Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Full View

Take a step back...
This gravel road before this evening rise 
I n  F u l l  V i e w 
There is was and there it went to pass
And your still here... 
Kicking one stone to the otherside of this monument 

(A lonely hill.)

Like a landslide... (Where I was never real)
And shadows appeared in late summer rain 
R e d  S k i e s ...
Of a holy desertion or the coming of Christ. 

Lips tasted of sweet whine... 
And ashes 
So torn from the dust... 
Reminiscent of old books. 
And broken out into different pages...
Where words scattered and sheltered themselves

B a c k  I n t o  M y  H e a r t  A g a i n . 

FOREVER APART OF MY OUL. 

Difficult to read...
But the same sorry sadness always finds the ink in the end. 

M e m o r i e s  A r e n 't  D e a d  

And my cat won't stop holding her paw out to me...
Within her eyes I can see that life will always be 

L o v e d  & C o m p l e t e 

Take a step back...

P e a c e  B e  W i t h  Y o u 

I n  F u l l  V i e w 

There is was and there it went to pass
And your still here... 

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

G a t e s

There is no more that can be done... 
To wait at the gates and find yourself pleading again
Hear the others in the rooms before us...
Still echo the cries of life and harmony
Something sinks deep in my soul that
Tries to separate me from this world. 
S e v e r   W h o   I   A m . . . 

There's no turning back now. 

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Dead Branch

I seemed to have lost what little I had 
Whether I had known at the time 
How much and the importance... 
The lightening upon the hill
Ignites the sky 
And quiet rain descends clear droplets 
Yet I have no tears to cry... 
Only heartbeats so hollow

Of another day I fear to live.   

What's left of the trees I see in the forest 
Branches on the near horizon disappearing 
As my eyes fold down to a close... 

The soul inside me flows out. 

Are we predetermined?

O r   W i l l   Y o u r   B r a n c h   B r e a k   M y   F a l l . . ?

Friday, July 26, 2013

Against the Gray

Winter words on an autumn Sun
Summer light of the forests rose 
Something different, so innocent happen here 
After the rain, after the ghost departed from me 
In spring as you follow the kites right through the sky 
Like the nightingale against the gray 
Life stood so passionate in the brink
Of a contrast between 
Life, death and holy matrimony...

The pillars of time ascended
A brick for each profit that never spoke
The sheep in the clover fields missing   
The shepherd without a herd... 

The foreign lines of a romantic love letter..
Folded three times and placed in the envelope 
Burned in the holocaust 
Some nights the unknown stay here...
Others, look beyond the Sun. 

S u m m e r   L i g h t   O f   T h e   F o r e s t s   R o s e 


Something different, so innocent happen here 
After the rain, after the ghost departed from me 
In spring as you follow the kites right through the sky 
Like the nightingale  A g a i n s t  T h e  G r a y

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

S o u l S p o k e n


Come back to me Alec 
Among the sea with unbalanced words floating... 
Pick one and drift until the end... 
My soul visited me again
Come back to me Alec... 
Briefly as I loose the will to live
Come back...

The beauty of it all in my eyes I sleep the world by 
Dreaming of you then...

Not dreaming at all. 

Goodbye. 


Monday, July 22, 2013

M e m o r y

To be alone in a room that is empty. 
To be loved in a home that is full. 

To be alone in a heart that is lonesome 
To live on as a memory of what?

Wind blow through me... 
Just like the everlasting light of two soul mates.
Trapped within the innocence of a book.    
Can't find our way back now.
Can't believe myself 
And the one life I valued most of all...

Gone away... 

In spite of everything
Still the earth above.  

To be alone in a room that is empty. 
To be loved in a home that is full. 

To be alone in a heart that is lonesome 
To live on as a memory of what?

Saturday, July 20, 2013

F l i c k e r

A flicker into the darkness, 
One finger on a thread holding what use to be whole.
She spoke in such deep manor
Smiled into the pond as the lake moved before her eyes 
R e f l e c t i o n
Faith still in question, body mind and soul 
Ashes from the cold lips, burned down horizons tomorrow 
Left reminders on the pages with black prints...
Of what could never be and what may always live a beloved mystery. 

Repeating 

 (O n l y   T o   I m a g i n e  And   Not   Make   Real)  

There must be a shadow over my tree again... 

We are sentimental and compassionate... 

A flicker into the darkness

Don't lose sight when the light disappears. 


Thursday, July 18, 2013

Core Bottom

In a different time the passages spoke,
More clearly now as when the thoughts lead misleading. 
The rain fell with such poetic harmony 
You could barely notice the gray at all...
And the wind without a candle to burn out 
As the room to this day remains empty.

