Earth To Ash

By the Salt


Crusty eyes wake excited,
when mornings are usually slumbered.
Sun stretching, this early.
We leave Theresa with a wave,
that smile.

You and I now,
a trip of bond.
The mist chills my face…
his dory crashing against the lap.
Posture held strong.
My imagination animated by the salt.
Few words spoken but enough was understood.
Cap to his brow, a grin in that cheek.
Surrogate father, my hero.

Piece Of Your Heart


A long time ago we promised a connection.
But we’ve found ourselves adrift, in the other direction.

Alike by the bloodline that flows deep within,
difficult to conceive that we were both born as kin.

I’ve questioned at times for a true explanation,
only blame in retort, without hesitation.

Our bond left abandoned, now way in the past,
the first day we met was also our last.

Free of the burden that it must have been me,
when sometimes in life it’s not meant to be.

So I move on at peace, that I have done my share.
Fate left to you, to show me you still care.

I hope someday, that the piece from your heart,
matches with mine so we can return to the start.

The Hillside







A hillside where I played, now lies dormant, unused.
Laughter no longer carries in the wind where childish breath was once contrasted to the pitch night sky.

The grass, still worn, but no longer from play for there is a gray hue of neglect that looms across its blades.
This lonely hillock connects me to my past,
the lost adventures of a youngster where berries were alien and stones stood as kid’ish vessels.
Simpler then, necessary, far from times reach.

But now that time binds me to the present, I can only reflect on the before.
As I do, memories swarm my mind and I start to see the patches of green again.
Familiar images beautifully paint my imagination, chasing away the dark shadows,
irrelevance slowly deliquescing away.
My boyish reminiscence forever welcomed, I see more beyond this passed by place and embrace a trigger to the memories it has kept for me this long.
that hillside…where I played.

One Ray of Sun

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Just one ray of sun can melt it all away,
make it right, make it ok.

Embrace like before with meaning and feel,
something I forgot was actually once real.

The static between can easily be gone,
takes simply understanding, not brains nor brawn.

Bring it back from where we left it in the dark.
Let’s let all the light in, all I need is your heart.

Look Back

How do you keep walking forward without wanting to look back?
Your self-made contempt must justify it.
My journey through hearsay.
Birth to beyond being explained,
while I’ve never been posed with a question.

Imprisoned by pride with that broken conscience,
do you get to stand trial for your faults?
If excuse could no longer be an option, what then would you plea?
I know, that even at that moment, you’ll still forget,
forget to just turn around….
…to see what you left behind.

Hidden Smile


If you see me sometime and I don’t look your way,
I beg your pardon, just not myself today.

My smile is hidden, my laughter’s gone quiet.
Contrast to normal, I mean not to try it.

The struggle within is a battle some time,
feels like a mountain that’s too high to climb.

It’s lonely in there, just me and my thought.
Understand why? You probably will not.

If you see me displaced, please keep your intention.
Show me concern and give me attention.

There’s a smile inside, it just got displaced.
Knowing you care will bring it back to my face.

The Shine of Your Sun


My silhouette has faded, the lines have all blurred.
Struggling within, with what may have occurred.

At what point was there a turn that was made?
My shadow eclipsed and now has no shade.

Feels like a prison but though there are no bars that confine me,
yet I serve my own sentence that will forever bind me.

To what makes me the reason? To what makes me the cause?
To what makes me regret that I showed you my flaws.

I know there’ll be a day when you’ll see how come.
Because my shadow will return from the shine of your sun.

My Turn

A constant tiredness reminds me of how far I’ve come, this journey wears on me.

Every day I dream with no idea of when I get to wake up.

Always running towards something I believe doesn’t really exist, tormented with doubt, troubled with expectation.

I get a glimpse sometimes but it obscures quickly because it was never meant for me.

So again I move on as I always have and wait for it to be my turn.

Little Lady


Little lady, what’s your hurry?
Up the road in such a scurry.

Never you mind,
I will get there on time,
so please, you need not worry.

I’m off to church, my faith to search,
I could do this every day.

So here I go and as you know,
tomorrow I’ll be back this way.


That Day


That day I made my way over to where he stood, a place where our dialogue did not require words.

His leg braced his posture while he watched the shoreline lap, his boat sits on a harbor of illusion until the ripples break away its silhouette.

Our eyes to  the horizon with the evening sky blushing back at us,
We agreed to just watch, agreed to just be there together…

That day.


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