Thursday, May 26, 2005
I confess
the thought of
what could be,
or might have been,
has crossed my mind
a few times,
in past moments.
That is if almost moments
and half thoughts
can be measured.
the thought of
what could be,
or might have been,
has crossed my mind
a few times,
in past moments.
That is if almost moments
and half thoughts
can be measured.
 
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Depletion has begun
It’s deadly work;
Robbing the life
From these very bones.
I am left exhausted
In it’s wake –
For I no longer
Have the strength
To fight the monsters
That hide under my bed.
It’s deadly work;
Robbing the life
From these very bones.
I am left exhausted
In it’s wake –
For I no longer
Have the strength
To fight the monsters
That hide under my bed.
 
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Raise your glass
in a toast to this sky
my dear –
for it is an anniversary;
of sorts.
Don't forget to
smoke a good cigar
and drink a bottle of that French wine;
to us – what we were
and what we’ve now become.
in a toast to this sky
my dear –
for it is an anniversary;
of sorts.
Don't forget to
smoke a good cigar
and drink a bottle of that French wine;
to us – what we were
and what we’ve now become.
 
Thursday, May 05, 2005
These twin towers,
once stretching towards the heavens,
in all their brilliance,
now lie crumbled beneath your feet.
They have heaved a final breath
in their quick burn and decent.
Warm ashes still filter through the air.
A reminder of what was lost.
Wafts of smoke still create nostalgia
of that dreaded day -
when modern man's creation
became nothing more than burnt cinders.
This horizon is bare now,
longing for your forbidden landscape.
once stretching towards the heavens,
in all their brilliance,
now lie crumbled beneath your feet.
They have heaved a final breath
in their quick burn and decent.
Warm ashes still filter through the air.
A reminder of what was lost.
Wafts of smoke still create nostalgia
of that dreaded day -
when modern man's creation
became nothing more than burnt cinders.
This horizon is bare now,
longing for your forbidden landscape.
 
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
You have invaded
all the places
I have come to fear
the most.
Without warning
you slink between my streets;
documenting each broken
coble stone and
secret alley.
You are present here
in the half moments
not quite birthed.
Your language
a foreign tongue.
incomprehensible.
I have been invaded
in the hidden,
despite all careful calculations.
all the places
I have come to fear
the most.
Without warning
you slink between my streets;
documenting each broken
coble stone and
secret alley.
You are present here
in the half moments
not quite birthed.
Your language
a foreign tongue.
incomprehensible.
I have been invaded
in the hidden,
despite all careful calculations.
 
I am learning to
pronounce your name
without hesitation.
For I stumble less now
over the difficult letters.
As if time is the cure
for my speech impediments.
Perhaps tomorrow they will
slide from my tongue,
with the ease of other words.
Mesmerized. Linoleum.
pronounce your name
without hesitation.
For I stumble less now
over the difficult letters.
As if time is the cure
for my speech impediments.
Perhaps tomorrow they will
slide from my tongue,
with the ease of other words.
Mesmerized. Linoleum.
 
Mist gathers together
along distant paths.
Forming a brides veil
before your face -
wet with recent birth.
She hovers around
your tierd body,
brushing her pale fingers
against your frozen skin.
A mother's joy is in
her face -
hope is her breath.
along distant paths.
Forming a brides veil
before your face -
wet with recent birth.
She hovers around
your tierd body,
brushing her pale fingers
against your frozen skin.
A mother's joy is in
her face -
hope is her breath.
 
You arose on
broken wings this morning,
face bursting forth
in a brilliant array
of pink and purple hues.
Hope was in your eyes;
a new beginning
in your finger tips.
broken wings this morning,
face bursting forth
in a brilliant array
of pink and purple hues.
Hope was in your eyes;
a new beginning
in your finger tips.