Swell


Antique blue and china white

Pepper sea like baby’s breath

Dreams flash, evaporate with tide

Eyes on you last night, just a sigh

Face faded long before opening eyes

Swell, go with it

Along for the ride

Splash in the puddle

Drowns out all other noise

Stinger leaves an after-burn

Treasure the feeling now before the words change

Before the page makes a turn

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Free


Sometimes I wish I was free,

like the ocean in me.

Instead I feel the tide

wash up inside.

Hold my breath and count to ten,

open my eyes,

I’m me again.

Taste the sand

beneath my feet,

close my eyes,

envision easy street.

The world is a dome,

I keep sliding down,

like the smile on my face,

easily mistaken for a frown.

Feel your breath,

and take it in.

Exhale,

I’m free again.

 

Full Circle


Full~

Harmony in rising sun

Awake to light of day

Dreams reflecting and fading

Character witnesses nature

Open eyes wide and smile

Road winding endlessly

Awaiting dreams distant

Circle~

Distant dreams awaiting

Endlessly winding road

Smile and wide eyes open

Nature witnesses character

Fading and reflecting dreams

Day of light to awake

Sun rising in harmony

Shrug


They care only for themselves

In this race against time.

Stuck behind pieces of thick yellow tape,

I stand, a naked and bruised pantomime,

Marsh air so thick it lingers on my tongue.

They turn their backs and shrug,

Thinking they have won.

 

He stands so close, there is no distinction.

Now we are taller and twice as strong.

There is a balance created between us,

So that together we can’t go wrong.

A touch that dulls the ache, making me warm,

His body is a double plated shield,

Keeping me safe from harm.

 

She is a reflection of my youth,

The one who knew me well.

I always guess what hides beneath

The things she doesn’t tell.

Together we grow older, and older more apart,

But I’ll always be here for her,

As it has been from the start.

 

Time races by without a second chance.

I struggle to keep up and take a look around.

Life has lost it’s simple meaning, 

With answers too profound.

Today we climb this hill, that tomorrow may be a mountain,

Whose peak holds all I wish for still,

While we bathe in it’s youthful fountain.

Diagnosis: Unknown


A virus, they say

But not from where it came.

She fights for her life,

An enemy without a name.

 

Every day drags on, 

We wait for her to wake.

No sign of getting better,

But there must be some mistake.

 

She is incredibly strong, 

And yesterday so alive.

I believe she’ll find within her

All she needs to survive.

 

Now I am with her,

Reminded everyday

Of memories we have together,

And I’m hoping that she’ll stay.

Suicide II


A lonely tear

Falls silently to the ground,

Reflecting the dreams

That are yet to be found.

An unreal smile

Presiding the pain,

A heart welded together

Holding inside it the shame.

A puddle of blood

Grows deeper on the floor,

Until the fear inside her

Exists no more.

Her motionless body

Grows paler in the light,

As reality swims away

And she begins to lose sight.

Her bloody palms splayed before her,

Releasing the sin.

And the images of death

Are portrayed in the end.

 

“I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings” by Maya Angelou


A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

 

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

 

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

 

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own

 

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

 

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.