presenting the youthful
innocent, peaceful and strong
undying urge to break the cycle
like any rebel would
breaking down the walls
like a hammer through a
brick stone wall
every attempt much larger than the last
seeking comfort in the peace of knowing
i did something today.
i did something today.
i did something, indeed.
the perils and methods
that I bid farewell to
seek honour and acceptance
in the road less travelled
imparting to the bridges
that require parts & maintenance
spread wisdom in the cracks and
the hair-line fracture of the go-between
as I would like to, more often than not
untie myself from broke and tethered
and know that what is new
is old and what is broken has come full circle
Bottomless sky;
drink from the spoon
that carried the syrup, that modelled a friendship, that emptied a longing…
Only to be warned,
not knowing but near guessing
eyes teary; hollow steering
Stirring the potion
Stirring slow motion
Effortlessly creeping
out of focus
(to be in focus)
dishevelled.
switchboard glistening
eyes riveting
waiting for the last
and final moment to
settle itself into frame
grey sky onus
making french names
out of paper planes
and some old hopskotch
game awashed in morning dew
great new quiet
nourishes.
owning up to footprint settlement
toes break into selling it
instead of dreading it
like others do
The people have spoken
I dont really know who to or why
but they spoke words of ages
that painted beautiful images
that made your eyes blink
and your knees weak
The timing of the moments
Just stacked on top of each other
One after the other to make a small pile
Everyone laughing
Because only in this context do we see moments
that simultaneously trigger other moments
and bring you to the place where you are just here
and that was just then
and if you focus long enough you can find the now
but only after taking a couple steps back
to take a moment to laugh at the pile
thumbing through the pages
the pages of ages that make history
that then becomes our present
that stands tall as a lone warrior;
a quiet and solid steed
who tells the most elegant of stories
that mark only the truth
and by the communion of their staff
to uneven pavement
we may be released from the squirrelling depths
of the confines of our mind
shutter stole it
snapped shut on promises
square rooted in the ground
horned white animal
nesting in a pile of weeds
sanctify not what you say
but didn’t say
and then lock it away
sanctify not what you say
but didnt say
and then lock it away
and please remind me that we’re golden
that we are embossed, signed & sealed
remind me that we have this strength
we built from all these years
promise me that yesterday
did not see the light of day
quite like today
For what you reap is what you sow,
For what you seek comes much too slow.
Too slow to speak instead I grow;
and hope that it isn’t all too much, too low.
I break in the middle for repetitions sake
and seek honour in all the words I take;
For wisdom is truly the only key
and all I ever really want to do is see
respect in the balancing of seeds
that water themselves and ask for what they need,
in order to really ever grow and be
The person that’s inside of me
Crossing scissors
impersonating sick motion
without catching it’s hooks
on the nit and grit
Memo came and went (by the way)
It read:
The following
previously undisclosed information
that I will be personally attributing
my
self
is to back yet another wise
and uninspired piece of the puzzle
that has become instinctively
joined at the hip
with harmonious indiscretion
spilling out amongst the stars
barrelling malnourished lesions
and hungry for the kind and simple
approachable and soothing
minutely more solvable intricacies
Signed,
sincerely yours.
the time alone has fallen
and knocked the buds right off the branch
a spiralling stream of lonely words
build anew to make the good stuff last
the ticket of which you pull
will moderate your breath
bring boulders to your shoulders
whirlwind of promises unmet
it’s dated in the history
that sinking feeling you’ll get
that’s not worth the air that muddles
and a waking life full of regret
