Monday, May 18, 2015

Barefoot Minds

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I want to walk barefoot through the world
so I may feel the warm sea sand between my toes,
the flowing water over my feet after a summer storm,
the softest wool of a Persian carpet
and the sting of a thorn when I run recklessly through a field.

I want to be naked in your presence,
feel your breath warm on my skin,
feel the heat from your body reach out to mine,
and drown in the waves of your muscles as they move
to the lick of the soft rays on an autumn afternoon.

And I want to open my mind to yours,
read to you from any page, from any book you choose,
simply stretch out in the wonder you raise in me
when the world disappears for brief moments in time,
and I want to trust in you to be the man I can fully trust with me.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

...said the gypsy to her love

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…said the gypsy to her love:
“Your touch burns me to cinders
and your kisses touch the sky,
your hands have fed a hunger
I could revel in all the time,
my mind is fully smitten
with your voice and with your sound,
your fingers are marked forever on
this route upon the ground.
And when we part our ways, we will,
I’ll be a while obsessed,
be tempted to change the natural way
I with this world enmesh,
‘til another hunger awakens in me
that consumes me as a whole,
and I’ll fade for a while from reality,
forgotten to all but my soul.
And should the spirits be our friend
they'll guide for us to cross,
one moment you’d least expect to see
my face, at the road, across,
where my body reacts with a physical thrill
to your hands that are burnt on my skin,
come consummate this moment in time,
and feast on this hour we’re in.”

Monday, May 4, 2015

...before you go

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Oh yes, before you go,
there's something I'd like to tell you.
Don’t ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable,
don't let yourself be pushed through a door you shirk to enter,
when something doesn’t feel right, it probably isn’t
and instead of freezing, shutting down and waiting to see what will happen,
say “Get your hands off my shoulder!”, “Thanks, tonight I’m staying clean.”,
stop the car and turn around or defer your decision to another day.
I’ve seen the outcome to a few of those I didn’t do or say,
and they’re not preferable to the choices open to you.
Some things are meant to happen, when the adrenalin starts to flow,
and some are a warning to you, to slow down before diving in.

Friday, May 1, 2015

Where Are We?

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In the restlessness of a dark night
we board the bus with empty seats
to a destination that isn't mapped.
And in these lost hours we stretch our legs
in residual back streets without light,
carouse with souls who don’t speak our language
and whose judgment is of no consequence
to those who evaporate with the dawn.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Take me...

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Take me to the place
where our end does not exist,
where time hovers on the brink of twilight,
a place that can still this loss of purpose,
put to rest the futility… the restlessness…
that is gnawing at me.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

I Run

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Damn, it is uncomfortable,
the impending doom that’s made its home
in the pit of my stomach,
where it chases me with hours
when mere minutes barely passed,
and shreds my nerves as it grinds away
to a diary that isn't mine.
So I flee to a harbour that offers no shelter,
where my endurance is performing admirably
against escape routes stronger than time,
until this body can no longer withstand
the influx of chemical substances
that finally force these restless eyes shut
but the soul that can’t sleep trawls along…

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

When Time Stands Still

Time slows imperceptibly,
minutes merge with impurity,

‘til the sun sets at noon
and your days are as dark
as the nights are silent,
and you’re motionless
in a breathless void

where your spirit can’t fly
with the breeze.

Friday, April 17, 2015

The Joker

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It’s the fool of a Joker playing havoc in my head,
pouring prompts and propositions
in a never-ending flow, into the path that I now trail down,
where foolishness take’s a firm hold,
opens wide the windows in a lighthouse,
during a tempest,
whose pulse gradually weakens,
as wantonness captures me
and we fly with the churning clouds.