Tuesday, September 25, 2012

The Ride

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It’s in the moment I decided to follow
in the footstep of the black cat
as it crossed my path this morning,
that I knew I had no choice
but to wait for the red-eyed white owl
and fly through the fields of reckless destruction,
where consequences are sneered at and smothered
with the impulse of the possessed,
and I continue to feed the hunger
where thoughts without cost,
and deeds without innocence,
are loved, loathed, executed and eradicated.
You want to join the ride?

Monday, September 24, 2012


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In the early morning hours
when tears begin to fall,
reach to me and hold on tight
to the memories you have stored,
where the pictures of sunshine,
smiles and love have made their home,
where the dawn was greeted too
with a smile for each their own,
and the glory of the coming day
you were itching to grab hold,
conquer all you touch, you can,
your strides were long and bold.
Forget the heavy clouds outside,
ignore what you became,
that girl’s still there with you right now,
come back and live again.

Friday, September 21, 2012

I wish...

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I wish I could glide
on the wings of the wind,
let the raindrops in the clouds
cleanse my soul there where I’ve sinned,
swim with dolphins through the waves
with a limitless delight,
come to rest on desert sands,
powd’ry soft and snowy white,
before watching as the sky
turns into the deepest blue,
then I’ll close my eyes and dream,
dream sweet dreams of me and you.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Listen to my story

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Come, come here, come sit here with me
on the cold and moist ev’ning sand,
I need you here just to listen to me,
to that what I have to say…

...and I need to know that I’m not alone,
in the end that it’ll be okay,
so put your arms ‘round me
to show that you care,
that these dragons together we’ll slay.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Weeping Wishes

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In the darkness of the dawn
man-made promises deflate,
into wisps of weeping wishes
that defeat you and negate,
as you hover on the brink
of a helplessness severe,
with the first rays of the sun,
let the truth release your fear.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

The Fate of the Dreamer

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I find my way through moonlight
through the twinkling midnight stars,
to the big-eyed girl that’s listening
in her mind to blues guitars,
while she drifts into a waking
dreamland that is hers alone,
where she dreams past what is real,
that which she has now outgrown.

And this dreamer flits through mazes,
follows instinct, has no doubt,
as she tweaks dirt into beauty
with an ease in time lights-out,
‘till the threat of nearing dawn
lasso’s in this spirit free,
and with misery she descends,
for the dawn weighs heavily.

Friday, September 14, 2012

The Laughing Seagulls

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There’s a place where seagulls laugh,
nestled in the arms of a valley of pine trees
that whisper in the salty breeze, where on cloudy days
the tops of these trees are decked in a fluffy white coat
while a thin veil drapes over the valley.

At the back of this place, pine trees hug a little piece of lawn
that invites you to lie on it on warm summer nights.
And this I do under grinning stars, listening to the waves
tell tall tales of sunken ships, and sometimes I even hear a mermaid sing
of far-off homelands and long lost love.

The inside is warm.  Polished wood and Persian carpets
surround a fireplace. On cold winter nights the fire roars
and the waft of burnt sugar drifts through the air
while Mick Jagger once again assures me
that ‘old habits die hard’.

But the attic is a special place... a wall of glass that
frames the ocean. A comfortable couch, a laptop, books and pictures,
and it’s here that I'm drawn to, where the mind and the words are free,
and thoughts dance like specks of light on the wall,
while all the time, the seagulls laugh at me...

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

There is a time...

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Yeah, so there are things you’re good at
and things you love to do.
Maybe you’re good at it because you love it,
or is it the other way round, I wonder,
but I digress…
Life, however, has this annoying little habit
of interfering with our ability to do them.
Time seems elusive,
disappearing like a leaf in the gusty autumn wind,
gone without a trace in an instant.
Or is it the energy levels that dip
as you get lost wandering through the empty rooms at home,
staring out of windows, all the while waiting,
praying, for that voice in your head to come up with
a million and 1 other things that need doing.
Need? Really?
Do you really need to snip those flowers? Dust those annoying ornaments?
Fill every waking moment with an activity recognized by the world at large
as something considered to be constructive?
Or should you rather just sit down, stretch out your legs
in the warm afternoon sun, in that quiet corner specifically designed
to relax in and read a book, but never have,
or maybe daydream,
daydream until the sun is but a faint memory,
in a time where the owls swoop soundlessly through the air,
where even the wind has blown itself to sleep
and your mind is refreshed and relaxed
enough to see past the obstacles created by the chaos of everyday.
‘Cause when you can reach that place,
everything is possible,
dreams are real,
and choosing to act is the only, possible answer,
even fear doesn’t feel so bad at all,
in fact, it doesn’t scare anymore,
but fills you with courage and excitement instead,
and you stand up from this daydream
to do, to live, to just experience that which you love,
which you’re good at,
and smile…
because time, too, denies every thief its victory,
and under the light of the passing moon
your dreams become real once more.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012


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With a murmuring breath, the edge becomes smooth,
the ledge not as high, much wider than you thought,
your feet become still, your trembling hands rest,
your eyes see new things that have been there before.
Your mind starts to drift on a raft in a sea,
smooth as those edges, a sigh of release…

Friday, September 7, 2012

The place in my mind

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There’s a place in my mind
with silvery skies,
where pine trees whisper
with the breath of the breeze,
that brings ‘bout a stillness
to the infinite noise
that’s ruling, that I can’t control.

And it’s here I retreat,
where I shut out the noise,
ere the darkness too deep,
creeps too far in my soul,
and smothers my breath,
to the poison that swells
to a plane of hopeless despair.