Soccerchic Poetry

Yesterday

2007-12-28T06:34:00.000-08:00

When your eyes filled up with
stars,
and the avenues of
thought grew
crowded,
I was a pedestrian
amongst the cars.

When the lights changed
I walked into your
slums,
into the places you
have come to fear the most,

and I darted across,
through traffic,
past curbs and assorted
concrete.

Yesterday, your eyes
filled up with
stars, and they
fell to earth.
I picked one up,
to keep in
my glove box.

Run

2007-05-10T20:26:00.001-07:00

I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

Light up...

Slower slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess

Snow Patrol

Hold me close...

2007-03-21T10:21:00.000-07:00

Hold me one more time,
as the music fades in the background -
and I face the realization, that soon
I will be alone.

Hold me as I squeeze back the tears
that start to flood my eyes -
for I am broken into a thousand pieces
and only you, knew how to hold them together.

You are leaving, with the wind at your back
and I knew all along, this would happen -
so please, just one last wish -
hold me, while I mourn our loss.

One

2006-12-13T10:40:00.000-08:00

It's been,
one week -
and I've not forgotten -
two words -
one screen.

A whispered breath.
inevitable.
one last message.
two phone calls.

How could I?
it's been one week.

Glimpse

2006-12-13T10:38:00.000-08:00

I still see her -
grin breaking skin
once so taunt.

I cannot help -
smile.
For what you have
and I could of.

This is for you.

2006-12-07T08:37:00.000-08:00

Hate Me

I have to block out thoughts of you so I don't lose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone
Playing movies in my head that make [me] feel like home
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you. Will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?
And will you never try to reach me? It is I that wanted space

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you

I'm sober now for 3 whole months it's one accomplishment that you helped me with
The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won't touch again
In a sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night
While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight
You never doubted my warped opinions on things like hate
You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take
So I'll drive so far away that I never cross your mind
And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you

And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave
Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made
And like a baby boy I never was a man
Until I saw your blue eyes crying and I held your face in my hand
And then I fell down yelling "make it go away!"
Just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be
And then she whispered "How can you do this to me?"

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you

Blue October - Hate Me

Don't Forgot

2006-12-07T04:08:00.000-08:00

Please,
when the dew gathers
in the corner of your eyes
and the world turns
from red to grey -
don't forget.

When clouds form
on each distant hemisphere,
and your vision becomes
dark and misty -
don't forget.

For I loved you,
in almost moments -
when the frost
first touched the skylines,
and the world became
new again.

When the air was still fresh,
and morning had rolled
across your face
into daybreak.

Please

2006-12-07T04:05:00.000-08:00

This is my dream,
born on broken wings:
that you would smile again
in almost moments -
even when the world
rests on your shoulders.

That you'd remember
how to laugh,
when the lady with the nest
in her hair walks by.

For today's clouds,
are tomorrow's rainbows.

These Tears

2006-12-06T15:26:00.000-08:00

These thousand tears
I cry for you.
For what we were
and should of been.

For all the times
you held my hand,
just because you could.

No

2006-11-24T09:14:00.000-08:00

Don't tell me
what you can show me.
For the world is full of
many silver tongue men
wrapping phrases in bows and ribbons.
I have felt their grand paragraphs
fall and crumble before.

Words are just the tissue paper
sometimes a bow or box.

So, don't tell me
who you are, or how you love me.
Show me.

Butcher

2006-11-24T09:03:00.000-08:00

You have become a butcher
carving flesh to bone,
only to repeat the
movement; knife in hand.

How did this happen -
I am the lamb,
helplessly watching
you raise the knife
above your head -
gleam in eye -
destruction in hand.

Tell me

2006-11-24T07:41:00.000-08:00

Please, just tell me we're happy
even though the tones of the sky
have been painted grey
and your face is stuck in a frown.

Just tell me we're happy,
here.
Building castles in the sky.

