| Friday, August 5th, 2011 |
| 3:03 pm |
Love and death make us human Or perhaps, more accurately Fear makes us human Fear of loss and loneliness Fear of an unknown emptiness Fear of an endless night Under cold stars |
| Wednesday, April 13th, 2011 |
| 12:06 pm |
Legions of the missing, the dead, the unknown Victims of violence or abandonment or forgetting It horrifies me that anyone could be lost so completely And the soul of them never found |
| Monday, March 21st, 2011 |
| 3:25 pm |
There is no doubt in me That you would go to the ends of the earth Brave hell and hardship, fire and ice To bring me happiness |
| Wednesday, October 13th, 2010 |
| 9:37 pm |
From between my shaking, ashen fingers Creeps forth a raw stream of self Born of the dark places between us That I dare not enter without a guide |
| 9:26 pm |
Ache And I do In parts of me Long forgotten Know I do Ache And I will In all parts of me Until the seige Is finally ended |
| 9:15 pm |
I am running Always running Running, falling, running Water, a gazelle, water Push, pull, push And when your eyes are here When witness is held To the imperfect and the profane I am running Escape, freedom, escape Always running Ice, venison, blood Pull, pull, pull A heartbeat isn't enough To maintain the suspense Or to suspend me any longer |
| 9:12 pm |
Walk like fingers down my spine A lift, a descent into madness Before it all coalesces Into the briefest of moments The rise and fall of breath Through labouring lungs And the ache of longing lost In the folds of heavy fabric Draped over the chairs To hide their tattered edges In, out, in, out, winter Frost here with the darkness In the darkness, out of the darkness A lift, a descent into endings Sought in place of beginnings To mark the closing of this year |
| 9:08 pm |
As much energy is expended on deconstruction as on growth A constant questioning and pushing of the boundaries That you say you relish, because it keeps things fresh While at the same time telling me to stop it before it's too late Before too much is dismantled and thrown onto the scrap heap Of what was potentially a brilliant union |
| Monday, September 6th, 2010 |
| 2:42 pm |
Maybe I'm a true romantic In search of a man in a plaid shirt Beard, dog, and gun Who wants to make me his wife Carry me away to the woods Where we'll spend our days Searching from unicorns and magic Where we'll spend our evenings In an old log cabin miles from anywhere I'll play my mandolin While you strum your battered guitar And we'll sing slightly out of key Until the fireflies turn out the lights Where we'll spend our nights Wrapped in an old wool blanket Arms around one another to ward out the cold My head in the hollow of your shoulder As we drift away into tomorrow |
| 2:19 pm |
Last night I was in Japan and you broke my heart Like you break my heart every night The panic builds and breaks like waves as I wait And then it is morning and you are there A sleeping child at my side, one arm around me A wild animal twitching in its dreams Unknowable and unknowing and unaware of my ache |
| Thursday, June 10th, 2010 |
| 5:09 pm |
When you speak of burdens You speak of me Describe perfectly the sinkhole That my heart creates When faced with pure affection You speak of how hard it is To rise above this pit And feel the truth of what we could be And I hear you |
| Thursday, May 13th, 2010 |
| 3:37 pm |
This is about being pulled into something Enfolded within it so completely that you lose perspective No direction exists, no time but now I can feel the song in my heart Throbbing slowly, ever so slowly Like a war drum sounding a warning Shift, shift, turn until you are inside out Twist yourself into a new shape A new form to hold the new you in a better way And at last we have arrived here The sheltering arms of the mind blocking out the light Protecting us from the eternal darkness |
| Friday, May 7th, 2010 |
| 9:48 am |
In my quiet moments I am building my demise It is a fragile thing Created from heartache and pain Stretched thin like a canvas Over the frame of my ribs It is a destruction The annihilation of self The ache of longing a touchpaper The flames of an ending are explosive Even as they are quiet and warm The weight of this Threatens to crush me Pressure at a thousand meters Or at sea level Lungs collapsing inwards In my quiet moments I am building my demise |
| Tuesday, April 13th, 2010 |
| 12:05 pm |
Last night I dreamt you as you are not I dreamt you as I want you to be I dreamt my desire for you, felt it bubble and boil Spilling out onto the surface Washing away reality and constraint And leaving only fragments behind |
| Wednesday, April 7th, 2010 |
| 2:58 pm |
Today I'm shaking in the wind of my own breath Shaking and full of a fear that only you can stir Knowledge of the future comes at a heavy price And I don't think I'm ready for this to end Even as I begin to fall away and spiral down Floating into the unknown cold, the hard future I cannot know you and I cannot know myself But I can know the future forever a moment |
| Tuesday, April 6th, 2010 |
| 9:57 am |
My body is a gateway, a conduit I can be opened, filled with electrical charge Exploded into a million pieces and brought back together You who know my name know my secret frailty The dangerous truth hidden at my centre I can only pray to you as to a god, with hope Pray that you understand defeat and meaning That when you open me you will not only destroy But also build and nurture and protect |
| Tuesday, March 9th, 2010 |
| 9:38 am |
Last night I dreamt fire, death, destruction A hole burning in the ceiling and spreading Until everything I loved and cherished Was consumed by the flaming, gaping maw |
| Friday, February 12th, 2010 |
| 8:10 pm |
Implicit in what you say, baby Is the belief that I'm not in control That I can't hold back this feral cry Bubbling from my lips, thick, black, glossy A cross between a baby's shriek And the moan of a wild animal, Leg caught in the steel jaws of a trap The emotion it contains is equal parts grief And desperate rage The emotion that it echoes that of losing Or of the pain of new growth Shoots breaking through skin Angry in the spring air Angry at being held capive all winter And what if it's true, darling? What if I can't control or contain this And instead it spills out, dangerous and beautiful Falling at your feet like a gift for a king Supplicant ready to bend to your will Before slave overthrows master And the cold sets in again? What is your answer, beloved? Can you accept these gifts, this rage Drawing them to your breast to be cradled Like a father cradles his weeping child As the thunder crashes outside? |
| 9:46 am |
When the quietus comes, unmovable as a fortress There is an end of the self Nothing can survive in the face of finality The doors of a heart closed as readily as they were opened Joy experienced as aptly as pain This is an ochlocracy of the heart The screaming mass demanding to be heeded Despite the lack of authority or care The other superimposed on the self And when the quietus comes, cold as a shoulder There is an end of possibility |
| 9:42 am |
I cannot survive This painful alluvium Pushing me away |
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