I know I'm not the same person anymore...
It's hard to gather around that...
Hadn't laughed in such a long time.
Since I trusted, I would do as they say.
Keep the peace and smile from showing. 
Cleverly, repress the world
Repress the worst... fear. 

You're not alone. 

It's not meant to be a struggle up here. 
No. 

Undo. 

...

So hard for those that love
But those that love will love on, it's all eternal;
Pain is felt from one branch of the tree 
Down to the core-
Bottom. 
And I know my heart will beat for you 
Just as long as I can fill the air inside me-
So hollow. 

No more fall from grace 
No lost soul to account for 
Benevolent in the wind, triumphant

The rain fell with such poetic harmony

... 

In a different time the passages spoke.  

You're not alone. 

Monday, July 15, 2013

Gently I Spoke


I'm a much more powerful person now
As I watch from the grave
Moonlight all encompassing
With the love of my life still in the past 
F r a g m e n t s 
O f   M i r r o r   I m a g e s . . . 
I can't see, nor hear... nor touch. 

But I sense the hallow garden 
As the light of some poet spills through
Difficult not to notice the virtue inside 
And the grace, that once was strong and all loving...
But when the door closed behind 
And the walls caved in towards me...
Those shaking hands wouldn't let go... 
Wouldn't let go

Wouldn't let go. 

So to me, gently I spoke... 

Trying to tell you or anyone 
That I may not be here much longer... 

But the words... the words 
Didn't come out. 

...

And the significance I thought was always years away...
Maybe in some fragment of my life. 
I've been searching with my camera... within a thought 
Written to myself, listening to music late at night. 
Or in the poring rain as I felt the deep inspiration flow through...
And the pure nature of why I'm here and have I done enough. 

I could die a thousand times over...
But I know I'd still wake up and be left with no answers. 
No strength that's not my own... 
Where can I find it? 
(No more pills... )
What altar is scared... 
Which doctor can I trust? 

If I'm not me. I'm not living...

M a y b e   I n   S o m e  F r a g m e n t   O f   M y   L i f e .

I'm a much more powerful person now
As I watch from the grave

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Lights Of Spring

I worshiped you, the ground you never walked

In lights of spring, in candlelight cathedrals 
Maybe some fear would clear the air, with modest thoughts 
A certain kind of shyness never lost... 

The weight was lite and stress far from every reminder
Now that the tides have swept across 
From sea to sea 
The river of my dream no longer carries water...  

T h e   W r i n k l e   I n   M y   H a n d

Palm lines and scars... 
Just a wilted flower, epitaph in the shadow. 
With the only objective to remain as words 
As some form of grace
That leaves the warmth here but belongs to the life after. 

In lights of spring, in candlelight cathedrals 

I worshiped you, the ground you never walked.

Friday, July 12, 2013

A Certain Sentiment.


Sleep will emerge, my friend. 
With dark brown eyes from beyond inner mercy. 
Don't think about tomorrows.
Live through the dark thoughts 
Waiting for peace... 
(And know that you're not alone. )
Dreaming of the full hearts 
Set in stone... a certain sentiment. 

No harmony bequeath these shallow breathes 
No moonlight beneath the hallow depths. 
As the monument corrodes...
From this quiet Churchyard 
And on my way home... 

For the sense of God. 

I purge your love, and with love and loss
I purge myself as well... 
Sleeping with gray eyes from beyond inner beauty 

Stain glass rearranged my face
To see something holy...
To feel a wind that was never there
Blow through me... 
And make the hair on my arm rise...  

Sleep will emerge, my friend. 
With dark brown eyes from beyond inner mercy. 
Don't think about tomorrow.
Live through the dark thoughts 
Waiting for peace... 
(And know that you're not alone. )
Dreaming of the full hearts 
Set in stone... a certain sentiment. 

Thursday, July 11, 2013

White Window

White Window
L i g h t
Spirit and ghost
A r e 
F o r e v e r   O n e 

(Hands at the table
Sitting by your side, on this side.
With the roses of my past and the golden chain of Mary
Resting near my heart, lie awake... since I lost my faith
Sitting by your side, on this side.
Hands are joined at the table....)

Spirit and ghost
A r e 
F o r e v e r   O n e 

N o w  W e  F e e l   T h e s e  E y e s  S o  S m a l l   B e h i n d   U s 

...

(Acceptance's and forgiveness's 
Are a part of what we want to believe 
W i l l  G r o w 
The doors are open now filling narrow... 
With dust and old pages left with so much to say... 
So little to offer... 
Mark the time, be free from the heartache  
With nowhere to go, no love to suffer over 

One last written breath...)