Passing

2006-09-08T16:10:00.000-07:00

You have passed
as if through my very bones.
Like water through sand -
sinking in slow drying gasps.
And my knees still hurt
at the joints when I bend them -
as if your very blood
has settled in my tissue.

Prayers from the Broken

2006-06-01T16:59:00.000-07:00

Dear Lord,

When you sent the rain,
that flooded the crops;
I had faith in you.

When the skies opened up
and we wallowed in hail;
I trusted your plan.

When fires raged across dry land
and golden wheat turned black;
I bowed my head and prayed.

You gave me love -
and my heart sang with each beat.
I rejoiced that day.

You took that love away,
and I tore these weary eyes from the sky,
in search of peace.

Unravelling Threads

2006-05-22T15:13:00.000-07:00

They are fraying -
knots once tied firmly;
and I am led to believe
that they will split
slowly and painfully
each thread reaching it's
breaking point.

A cord once bound
is not easily broken.

Storm Clouds

2006-03-06T20:34:00.000-08:00

The storm is coming they say,
pointing towards
a darkening horizon -
as if we were blind all along
not to notice how the clouds
have billowed into black pillars.

Perspective is a funny thing -
they smile and nod,
as if to laugh lightly at the joke.
The one you played on me.

Unknown

2006-02-04T19:52:00.000-08:00

I am waiting,
with the wind at my back
pushing me onward.

Waiting for the day
when you finally gain enough courage
to tell me;
what’s been on your mind
and in your eyes.

Memories

2006-01-02T22:06:00.000-08:00

I remember summer days,
stretched out as
wires between telephone poles - long.
With heat creating pools of smog
just above the horizon.

And I remember you,
against a distant sky,
your skin damp with sweat
as we talked on the back porch,
words buzzing through wires.

Passing

2005-11-09T20:40:00.000-08:00

My resolve is weakening
as thin coins passed from hand
to hand, a few too many times.
Slipping away beneath the grate –
pennies no longer bright.

Draft 1

2005-11-07T17:25:00.000-08:00

These words are burnished coins,
planted with laughter
lilting through my voice.
Pushed through the drain grate
in your backyard.

Coins dancing against slate stones
creating a tune all their own.

Seven words donated
like fresh blood from my veins.
With a hope of their return – seven-fold.

Almost Yet Nothing

2005-11-07T17:23:00.000-08:00

Inspiration lies on a page,
just beneath this grasp.
In the stars, and almost moments.
But most of all in your eyes,
star-filled in almost moments
not quite on this page.

Always There

2005-11-07T17:19:00.000-08:00

Nuances whisper your name,
in moments when I am too weak
to fight their reckoning –
as if to remind me that some things
never die, and others are better left buried.

Sometimes

2005-11-01T16:05:00.000-08:00

We have grown cold.
Withered hands raised
as skinny antennas
towards an even colder sky.

And it is at times like this,
that I bow my head
and pray for the sun –
to warm this broken back,
to breathe life
into these cracked hands.

For life lies beneath
transparent skin.

I am Dying

2005-10-13T12:21:00.000-07:00

I am dying
because you have not
died for me
and the world
still loves you.

I write this because I know
that your kisses
are born blind
on the songs that touch you.

I don't want a purpose
in your life
I want to be lost among
your thoughts
the way you listen to New York City
when you fall asleep

Leonard Cohen

"St. Helen"

2005-09-25T20:39:00.000-07:00

You were cast,
before the molten lava
ever cooled against
an evening sky,
and sparks ceased
to burn in instant brilliance.

First steps made into ashes
before you knew of the pain
buried beneath warm earth
stretching across an expanse
so wide, even you failed
to see the end.

For morning hovers,
over the face of this place –
creating life in each
swift shaft.
But you, you only see
the steps behind you,
shadows on your face,
and your hands – burnt.

Fluid

2005-09-25T20:15:00.000-07:00

Fluid moments,
bubble at your lips.
rising red to this surface
in mock remembrance
of a day, not so long ago,
when fluid moments
ebbed and fell –
skin to broken skin.

