love
as a word, as a metaphor
repainted, renovated, improved
mutated
into orchids, tears or air
love
unspoiled by illusion, unscarred by deception
with all the power conceded
and all the tags that dangle
on all the shapes it borrows
love
in its cradle
raw, naked, immaculate
unconceivable in its very core
and soaked in its very truth
still won't say
audio version
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
poll results
why
when
what
how
please
forgive me
it frightens
turns off the lights
exposing my darkness
and its unbreathable smell
turns off the lights
exposing my darkness
and its unbreathable smell
when
back then
in a decade
as we speak
5 minutes ago
in a decade
as we speak
5 minutes ago
what
this feeling of insufficiency
my bleeding out insecurity
and that fervor to get it right
at no time believing i might
my bleeding out insecurity
and that fervor to get it right
at no time believing i might
how
head held underwater
after the happy dive
i can't come out for air
i can't come out alive
after the happy dive
i can't come out for air
i can't come out alive
if i reach for your hands
we will both drown
please
forgive me
Friday, September 12, 2008
the good kind
just a little girl
whining for little
carrying that giggle
you've known for a while
still that little girl
with her big eyes
and one deep sigh
that lasts for miles
big little girl
saw more than signed up for
knows now how to grow and shut the door
and become the woman prescribed by law
ever pony-tailed
trying not to scare
willing to be fair
in order to keep you there
partially matured
dragging teddy bears and huge decisions
electricity bills and tears born unreasoned
in her imperishable attempt to keep it pretty
and childish
but the good kind
whining for little
carrying that giggle
you've known for a while
still that little girl
with her big eyes
and one deep sigh
that lasts for miles
big little girl
saw more than signed up for
knows now how to grow and shut the door
and become the woman prescribed by law
ever pony-tailed
trying not to scare
willing to be fair
in order to keep you there
partially matured
dragging teddy bears and huge decisions
electricity bills and tears born unreasoned
in her imperishable attempt to keep it pretty
and childish
but the good kind
Monday, September 8, 2008
night watch
your gliding
amongst my mist, clearing the path
and my sight
my standing
in a field of daisies, under heavy rain
and dusk
a glimpse
of fine hair half-hiding the eyes
i want on me
the grip
of my hands on your fate
and your life on my whole
a plea
let it be dark
let it be dark
eternally
audio version
amongst my mist, clearing the path
and my sight
my standing
in a field of daisies, under heavy rain
and dusk
a glimpse
of fine hair half-hiding the eyes
i want on me
the grip
of my hands on your fate
and your life on my whole
a plea
let it be dark
let it be dark
eternally
audio version
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
new knot old tie
how dare you play her so easily
like you composed her
have you no respect for the depth of the abyss
are you that naive to think it won't matter
it won't reach her
won't tear her up
did she wear her mask that well
not even you could tell
what were you both thinking
awakening such a toughly achieved hibernation
have you learned nothing in all these years
still not aware of what will be triggered
by just a sentence
by one dare
one tiny, nearly invisible signal
i swear by me one would vow
you'd have grasped the danger by now
what is the matter with her
to allow her doors to fling open like that
when did she give up on the unspoken
at what point precisely did she forget the hurt
she caused
and felt
immeasurably
hadn't she promised to let you escape
wasn't she truly glad you got over the ache
unbelievable
like nothing ever happened
you hopeless bunch have refallen in it
it'll happen over and over again
won't it?
like you composed her
have you no respect for the depth of the abyss
are you that naive to think it won't matter
it won't reach her
won't tear her up
did she wear her mask that well
not even you could tell
what were you both thinking
awakening such a toughly achieved hibernation
have you learned nothing in all these years
still not aware of what will be triggered
by just a sentence
by one dare
one tiny, nearly invisible signal
i swear by me one would vow
you'd have grasped the danger by now
what is the matter with her
to allow her doors to fling open like that
when did she give up on the unspoken
at what point precisely did she forget the hurt
she caused
and felt
immeasurably
hadn't she promised to let you escape
wasn't she truly glad you got over the ache
unbelievable
like nothing ever happened
you hopeless bunch have refallen in it
it'll happen over and over again
won't it?
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
clock-wise
tic put an end to womb and cord
tac brought a name
light and air
lullabies with maternal pitch
and smells
light and air
lullabies with maternal pitch
and smells
tic took away my crib and favourite breast
tac provided walking feet
80's music
sugar-coated waffles
and Strawberry Shortcake dolls
80's music
sugar-coated waffles
and Strawberry Shortcake dolls
it sure was tic melting down my treasured toys (i saw him)
by my side stood tac
offering cheek-to-cheek dancing
the perpetual tenderness of young love
and the butterflies of a first kiss
offering cheek-to-cheek dancing
the perpetual tenderness of young love
and the butterflies of a first kiss
tic's latest trick includes:
fine wrinkles
a couple of addictions
and a tad of tired sorrow
fine wrinkles
a couple of addictions
and a tad of tired sorrow
tac has been most lovely, teaching me that
regreting is just plain silly
nothing is lost forever
every plan has its season
that no, there shouldn't be such things as time machines
and for the first time i begin to learn
regreting is just plain silly
nothing is lost forever
every plan has its season
that no, there shouldn't be such things as time machines
and for the first time i begin to learn
i'm ok with aging, really
it's fair trading
it's fair trading
Monday, September 1, 2008
the gap
where some ghosts hide
where my knights ride
and Desire rules
there's a bright-hole
and it's shaped like you
here
underneath contentment
past the veils of reason
ignoring time
there remains a cave
and it smells like you
deep down
where the dreams are built
where good deeds get tilted
mixed with blood and breeze
i have found a space
and it shines like you
high above
soaring over my attempts
to replace, remove, refill
playing its mocking tune
there's a gap awaiting
it's unnervingly patient
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