This isn't the way to leave the world
I n c o m p l e t e . 

T h i s   I s n 't   T h e   W a y   T o   L i v e . 

Spirit and ghost
A r e  
F o r e v e r  O n e 

White Window
L i g h t

Sitting by your side, on this side.
Hands are joined at the table....

...

N o w  T h e s e  E y e s  S o  S m a l l   B e h i n d   U s 



Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Heartfelt Eternal

Wondering eyes see nothing but nightmares...
Pills to fall asleep...
Prevent me from feeling every heartfelt eternal
Every cry out to me, no clarity to speech; 
Emotional songs play, hand written  f r a g m e n t s 
But my blood no longer chorus with the wind
(Paintbrush over the sky two severe horizons) 
Every colour that meant I had been made
Created in this image.... 

Everyday a fight for myself...
No need to be secretive
The rain must have fallen when you had tears in your eyes...
There's more wrong with me than I can repair

There's less faith in me than the memory of me here.   

Wondering eyes see nothing else...


Saturday, July 6, 2013

Given

I want you to have this photograph
(I don't know why)
I want you to have these letters 

For they mean nothing to me now. 

But this life and its already arrived, 
When you have gone...
And I am clothed in ashes...
And you are the sleeping child.

I want you to have my epitaph 
For it was written to you...
Without ever knowing...
And when the purest fruit 
Of the vine 
Has gone sour, 
Frozen hands of the warmest spirits 

Will destroy the fear for good. 

A n d   I   C a n   L o v e   Y o u   C o m p l e t e .

Friday, July 5, 2013

Violet and Blue

I'm here in waves like water rushing 
Gone in a daze like the soul has escaped 

And you and I are not the same
And I and you are not one... 

Yet together, the colour violet and blue
Seem to emphasis the light behind 

T h e   S t a i n   G l a s s  

The river flows, the candle's ghost
Has past gracefully through this mourning... 
In the morning of a patient light 
No longer are we elusive yet here we are 

S t i l l   A   D r e a m   T o   L i f e . 

...

It is obvious when the words starts to define you
And the meaning is only found in, what hurts the most. 

I function and idle repeatedly...

The message may never be heard
But I search with every sense and sacrifice what I have 
As if to bring life back...

H e r e   I n   W a v e s 
G o n e  I n   A   D a z e

Y o u   A n d   I .

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

A f t e r / Suspended in Life to Light


I should have known before 
I should have grown before
And lived unseen before...
The waking up.

The headlights twist 
The heart repeats a single phrase
Unspoken to you,  I   W i l l
N o t   S p e a k 

As light hits the rain... 
I should have known before
I should have grown before
And lived unseen before
The waking up.

... 

S u s p e n d e d  I n  T h e  L i f e  T o  L i g h t  

Capsule in my eyes of smiles from the very few
Whom drink to feel numb and drink to balance the hurt
That always seems to sway in the wrong direction... 
Can't seem to make myself feel good anymore... 
Not without hurting deeper... 
Not by simply living... 

On my own...  

But I don't want to hide under the covers 
The less I do, the more I fear the end will come soon... 

This cloudy hourglass use to be white 
My impressions, fingerprints 
Cold breath on the outer-glass
And the timepiece I found covered in the sand 
Wound up nice and tight
Unaware of the time, of where to be or how to get there
Countless Wanderings ... 
Now my feet shake even while in from the cold

Suspended in the life to light.

...

I should have known before
I should have grown before
And lived unseen before
The waking up.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

The Spirit I Was


I need you to find peace. 

Just in the amount of time 
To breath the thin air...
The village of aimless shadows 
F o o t s t e p s 
Here nor there...

The life sentence 
Arrival to the disillusion... 
Pressure of the mourning haunt
Close to the illusion, close to the despair 

F e a r  W a l k s 

Aware of my addictions  
No cover to hide from
The Arthur's restrictions... 

D o n ' t   L e a v e   M e   I n   T h e   D a r k. 

Every-time I think I'm close to the incense 
Close to the candles, the music, the prayer
Every-time I think I'm getting closer....
Light colour and sound burn out...

A n d   I   A m   H a r d l y   R e a l  

T h e   S p i r i t   I   W a s 

... 

C a n 't  Y o u   F e e l   M y   H e a r t   I s 
D y i n g . . . 

C r y i n g   W i t h o u t   A   T e a r  
J u s t   B r o k e n   U p   B o t t l e s   

O f   P i l l s  

F  r  a  g  m  e  n  t  s 

D i s s o l v e 

M E  F R O M  M E ? 

I D O N 'T  K N O W  W H O  Y O U  A R E  

A N Y M O R E 

...

But you need to find peace.