Memories

2005-06-30T19:28:00.000-07:00

Rain gathers during dawn-moments.
Suspending dew drops
against webs of time;
only to dissipate
into a thirsty ground –
bubbling to the surface,
requesting
just one last drink;
one more thread
in which parched skin
is drowned by rain.

Rubber to Metal

2005-06-27T15:52:00.000-07:00

This forsaken road
spins it’s own tunes;
in familiar notes formed by
tires touching frame.

It’s been traveled before -
ruts gently formed to tell
of a yesteryear coloured
in hues somewhat unlike
the dull grays and blacks
divided by yellow lines.

For I passed a memorial;
amidst my travels -
marking a decline
in the path somewhere.

It was blurred, in passing,
the way it should be, really.
Shaded by gently moving
evergreens who spread their
leafy branches as a canopy.

It has passed, the tires hum,
autumn-like,
another road - to another
tourist.

Recount

2005-06-24T20:51:00.000-07:00

It was a quick decent,
in retrospect -
a brilliant flash
that lit the sky
in all it’s beauty –
and then the fall;
like a cruel close
ending in our
crash and burn.

the unspoken

2005-06-19T18:40:00.000-07:00

Words rise as steam,
cold condensation really;
If only to form
against the roof of my mouth,
though wanting to press
themselves into existence.

But, some words
are better left unsaid –
you know that -
fading into those black holes
that never see the light.

My tongue has turned
to water – and
I am a weak master
that keeps it there.

Depressingness

2005-06-19T18:26:00.000-07:00

Once clear waters
swirl angrily
in protest against change –
as if their choppy waves
can prevent the passing
of past moments
that are fading now
into nothing more
than distant memories.

Knots

2005-06-19T18:01:00.001-07:00

Knots have formed
at half angles
where none existed
in previous visits.
In all the awkward
places, really.
Joining thread to
broken thread, and
becoming dishelved
pieces fused together -
so impossible to break.

For they are words,
exhaled at chest level –
and sentences so desperate
to be spoken.
But they remain bound,
after all, that is what knots
do best.

Possession

2005-06-17T20:57:00.000-07:00

Never seek to possess
what most you love'
for in possession
the object of desire grows stale,
which, unattainable,
grew sweet day by day -
untouched, unsoiled, unworn'
a scented bloom upon an ageless tree.
Daily reborn'
daily reclad in infinate delight'
food for your dreams;
urge for your toil;
what man can wholly take
his eager hands will spoil.

Yet, should he force the treasure,
brief ecstasy
more worth than daily measure
to him may be,
tastes differ, I have set
bright in my room,
poppies adn mignonette,
wild apple-bloom,
blue phlox and columbine,
fair violet;
pleasant their company,
short-lived their memory.

My heart's white rose,
lifting her virgin face
still in my garden grows.

Remembering

2005-06-12T19:08:00.000-07:00

It’s on nights like these,
when the lights flicker
and fade – creating
pools of haze against
a midnight sky,
that I remember.
For dew once
rose here,
beneath this
now still form.
It was when your eyes
became dark orbs
pooling beneath
starlit spaces, only to
rise and fall again.
Just like your breath
when you laughed.

Disintegrate

2005-06-12T18:38:00.000-07:00

When distance strikes,
at it’s most opportune
moments,
I scrabble to regain
lost footing –
and recover the space
that fast disappears
in your wake.

After all,
new life emerges
from ground
once conquered –
and separate paths
are formed
by the cutting
of entangled
strings.

Thoughts

2005-06-12T18:16:00.000-07:00

We exist, almost.
as if afraid
to truly fill our lungs
with the sweet air
that filters through
these moments –
when we meet
bone to raw metal.
Only to retreat quickly
when fragile skin
brushes against
slivers of
old glass –
For some wounds
never heal.
We've learned that
crystal shards
cut deep
when one
least expects
their existence.

