Thanks Walter

You are with me and I will be with you always.
As the flood of blood fills my heart
Despite the distance we're apart
The emotions rise right to my eyes
And the streams of feelings run warmly down my cheeks
I think of you and feel you near
Inside my heart and with me here
The love and joy you bring
Through the silence make my ears ring
And I wish I could just hold you close
To my chest
To lay me down to rest
My heart peaks and yearns to burst
For the one my heart holds first

Launch

It's because there's something ahead
The horizon screams in sunset red
Bursting as the day has had its say
And the night promises dreams of good things to come
We all ask for inspiration
For some driver of our action
Like the first clap of a round of applause
That thunders the opening of the music hall
Like that meaningful moment
That lends pause
And we really see that sunset for its entire majestic beauty

That first step
Taken without trepidation
Launches the initial momentum to carry us forward
Into the dreamscape that had been dreamt for us
That we conspire to let take us into the wonder of this life
And beyond

Count them: Inscape

Count them

They are many

Many many many

Blessings

Or have you forgotten?

You could see them so clearly

Gifts of the Father

Love of the Mother

They filled you up

With protection

Surrender to their shelter

Space to maneuver

And wriggle about in the wonders of life and all of its majesty

Those invisible hands are still ever present

Though you count solely on yourself

You miss the love they afford you

You're quiet escape into yourself

Has left you lonely and abandoned by your own hand. 

Protectionism is an island, 

which no man can inhabit

Fear and loathe not

Sip of her warm cup

Let yourself be swallowed up by her Sea

Someone please remind me

To count them

August 2012

Weaker

You claim to have come for the challenge
But you stand there in proverbial hands up in defeat
Can you really say you gave it a go?
Did you fight the complacency,
Your usual routine--
Or were you just pretending to be hard and mean?

You perpetually play the victim
And you go patting yourself on the back when you assert
It doesn't come
Natural to you
To see inadequacy
Your flaws stand before you
(Invisibly, too blind to see)

Wallow you will
Swallow your pill
It's always hit or miss
A slap or a kiss
Play it down
There's no need to bring on the tears of a clown

Get moving

August 2012

Fed up

Full, 
Fed up 
This bloated,
Weighed down
Nasty feeling
Underwhelmed by most everything

Flavorless
Locked to my bed
Saying shit underneath my breath
It's all in my head

Faded colours
Pale face
Break it all
Nothing can replace
My mouth crumbles
Teeth fall
Drunken stumbles
Need a car chase
Need a crashing car chase

(Inspired by Paranoid Android - Radio Head)
August 2012

Morning glow before the rooster's crow

As sunlight sneaks in through the hotel curtain
Another day, a new place means an adventure is certain
A quick rise and refresh
a splash of water and I dress
A quick question of the concierge to ask
And the day's adventure begins with a task
He was leathered and deeply sunned, kind but unsmiling
The sort of man you could trust for more than just styling
As his hands--darting around my face without sparing a
thought--smelled distinctly of the morning's second cigarette
He cut, shaved, trimmed and groomed and even gave me his tea without regret
As the day just outside the open sidewalk barber shop got underway
The shops continued to open, school buses passed and my mind began to stray
To the beauty of informality and the flow of sounds and dust rising as people about their business go
All within the orange hue of the morning still just before the rooster's crow

Where to

Is there a plan?
Have you been watching the news?
They've surrounded the building
and there's no way out
of this murky place

If I look up I can see the clouds breaking
and on the ground the horses gallop in a mad rush
to that place the eye can see no more
well beyond my understanding
and where my controls won't let me go

If I look up I can see the snow falling 

and everyone is watching from the safety lines
where the transgressors are hidden behind the curtain
for our failures are always certain
though I meant you no harm

Is there a plan?
Have you been feeling the blues?
They've left the building
and there's no one left here (but me)

I assume there'll be some sort of rescue, but
Call off the search party
Call on the immaculate and the holy
Looking out for some other way to see (me)

Stage fright

She twists in discomfort
The spotlight falling on her that much more hot
The crowd's eye eager for a performance she cannot render
Blind
And the shock wave of the hurricane butterfly in her belly
Sickens her to the pit
We're waiting, we're watching
Like the perverse who will not let it go
We want what we came for
And we'll even ask for more

Dizziness diffuses
She does discomfort no justice
The light becomes her saviour
Staring
Blind
And the others vanish in the hue
Of white light
Spotlight
I'm alright
Not that you ever cared to know
Dizzy spell winds its way upward
To lightness of head and tremors of little hands
That adjust each quake into well trained gestures
And as she begins she wipes away all their sins
For they are
No more
No less
No longer
A mess to make right
To give sight
It's just her and her music
And the light

It's just what I do

It's just what I do
To watch you smile
In that naked sort of way
In such earnest
To see the steam
Rise in white streams into the cool air
At an outdoor cafe
In Paris

It's just what you do
To playfully don your femininity
In that graceful kind of way
In such modest assuredness
To feel the string between us tug
At our curiosity and simple wonder
In Paris

City creature

The city is a a different creature these days

Having shed her winter coat

She's almost unrecognizable to me

Though she intrigues me still

I woke to the thought of you

Smiled and got on with starting my day

While I know you are deep in slumber

I wonder what you dream about

And how all our dreams play a role in our waking lives

I have been reading a lot this week

Of civilization and the philosophers' ideas 

I hear my own hopes echo in some of their words

I am given into moments of seeing bigger pictures

Of realizing that most of what I know is still conditioned, socialized and not entirely my own pure thought 

But this inspires me to forge my own meaning

I think of you in this context

And smile