections remain throughout.
The world as hologram holds us still.
Separated, we grow as friends forevermore.
22.35
31/08/08
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
where silence dwells
I don't know how to say this:
my heart is like a vacuum pill,
ready to love, ready to kill.
I stand before the seraphim,
no holy ghost, no ephemera.
I dance the polka-dot in blackest robes,
my heart throbs, my head is hot -
there's a space where dreams come to settle
and silence dwells like night.
I could love more if I tried, if I might.
22.13
31/08/08
my heart is like a vacuum pill,
ready to love, ready to kill.
I stand before the seraphim,
no holy ghost, no ephemera.
I dance the polka-dot in blackest robes,
my heart throbs, my head is hot -
there's a space where dreams come to settle
and silence dwells like night.
I could love more if I tried, if I might.
22.13
31/08/08
Friday, February 06, 2009
The poison chalice
The poison chalice
sits inside of me,
a loving cup
made of clay.
I drink, I drink,
so heartily
it makes my blood
black as love.
Come again -
if not now
then another day.
Something inside of me
refuses to lie down in the sun
or to go away.
I kneel like a beggar,
hands clasped:
am I praying
or do I betray?
21.40
31/08/08
sits inside of me,
a loving cup
made of clay.
I drink, I drink,
so heartily
it makes my blood
black as love.
Come again -
if not now
then another day.
Something inside of me
refuses to lie down in the sun
or to go away.
I kneel like a beggar,
hands clasped:
am I praying
or do I betray?
21.40
31/08/08
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