"Photograph'

2005-06-10T21:04:00.000-07:00

It’s become old photographs
and sand between my toes.
For that’s all left
in existence now –
a tribute to past,
Memories entangled
in all the smooth places;
where life meets breath
for brief moments
if only to separate
and return to stone
as if their origin
doesn’t remain.
It’s fragile now,
for your photograph has
cracked and fades
and the sand becomes
a blister against your heel.

Warped Reality

2005-06-10T20:43:00.000-07:00

You have become the dreamer
and I your dream.
For you have brought
me to life
in almost moments
where the sun ceases to exist.
As if half-thoughts and
not quite existent states
can create a real world
untouched by reality.

I know this, for I’ve created
the same dream in almost moments.

Requested

2005-06-10T20:29:00.000-07:00

You asked for this,
not in words so much
but in silent requests –
as sharp demands unannounced.

I can see the questions
fooding your mind, for
they appear in your eyes,
when you think I don’t notice
you watching me.

For It’s been 14 weeks since I left,
and everything has changed,
yet nothing has, really.
It’s become all about circles
we’ve redefined them at the oddest moments.

After all so much rides
just beneath the surface –
hidden to common eyes;
yet pulsating with life nonetheless.

And what can I say,
there are promises that can’t be made
or kept really.
for fate has it’s own definition
and I am not it’s creator.

Brievity

2005-06-05T10:39:00.000-07:00

It is admidst thorns
that the rose
blooms most brilliant -
and in chidlbirth
that new life is given.

"Remembrance"

2005-06-05T10:36:00.000-07:00

It was in the
Gulf's aftermath
that we counted
our losses -
carefully calculating
the height and breath
of it all.

For long nights
seldom fade without
reaping a harvest -
and well fought battles
cannot pass empty handed.

There is a cost
for such moments -
a memory, forever ingrained.

"Finality"

2005-06-01T16:28:00.000-07:00

Nothing is ever final -
though we try to bury
the past in all it's brillance.
It will come to haunt us,
at all the awkard moments
where ingrained patterns
rise to this surface
of present time.

It arrives, unexpected now
for it creates rough surfaces
and alters once smooth paths.

Life

2005-06-01T16:26:00.000-07:00

It will pass,
like the dew beneath
this bright sun.
Moments once the
core of our very being
will fade;
Only to become
distant memories now.

"Passing"

2005-05-26T18:21:00.000-07:00

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.

Exhaustion

2005-05-15T19:18:00.000-07:00

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.

Anniversary

2005-05-08T16:56:00.000-07:00

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.

- 911 -

2005-05-05T23:24:00.000-07:00

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.

Invasion

2005-05-03T20:36:00.000-07:00

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.

Healing

2005-05-03T03:59:00.000-07:00

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.

Happy Poem - Attempt #2

2005-05-03T03:57:00.000-07:00

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.

Happy Poem - attempt #1

2005-05-03T03:56:00.000-07:00

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.

Fly

2005-04-30T20:02:00.000-07:00

I have kept you to long
in this prison made of words
and hidden requests.

You were meant to be free,
not bound by empty promises
and broken conditions.

Take your freedom and fly,
don’t turn back.
Let this all fade into
a black pit, never to see light again.

It is better this way,
you will see, in a day or a week.
This is the way the sticks were meant to fall.

So use your new found wings,
and fly.

Aftermath

2005-04-29T16:43:00.000-07:00

It's with the aftermath
that we are clothed.
Burnt flesh and chared hands
raised as skinny antennas
to the sky.
An earthly protest against
a heavenly curse.

For they crumble,
these ancient walls.
Created by bloody hands,
only to drowned in their
own creation.

Winter

2005-04-29T16:14:00.000-07:00

Familiarity is passing
with each morning's breath.

Winter presperation settles
against this forsaken landscape,
deep within earth's pores.
Soil once rich with life,
as frozen within it's own bowels.

Untitled

2005-04-27T20:29:00.000-07:00

Unspoken words
cling to the roof
of their mouths.

Ashes clenched between
each tooth.

