Sunday, December 24, 2006

Henry

There once was a boy named Henry
Who all the girlies loved
I'm sure glad I wasn't one of them
He's a broken down hick now
Sat pretty far too long

Mercy

oh sweet mercy
douse me out
im gutwrenched and inflammed
my mind's whoring itself out
to unsensored shame

Friday, December 22, 2006

This Friendship Of Ours

Do you know that you are precious to me
Invaluable, Genuine, and True
Your friendship is a distant pinprick of light
Which sparks a glow across barren and cold plains
It is a hope which I look forward to

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Alien

You're like an alien in the dark
You're scary, but I like you anyways

A Little Bit of Both

Your clothing has stood the test of time
You wear it well
Your hair
Your blemishes
Your arms
And those beautiful beautiful things on your face
Unfathomable, uncomprehensive
Whispers in the shade
Or torrential seas
Where I fall asleep
Or fall apart


So hear I have a secret story to tell
No more premises or introductories
Although I lie and cheat
And breath curses on darker streets
I definitely dig for a deeper part of myself
And a hopeful reach for the demons in your cell
Because I'm panicked not to understand you
I breath no sigh of relief
I need to be apart of whatever clockwork is ticking beneath your skin
And I'd venture beyond just to be all the wiser
Bruises and blood are all metephorical
I will not be contradictory if you will love me just the same
I will stand up open hearted and let you seep into my veins
I am near the edge of an open abyss
This is rejection or corruption or forgetfullness
I fear I will find it anyways, amidst a loving stare
Because I've talked with love, I spoke my mind
It has told me nothing of being kind

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Dim To Dark

There is no abrupt halt for one so quick running
It's slow and generally painful and pronlonged
There is an extensive contimplation
Of reason and motivation, behind which comes forth utmost despair
Your dash is ending! Your talents impaired!
What for, but a strong hold in thin air.

To tell you straightforward there will be a mighty crash
They will hear for miles of the end of your reign
Echoing and deafening and screetching and disdainful
You have fallen apart...wholy and completely!
It's over for you and there is no hope for the future
At least in your dark mind that is all you can find
Your only grasp of life is a grasp of the end of it all
A failure in suspense

Book

You are a leather-bound book
Simple and solid and beautiful
I know you have truth to you
Truth and a bit of magic
Gold plated pages
Italics and limerics and your musings of depth
This all falls very sweetly on the starved mind

Friday, December 15, 2006

Safe

I think that in the state we're in
I don't worry
And you worry over me.
That's nice.

Do Stars Make Sounds?

I'm wondering if I'm remembering
Or if I just thought it up
Of one time on a roof top
Or a dark field...somewhere
Where it was silent, because we were listening hard
It's not nostalgic
I'm just curious
Did we really hear the stars sigh?

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Hurrah!

Lets clap our hands
We've got it for righteousness
And our harmony too
We'll throw it up in the air

Monday, December 11, 2006

Teaching Lucus.

Lucus Ephraim Abraham Simon
climb up upon a hill with a blanket and a sack
with bread and wine and cups and towels
and a garbage bag to carry it back
sit near some rocks and under some trees
don't be alone or silent
don't stay too short or excrusiably long
and when challenged once do not be defiant
if the moment arises lay back to the grass
broadening your chest as a pillow case
listen closely and smile very soft
and memorize the features on her face.

Powerless

I do not shy away
From the sighs that break
From my chest
When little things
Such as the way I remember you
Or those things that always came to mind
In association with you
Because I can expell and expell
In whatever form I can
But you, in most entirety, I cannot

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Defunct

I have noticed that, out of control of my own being, the once functioning systems have become defunct
At one point I was able to simply pin point the buzz of an oiled machine
A quick route of capability and capacity, delivering unaltered messeges
No pauses in the flow or mediocre compliancies
But definitive and assured reliance.
Now the movement of fingers is a leaden task
Dragging in the byways of granted tasks

Monday, December 04, 2006

Sighs

Dear friend,
I have been blessed with an urban heart
Set for flare and passion
Searching street lights for peace
And since, I have been praying
For segregation and lacking
I will find my home without my feet
My knees will carry me there

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Central Ontario

Keppel-Sarawak
Was a township to the east
Of yellow grass
And wilted school houses

Do you remember the children
Who jump rope
For fun?

There is an inlet a far way from here
And a school ground of stones and the sepia colours of faded photographs

Mid life woman sitting on her porch
Tilted swings creak softly in the breeze
And her hair is splayed across her face like reminders of beauty
She is weathered
With all features of the word

Oh days oh days
From the womb to the grave
Will you bless the homesick people
Who are aimless and bereaved

Who's Memory?

I will let my memory fail me now
Because I don't have to believe in failure
Or that it even has a name

Regret is a waste of space
Along side of anxiety and frustration and whatever clutters the mind at night

I am separated from my experiances of choice
And I can see timing like a view from the clouds
Shards of glass
Or pieced together articles

All about this one girl
So far away