Wednesday, December 30, 2015


Terror of self
To be cased
Buried alive
Safe to be dead
Safe to be selfless
In sickness than in health
Silent or gagged
Poignant tongue wordless
Smith with no tool
Dinner of a fool
Given to a shelf
Terror of self
Unmoving and boxed
Given to trace
A map of the world
With spit and nail
Chained to an identity
That won't identify
Love when it seeds
Pain when it bleeds
Clueless consciousness
Minimal mettle
Terror of terror
And a natural disaster
Waiting to occur

Under Weeping Lights

Under the weeping lights
On holy temple grounds
I meditate to float from pain
I worship death to live
And I sleep on a bed of vapour
On the edge of a cloud
Where a silent pool
Mirrors the stars
And draws red lights on its surface
In sleep, I too draw my strength
I too know my strength
Gathered from the wind
Where my voice is echoed
In every swaying tree
And even then
You can feel each leaf whisper
In my soft tones
My roar in the bark
And each flower calling
With the sweet fragrance
Of my sorrow

A Dying Future

Reality is a curse
And words are scarce
When the city turns
On its own head
Spinning to oblivion 
It's fragments raining 
And those of us
Who will stay
Will build castles
From the rubble 
As if to find ways 
To ascend
Beyond ourselves 
Beyond fantasy
With this young deed
Dead as when we began
But with little cause
Not to live to the fullest 
And continue our dream 
Ascending the stars
Ascending the stairs to immortality 
Since within our pain
We are awakened
We won't let the future die

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Soar Peace, Sing Mind

For my peace of mind
Harmonies escape my lips
I dream of melodies daily
I long to sing
For peace of mind
I watch birds taking wing
I too long to soar
I too long to sing

Green lights cover me
Where the sun refuses to be
My words chase the light
I hide behind their insight
Under twisted trees
Fashioned into guitars
I too sing to soar
I will sing and soar

Black keys on white
I balance out the night
With thoughtful rhymes
And I forget to breathe
When each lyric means 
One less to write
One less night to sing
To soar and take wing

The Bride, Laughing

When all the rice falls
Light showers
All over our heads
Where will you be standing?

Are you the bride
Are you the bitter maid
Or perhaps the happy one
When we run away, laughing?

Whose hand am I holding
Who flies beside me
Wearing the silky wind
Is it you O' Marcia?

Under the rain
Of blue and white flowers
Are you the one
Soaking me with love, laughing?

Run with me forever
Were you ever the maid
Did the piano speak true
When you came down to me?

A moment to forever
Will I remember it all?
Every part true
You were always the bride, laughing

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Slow Invasion

I was there
 I saw it
The plunge
It was real
There on the surface
A knife was floating
It was next to me
It was real

On my arms
A map was drawn on my arms
It looked like the roots of a tree
Growing from my heart
And my heart beat faster
I felt the blood in my veins
Tracing your path
Your slow invasion

You were there
I swear I saw you
You lived in your own world
You lived in now
This cloud clouds my judgement
But I feel the plunge
You are standing next to me
You are real

I don't have to look for you
I see you
No I feel you
You are in my veins
Out of sight
Right where you are
Eternal ghost
And yes you are real

 Apr 12, 2014 5:25:35 AM

Thursday, August 14, 2014

The Blind Ones

In full view of the world
My eye blooms
And my hands reach the moon
And I write more songs
In this dream I'm a shadow
Finally I am seen
Silhouette or not
I am inheriting this world
And the voices calling out to the sky
All around me in ecstasy
See me but have never seen me
They feel me but they are blind
Blind to everything around them
They live but they are dead
They worship and they dream
But they forget who they are
How easy for them it seems
To get swallowed by the tide
Just as it's easy for me
To go against the current
And in full view of the world
I get to the other side
And I'm silent and I'm calm
My palms have no sweat
My heartbeat is an even drum
Even as I march towards death
And I find rhythm in my words
This pulse of my actions
And call out in the trees
I still see the universe in front of me
How can I not know
These rivers in me
Have lived since time began
That all I am is blood and spirit
Temporary yet eternal
That I'm here now and can see
The true face of the world
And will keep showing them
The blind ones reaching out
Who will never have these eyes