For the red embers
still burn.
Smoldering in their
slow death.

All has changed now.
Nothing has changed yet.

Me

2005-04-27T20:28:00.000-07:00

It is all raw now.
Torn skin exposed
to a midnight's breath.
Fresh wounds to bare metal.

Winter has striped
the life from these muscles,
saping the warmth
in it's icy hands.

Only the bones remain now;
brittle, empty.

Two and Thirty

2005-04-27T20:27:00.000-07:00

Nine brave soldiers
died here tonight,
at ten and twenty hours,
Against freshly melting snow.

Gravel to mouth
and raw flesh
to blistered bone.

Notes

2005-04-18T20:14:00.000-07:00

She died this morning,
breath dissipating
in the wind of your wake.
Her face ashen
against this morning’s blanket.

She passed
with only one wish;
a glass of champagne
toasted to a sky
filled with light.
That was all.

And even in her death
you spite her.
No tears fall;
no mourning of her passing.

I Keep Expecting You To

2005-03-31T18:12:00.000-08:00

I keep expecting you
to fade
to wake up one morning
and not care
so I
keep myself
one carefully measured step away
in anticipation
of your love's decline

so when your check turns
and you attention
wanders
elsewhere
my heart will not be left
all awkard
hanging
from an elastic thread
you forgot to pull off
your old pair of socks

for it's in your nature to
lose interest suddenly
we are both artists
who suck the marrow out
of each lovely bone

It just happens to be
my lovely bones
this time

How Bare

Jewel Kilcher

Insecurity

2005-03-31T18:10:00.000-08:00

You don't call
I check again
I become uneasy -
is this a frame?
Suddenly I'm not so sure
I check my sources
each conversation becomes a crumb
how easily I'm led
how stupid I've been
to believe
you could be
loving me
you who can not be seduced
by anything other than
the temperance
of need
each one facilitating the next
and suddenly I see my place
the phone rings
you say hello
but I don't believe you

Jewel Kilcher

A Dream

2005-03-28T04:56:00.000-08:00

For five seconds,
it all vanished.
Faded into the wind
like some horrible nightmare.
Gone.

It was then,
in a brief moment,
I could imagine
that everything
was the way it should be.
Night had not
stripped me of my desires.

There was hope
in that morning.
Born, on broken wings.

Familiarity in five, short seconds.

"The Trees"

2005-03-27T19:11:00.000-08:00

My dad just wrote a poem for me and sent it to me. So, I thought I would post it here, cause that's what I do.

She held up the picture and told me to squint to see
A picture within a pictures but it was all swirls to me
Oh but can't you see the image of the landscape, soft, serene?
No, I can only see the swirls came my frustrated scream.

She told me to relax and rest and slowly open one eye
And hold the picture far away and give it one more try.
I thought what's the use but yet I did exactly what she said
With one eye and then with two I slightly tilted my head

The blurring started to make the swirl take on new transformation
I started to see what couldn't be seen, beyond my concentration
The picture was one of solemn peace and full of detail fine
I revelled that I finally found it and made the picture mine.

Hero

2005-03-27T11:08:00.000-08:00

Show me why
you were my hero.
Why with child-like trust
I knighted you into existence -
and whispered through
a midnight’s path
those words -
“you are my hero”.

Why I fastened
the armour
around your waist –
attaching each piece
with prayer and a smile.
Never doubting
the why of it all.

Please, this is
my dying wish –
repeating with bated breath;
tell me – why were you my hero.

Not Knowing Anymore

2005-03-26T18:38:00.000-08:00

Confusion reigns these skies,
creating pockets of fog
upon once clear planes.
Amidst gathering clouds
raindrops fall - questions.

Why does 2+2 no longer equal four?

untittled

2005-03-25T19:00:00.000-08:00

Sea weed floats
against this surface.
Swirling between
alge covered rocks
and moss invested banks.

Only to finally come
and rest against
this distant shore.
Tierd and alone.

