A Lifetime Between Us

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I run toward nothing

I have nowhere to go but I’m running

away from the person you think I am

away from the shadow you say I cast

my heart getting weaker the further I go

there is no voice calling my name

no soul missing mine

my blood is useless

it means nothing to anyone anymore

soon I will be far away

nothing will bring me back

life will have stretched the whole distance

from where I was to where you left me

a lifetime too late

Below My Surface

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I am in the middle of the ocean with no shore
at night when there is no day
wading in silence, not worth a sound
barely swimming above the darkness of my abyss
tired, weak… alone
the deep is calling
its black swallowing light
there are monsters showing beneath
I can’t tell if they feed or if they need
the pieces of me that sink here to the bottom
phantoms in the fathoms pull me under
I will see waves no more
if I drift down too far below my surface

This Purgatory

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white 
white everywhere 
no walls 
no floor 
no ceiling 
just white 
am I touching anything 
am I alive 
where is the door through which I come 
did I walk through by will
is this punishment for the black 
is this void now my penance
I feel no love
I feel no loss
where are my memories
tell me what sin lead me here 
I can’t see in this light 
because of my darkness

Blueberry Hill

when the blueberries come back…so do you 
we’re together again
scraping and scrounging along the hillside 
every three paces we fill our cups 
 
the colour blue today is for happiness 
its sweet taste…a reminder of your touch 
as I hold a few on the day they first appear 

the air is the same chill
trees with the same tinge of change
cloud shadows still pass over me like they did
I see them at my feet

I am seven again
catching up with your pace
as my bucket spills over
on blueberry hill









Chasing Autumn – Haiku

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summer is closing 
September trips at its door 
a fall worth taking 

The Forever Writer – Haiku

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I found a lost pen
started to write words with it
forever, I write

A Walk to Bartender

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6:05 kicking rocks
every stride a pebble or two
summer hugging me the whole way
the sun was slowly packing up for the day 
and the moon would be here in a few hours 
Saturday so lazy dogs paid no mind to pesky flies 
or to an orange cat nibble-ling a rickety fence 
right there, in front me as my freedom faded away

6:06 I placed my gaze everywhere 
taking in as much still time as I could 
before drunkards beckon me 
fill me full of lies, blow smoke in my face
tell me I’m cute when no one’s watching
and shout more regretful things 
make promises…break promises 
dance 
sing
love 
hate
take swings
jest 
do it all past the pale of moonlight
or until clocks shoo them away

to the place they all knew my name
the walk to a bartender
was a rehearsal
for a keeper of tabs
a keeper of secrets
a keeper of ale
it’s 6:07
what can I get ya… 
 
 
 

Setting – Haiku

as darkness bleeds in
this shade and its salty taste
prove I am alive

Dirty Dare

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that night there was a fire in all their eyes 
each time a heartbeat, another felt its rhythmic passion 
a guise was given to open the euphoric
allow dreams to transpire 
give way to deep fantasies 
unlock rooms full of lust 
a house of secrets welcomes a guest 
sweat makes him shine like a trophy  
his skin is a craving  
aphrodisiac to taste 
casting eyes no matter where the gaze 
he cannot see for propositions 
adventures without warnings 
free tickets without cost 
dare he swims in a sea of naked taunts
dare he wade in a sultry ocean
dare he listen to pleading whispers
dare he…

A Story Written in Ash

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When I write, I give it like blood 
all my emotions like DNA 
unique to me 
only it can be shared with others 
it passes through to the world 
I’ll never know if it lives on 
a day 
a week 
a month 
a year 
…forever 
but I won’t stop bleeding my words 
I’ll still give away my life 
for longer life
for my story