Monday, August 23, 2010

A Wisp at Night

Unstitched doll
Broken feathered bird
Jagged glass
No longer

At the Start of Day

It is in the clarity of the light- of- day
That everything makes sense
It is only at night
During the fog of fear
Of the shrouded mind
That even the most simple beings
Become skewed

Wait for the light.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

On the Last Night

Put yourself to sleep with bad memories
Drug yourself with evil
Into heavy sleep
Stinging dreams

Ease yourself into rest
A quiet place
A tired mind
Where ideas for art
Sweet pictures in your head
Float in bizarre dreams

All beside you.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

A moment

I'll never let another person
Swallow my tears for me
There are too many
That drip from these scarred fingertips
And glisten in the one light
I ever let shine on myself

But another has had to watch them
And is says more about-
My state-
That I would allow this intrusion
And not cave into the hole
Buried inside

I've soared and crashed in moments
Been heavy on the ground then flew
And it's a sorrow and happiness
That constantly-
And makes due

Tell me if there's something I must do
To stop it-
To fight it-
or is it simply about
Being free to live it

Do I just live it?
Can I just live it?