Solidarity

2005-03-25T18:58:00.000-08:00

I was alone
last night.
Wandering through
sand dunes.
A cold chill
invading my bones.
Wolves howled
around me.

I was scared,
scared that I
might die here.
Isolated and cold.
Devoid of all feeling.

Rape

2005-03-23T09:34:00.000-08:00

Something that really bothers me, the cruelty and insensitivity of people at times. Rape is one of those things that I just don't understand - what would drive someone to hurt another person in such a way is horrifying - hence the poem.

Innocence has died
by the power
of your hands.

Bloody hands.
Butcher's hands.

Covered in a
midnights hunt.
Discovery staining
your teeth.

Remorse unknown.

Something I came across in my travels.

2005-03-23T09:21:00.000-08:00

Letting Go
[verse type things]
Letting go of what I’ve come to love
Was never something I planned to do
But it’s clear I can’t go on
Holding to these dreams of me and you

Every morning there’s an ache
A necessary emptiness inside
I guess I’m just waiting till that day
When you won’t be the first thing on my mind

[chorus type things]
I'm remembering how to breathe
Learning how to leave
--Your memory behind me
--Somewhere that it cannot find me
So I can freely love again

I'm learning to let you go
Believing that I'll grow
--Through all my doubts and questions
--Trusting in this new direction
Knowing that you’re nowhere
----to be found

[third verse/bridge-esque things to come…I hope]

Unfortunately not written by me.

Joy Will Come in Mourning

2005-03-22T10:50:00.000-08:00

Life has been birthed
from this womb;
in all it's brilliant form.

Clothed beneath
bloody dress -
writhing in it's own afterbirth.

Through pain, life has come.

Earth clutches her child
to her breast.

The Mighty Have Fallen

2005-03-15T17:13:00.000-08:00

Rome has fallen
in a single night.
A wooden horse
its conquerer.

The invincible
is no longer.
Buried beneath
warm ashes and tears.

Only a memory remains,
amidst smoke and rubble.

History, created
between old parchment papers.

Nothingness

2005-03-15T17:12:00.000-08:00

You exist
in half dimensions
not quite seen.

Behind stone words
that never rise.

In almost moments
where I am not.

Your Addiction

2005-03-15T17:07:00.000-08:00

There's only
a skeleton's remains.
The brittle shell,
shriveled - cold.

Though you swear
against it's existance.
Covering her with
flowers and wine.

You've praded
the bones
through ancient streets -
your Mona Lisa.

When she sobbed
for release;
you chained her
to your door -
and turned on
the radio.

You've become
a tyrant -
robbing peace
from a distant shore.

Strangling her life -
creating a slow death.

Existance

2005-03-15T17:04:00.000-08:00

You exist
in a tear drop.
Wet from
recent
birth.

Travelling
across this
tender
flesh.

Evaporating
faster
then
can be
followed.

Variation

2005-03-10T05:41:00.000-08:00

The marrow
has been sucked
out of these bones.
Those lovely bones,
one so full of life
and able to withstand
the diseases of winter.

Now they are empty
and lifeless - just as
your eyes.

Not Quite Gone

2005-03-10T05:39:00.000-08:00

You exist
in the almost thoughts,
the ones kept
in boxes
under the bed.

Boxes that never
settle quite enough
to collect dust.

More holding places
right now,
then storage bins.

Migration of Memories

2005-03-10T05:36:00.000-08:00

Your memory fades
on a winter day,
all taciturn -
like the slow
migration of geese.
Nesting only momentarily,
then lifting quickly
in a flash of wings -
sabotaging this landscape.

In their absense
my mind is silent -
without the whirl
of their wings
against the snow.

A thirsty mind,
grasping each
fading memory
and running my
fingers through
the feathers -
each one is a treasure
for it might be
the last.

Untitled

2005-03-09T09:33:00.000-08:00

It has been buried,
Beneath the rubble
Of a million
Distant cities.
Lost, somewhere, between
Ancient ruins
And modern complexes.

