Thursday, March 11, 2010
The Curse
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Behind These Walls
I only wish that we could talk, sit together alone under a tree on a hill with the green grass and in view of the sea as we both like it and open ourselves to each other like we've never done before, but always come so close to doing.
Sometimes as I look back into your life I wonder I the absences you made were not intentional at all. Maybe i wasn't actually that significant. Maybe you never thought of me as anyone important because I never pretended like the others.
And other times I blame myself beyond repair for missing out on that possible chance. Is it possible I was distracted? Confused? Yes that for sure. But we both know of the bond. For sure there was something between us.
But how can I ask you when your so far away. When i think about I feel something bleeding inside me. I question the high walls around me all day. They stare back at me and all i hear is the silence. Are you dead on the inside. If so I have the fire to relight your flame.
The only question is my friend... where are you today?
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Be My Light
Hold me darkness,
Hold me tight.
The world has collapsed,
All is night.
With a grinding crunch,
Everything stopped spinning.
Cold is the air,
Fear is winning.
In my corner,
All curled up.
Whimpering in fright,
Like a newborn pup.
Waiting for the light,
Illuminate my misery.
Take me by the hand,
Turn sorrow to history.
This tomb is sealing,
My heart is weakening.
All is night,
Until you sing to me.
Flower of Blood
Upon the grassy meadow I lay,
Amidst the flowers of sunny May.
I see a yellow daffodil,
Hear the birds of yonder hill.
My knees shattered,
Hands bitter cold,
The bullet in my stomach,
Fierce and bold.
Fixed stare at the West,
Watching the yellow sun rest.
Sweet smell of the valley,
Brings memories of my dear Sally.
Screech of the machines,
Twitching my ears.
Enemy of ten-thousand flames,
Torture and sear.
Back in the fields again,
Harvest, family, nature and friends.
About the tractor the children dance,
Farm dog in his sleepy trance.
The dark Sheppard arrives,
With his lean staff.
Cry of the devil,
Chills the night.
Twisted sinews,
Chips of bone.
With the daffodil now red,
The forsaken freed in death.
(In memory of all those deceased in conflict)

