Category: Poetry
Whispers From You
A lull from the hillside early morn,
like a whisper from you.
I stood in the chill…
…with a tear reminder,
of what I’ve lost.
Sweep me up,
walk with me through the valley,
take me to the mountain tops.
I am brisk, I am alive…for now.
Whisper some more to me,
until the mutters grow so faint.
I know the cold will still return,
only, wait until it’s the final breeze.
Journal Entry # 108 – My Wounds, My Words
A poet should be so crafty with words that he is envied even for his pains. – Criss Jami
Come To Me Again
If my trial has ended,
why do your stones still lay at my feet?
My deepest wounds will never heal until their forgotten.
No, always they fester, they ache,
like my broken heart which is bled to near death,
over and over, as I lay in this cold dark place alone.
I had to run from the pitchforks and torches.
Chased away, like a monster…
who once held the hand of a princess.
I still look for her in the moon,
wish for her in my dreams.
Come to me again my love in pardon,
or come to finish me off instead.
A Mermaid’s Lullaby
A hill where a mermaid danced,
lay marked by a single stone.
Tales left to imagine,
on the night when the harbour’s alone.
The land once rose above her,
to be the brand new sky.
She screams from beneath the ocean,
but no one hears her cry.
Come dance again dear lady,
I feel your song, a boy.
Help me free your spirit,
from this fishermen’s lullaby.
I Can Tell its Home!
grant me that yesterday tomorrow
I want to run again in November rain
taste once more, those raindrops
pinch me because I’m alive
let me feel it to the bone
that day…
I wore the fog home
seagulls bicker
over drenched catch laid in blood
but that day, no matter
t’was Mother Nature’s chore
all backdrops to my soul
my lungs, they catch up
though heartbeats have no pace
one listen to the ocean
one breath to the shore
I can tell it’s home
Drown Me
I can no longer hold my breath.
I rather drown, then wade in false hope.
You’ve given me every emotion I’m capable of,
I’ve fallen hard, so many times.
How do I keep going? How am I still just suppose?
I shout and shout, forgive me,
across this universe
…only to be a ghost.
You’re not me,
no you’re not.
You still can’t say…
…father.
Moonlight to Morning
I remember nights that seemed only for me.
Everything still, silent…time fixed.
I sat by shore, lost in its wake.
Watched as mossy moorings danced in captivate.
The moonlight stretched my little port, reaching for tomorrow,
maybe running from yesterday.
A lull of loneliness, like a blanket.
Protects me from exposure.
Suspended in salty bliss,
I bid good morn to the sun.
A Ways From Anywhere
Earth To Ash 