Ancient tribes raise requests
To the sky, each night.
Will it return?
Will the gods
Find pleasure
In our sacrifices?

A million nights
Have answered.
A silent sky
Is the response.

A past post made in August

2005-03-09T09:03:00.000-08:00

Please

Please love,
when this
becomes a
memory.
And daylight
seems to
fade -
remember
how it
used to be.

When I
was beautiful
and you
were free.

Remember
liquid skies;
freshly
trampled grass.

And when
your hope
disapears -
embrace life
for this
will pass.

Memories

2005-03-09T08:52:00.000-08:00

I swear,
by the moon
and the stars
in the sky,
that despite
what comes.
Be it winter rains,
or summer’s heat.
I will not forget.

Those moments
spent –
the days
that ended
all too soon.

Leaves, orion's belt,
dew ladden grass,
stoplights.

All has been
burned against
my skin -
never to leave.

Commemoration

2005-03-07T18:18:00.000-08:00

This pale moon
stands as
a reminder.
A sum of days
now past.

The axis,
on which
the world
once turned.

A world
that disapeared
last night,
amidst
cold hands
and frozen
breath.

Silent Screams

2005-03-07T18:16:00.000-08:00

It happens,
at night,
when all
has fallen
asleep -
and no one
exists.

It's then
that I
see you,
and hear
your silent
screams.

Beckoning me
to a place
I can no
longer go.

Seven and One

2005-03-06T17:57:00.000-08:00

These bones
have been
sucked dry.
Absorbed and
spit out.

Their juices
still line
your mouth -
in all it's
grayish form.

Your teeth
are stained -
moist with
the life
of those bones.

Full of their
lfie - completing
their death.

One Week

2005-03-05T19:41:00.000-08:00

There are tears
here tonight,
creating rivets
against my
cold skin.

Winding tracks
across once
soft land.
Gathering
in crevices
and corners.

As if to say,
you have failed -
once again.
Tomorrow
will never
come.

Tears have
become my
witness.

Each morning
and tonight.

Surgeons

2005-03-04T10:22:00.000-08:00

They've all turned in
their badges to
become surgeons.
Self-appointed doctors.

A million eyes all
trained on one corpse.
Searching for a reason
between fresh flesh,
and a once beating heart.

Probing without sympathy.
Determined to find
the answers -
each asking why.

Each digging their hands
deeper into the
death causing wounds.

"Rain"

2005-03-04T10:20:00.000-08:00

A million tears
have fallen.
Yet still, this
parched ground
calls out.

Thirsty for
relief, from
the drought.

We've watied
a hundred years -
still no rain -
it cries.

Seeing only
mirages, tainted
by desires -
ever fading.

"Asprin"

2005-03-02T14:10:00.000-08:00

The asprin
has run out.
Finished its
four hour course
and died.

There is no
saviour to numb
the pain.
Just the full
reality in
my head.

This cursed head.
Pounding with
each thought,
desperate
for release -
unable to
drown the pain.

Brief Glimmers

2005-03-02T14:07:00.000-08:00

There are
brief moments -
when the fog clears
and sunbeams
break through.

Those are the
moments before
I awake.
When I am
still dreaming -
of you -
and it's real.

The split seconds
before I
surface -
only to be
crushed by
what is now
just a memory.

"Jerusalem"

2005-03-01T10:01:00.000-08:00

Jerusalem's walls
have fallen.
Crumbled stones
creating rubble heaps,
that stand along
this deserted path.

Her greatness
has been destroyed.
In a moment.

A million tears
will not restore her.

Wail with your
voices oh children -
with timbrel and song.

For she won't return.
She only exists
in your dreams.

Fear

2005-03-01T09:59:00.000-08:00

Despite many
lonely nights,
spent alone
on this couch.

I am still scared
of the dark,
and the monsters
under the stairs.

Of noises
in the night.
And unknown
places - they
haunt me.

Most of all,
I am scared
that I will forget
all this.
Ths monsters
under the stairs.

