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Tag : Writing and photos

09 Jul 2017

Black Sheep

Black Sheep I saw your face through a teary window Said you couldn’t sleep That you fought the day And lost in the rain Talk talk talk to me Hey what’s the matter You were born in the space between A black sheep Awake and cursing the chatter That sound you’ve learned to drown Sometimes and again Still you told me you could hold together Its easy to see, because you know And it makes you laugh Never wanna mind […]

21 Jun 2017

Shades Like Hazel

Shades Like Hazel Reaching out your hand of stone Digging in that vast boneyard For the remains of those who trust They bury your lies while you roam With time broken bones heal Together harder than before And echoes of sorry turn to steel   And was it just so easy And so very simple, For you, for you Because I wanted to believe I wanted to believe in shades like hazel in shades like hazel But without vision… Without […]

26 May 2017

That Look is Reserved for Me

That Look is Reserved for Me That look is reserved for me… The One in a field of faceless faces, moving in a million broken pieces. My breath sways in a cascade of fits, every time… that look hooks my darkness. That look is reserved for me… I know….nobody but me… I know….what it does to me… That look is reserved for me… The one that strikes a stillness in my pulse, unmoving me in a state of paralytic bliss. […]

23 May 2017

Ceiling to the Sea

Ceiling to the Sea Won’t someone tell him please, can’t someone tell him he’s caught on the ceiling of the bluest seas, but he’ll form together again in water faraway. Just like the warmest, arching ocean wave he’s bathing in reasons to wake another day. Won’t someone please explain, can’t someone tell her she’s turning the forest trees against the rain, and forever she’ll be tethered to that unfailing flame. Curled up in lonely fire made wild by the wind, she is, he is, with no […]

18 May 2017

Caught by the Moon

I wrote a little thing yesterday in a waiting room.  The photos came by night, unable to sleep….around 1am by using only streetlight coming in my bedroom windows. Waiting Moon You…you…find me like this, and I’m sorry You…you…love me like this, like I’m worthy And for all I know, I can’t comprehend it And you’ll never make me understand it Chasing me down that silent street My streetlight shadows outrun my feet, and I’ll trip again on that unsteady tightrope For […]

10 May 2017

The Tear

The Tear I got to hold her in my arms again, after so many years No longer of flesh and bone, she’s free to find me In my dreams…for a few too short moments she’s there It’s an unbearable heartache when she disappears I can’t let go, so I hold on and hold together the tear My mind finds a way to give me what I miss, what I need So that deep sorrow upon awaking will soon let up And […]

08 May 2017

She Is

  She Is… She’s arriving… She’s arriving at the door of recycled words. She’s locked out… She’s locked out…side the confines of time. She’s in tune… She’s in tune with her broken wings. She’s climbing… She’s climbing her house of cards. She’s clinging… She’s clinging to clouds that hold her hand, and catch her falls. She’s calling… She’s calling for the koi to swim her into the deep. She’s lying… She’s lying under clotheslines of warm blankets and sweaters. She’s sleeping… […]

31 Mar 2017

Room 501: Love is a Contiuum

Preface This story is the result of trusting the writing process to unravel and explore some traumatic points in my life, occurring within about a 6 year span as a child.  When I began writing, I had no idea how much would be revealed to me along the way.  The personal struggles I address are shared by many and are very complex.  To write this story in a linear, straightforward way would seem like oversimplification given the swerving and circuitous […]

23 Feb 2017

Between the Frames, Inside the Tracks

Between the Frames, Inside the Tracks Focused on light-beats between the frames Veiled in vain to disguise she’s still the same, yea though she’s ever changed While self-prescribed tracks are dosed by the singing stereo Echoing the vertigo traps of circular thoughts Warm hands and soft tears never rival robots Inside her there’s no game, just an animal finding the wild She slings her laughing lassos with static smiles, too blue to mock Never holding still for the darkness, looping […]