Saturday, January 28, 2017


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I’ve lost my head, indulged my madness, cast aside every preconceived idea I know,
I have questioned, built things new, willfully walked where I knew it would storm,
I harbour secrets in my consciousness, spaces far too dark to enter,
I have conquered fears that slightly shook the ground beneath my feet,
I have led astray and guided, coerced, coaxed and denounced,
I’ve created, enriched, thrown away, destroyed and gathered,
I have seen and felt, I have hidden, ignored and pretended,
I have hurt, abused, manipulated, lied and cheated,
I have loved, trusted, believed, followed, worshiped, protected and sacrificed,
all this is woven into those around me, so I guess, say “Hello” to me.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Rainy day windows

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My image is deflected by the rain running down the window,
tales of adventure and misfortune line my face,
legs tired from dances danced and diversions into dead-end roads,
eyes dull, there’s not much worthwhile left to see,
my step slows with the numbers winding down to zero,
my voice soft, often silent, I have said all I need to say.

Sunday, January 22, 2017


love is the dream you dreamt when small
that smiles and grabs you in its thrall
surprising you with joy these senses new
that rings through nights a magical
impression deep you still recall
alive with love and lust it’s just you two

love is the call in the tears that fall
your heart in shreds that bleeds through all
an arrow pierces every piece of you
grinds through your mind to darkness call
a fire burns and leaves its toll
the pleasure turns to ashes right before you

love is heartless and unkind
rules by the senses and not the mind
but I need it as much as the air
for I seek the deepest burn
from the madness this I learn
there is bad and there’s good still out there.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

it's hard

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“……and am I not destined to ever feel at peace in myself,
to believe in what I say I believe in strongly enough
to be able to disregard all the bullshit fed to me all my life,
will I ever be okay with who I am, what I do, and be at rest?”
It’s hard living the words you’ve chosen as true,
it’s hard to align the world you have created.

Monday, January 16, 2017

The Genie in the Bottle

The genie I battled and caught
made himself felt after many forgotten nights,
his unlit playground, the new moon past
he electrified every nerve, clamoured with alacrity
through my sense now keen,
a tremor strong enough forces me from my feet,
I sit.
And feel the vibrations your presence effects,
gaining ground every second I allow you free reign,
listen to your whispers speeding, speeding, speeding,
the scars you left last time burn in the icy wind blowing,
there's an ache deep within me, you’ve disturbed me,
but this time, this time you didn’t regain your freedom.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

The Calling of the Moon

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The witches were howling with the moon last night,
lamenting their sorrows, accepting their plight,
calling for compassion from the gods who her heart rules,
who lend love as the light in her eyes, where her tears pool.

The truth is all that matters, it’s the clarity of heart,
the intentions of your breath onto others you impart,
in the silence of the night, feel the pain in those around you,
free their power, feel it lift you, that’s the calling of this moon.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

next train

time thus travels along its predetermined path.  i'll be stepping off the work carousel shortly to board the afternoon train to do-a-bit-of-what-you-want, i wish yours to be a smooth ride too. and please be mindful of the suggestion box, it is open to travel to different destinations.