"Letting Go"

2005-02-28T17:40:00.000-08:00

Damn these waves
that beckon this shore.
Promising so much,
asking so little
in return.

Crystal waves,
full of life -
so close,
yet a million
miles away.

Salt is in the air,
refreshing - near.
Foam floats
in speckled form
around my ankles.

Present, yet
forbidden.

You Won't Die

2005-02-22T20:18:00.000-08:00

I am all
wrapped up
in phrases and song.
Woven by memories
never quite forgotten.

Pieces of you
still linger.
Caught between
my fingers.

Never to leave.

"Green Water"

2005-02-22T19:49:00.000-08:00

Green waters
swirl beneath me,
all foggy and warm.
Beckoning this
long lost friend.

Oh to be lost
in their tempast.
To succum to
the frothy warmness.

I am disjointed.
Wanting to jump -
unable to fall.

I haven't left -
yet.

I can't.

"Spheres"

2005-02-17T19:07:00.000-08:00

I see your faces
through the rain,
dimensions yet unformed.
A tear blurred mist
among the grass
where toilers often mourned.

Through distant paths
mixed with the mud,
ancient yet never crossed.
Your form it flutters
in the breeze.
Your name is all but lost.

Lead in My Veins

2005-02-15T17:01:00.000-08:00

With one swift
movement against
your car.

Cold metal breathing
down my back.

You filled
my veins
with concrete -
using only
a whisper.

I can’t move,
for mud has
filled my shoes.

Your face
hovers above me.
Disjointed.
And I can’t,
breathe.

"Old Boyfriends"

2005-02-09T08:36:00.000-08:00

Old Boyfriends,
Lost in the pocket of your overcoat,
Like burned out lite bulbs on a Ferris Wheel.

Old Boy friends,
You remember the kinds of cars they drove,
Parking in an orange grove.
He fell in love you see,
With someone that I used to be.

Tho I very seldom think of him,
Nevertheless sometimes a mannequin's
Blue satin dress can make the window
Like a dream
Ah but now those dreams belong to someone else,
Now they talk endlessly
In a drawer where I keep
All my

Old Boyfriends
Remember when you were burning for them?
Why do you keep turning them into
Old Boyfriends?
They look you up when they're in town
To see if they can still burn you down
You fell in love you see
With someone that I used to be

Old Boyfriends
Turn up every time it rains,
Fall out of the pages in a magazine
Old Boyfriends.
Girls fill up the bars every spring,
Not places for remembering.
Old boyfriends
All my old boyfriends
Old boyfriends

Tom Waits

Unsure

2005-01-28T20:38:00.000-08:00

You never quite tell me,
and I am left unsure.
Hidden in the shadows,
lost in the dark.

You filter through
distant meanings,
never quite forming
a right angle.

And I float,
among unformed words,
wondering
yet not quite sure.

"Life"

2005-01-27T17:11:00.000-08:00

Four bare walls
and a ceiling,
that's all it's become.

Chilled by the
passing rain.
A bucket,
that's all it's become.

Midnight stars
peer through the cracks.
Only to hide
in shame.

Barren and cold,
wintered and wet.

Four bare walls
and a ceiling.
That's all it's become.

No Comfort Here

2005-01-18T06:05:00.000-08:00

Your face has been
Obliterated, by
This midnight rain.

A small smear
Against cold pavement.

Merely an afterthought –
Forgotten as it dries.

The Man in the Coffee Shop

2004-12-09T20:17:00.000-08:00

I watch him -
he is ancient.
Face as
the Sahara.
Cracked and worn.

He is alone
in a corner -
vacant eyes
without hope.

And I wonder.

Jasper Ave.

2004-12-09T20:12:00.000-08:00

A streetlight glows
against a
fog stuck sky.
Creating a single halo
of misty orange.

A dog barks
in the distance.
Shattering the
deathly silence.

This street
is empty,
hollow and alone.

Wet rain gathers,
conjuring a
glistening black sheet.
Reflecting your face.
White and cold.
Hollow and alone.