Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

- William Ernest Henley

Flying by feeling oh so clever

Then a smell that I’ve never

Oh so sweet with a hint of sass

Standing proud above the grass

Technicolor blossoms call me near

Petal dripping with a dewy tear

Intoxicated by the colours and scent

Drawn by something so elegant

Land in the flower on small hairs tripping

Look up and more dew is dripping

Just before the jaws slam shut.

I so indeed have this urge

to hit something, ever so hard.

I did it once to a face,

ended in a broken hand.

I did it again to a concrete wall,

and it didn’t go much better.

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is true i miss you

but not you, the things you gave

so i miss your heart

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Pick a blossom from the glass bowl
tear off as much as you want to roll

Grind it or crumble it as you see fit
whether it’s sticky or dry as it’ll get

Drop it in the paper spread it out gently
roll it into shape but not too intently

Fill up any end that has lost potential
get ready for the part that is most essential

Spark up the flame and bring it in close
Breath in soft for the tiniest dose

Turn it around as you puff in and out
so no uneven burns decide to sprout

Now inhale it deep till it fills your chest
hold it in peacefully till East turns to West

Let it all out but don’t be in a hurry
for a few seconds things may be blurry

But when it eventually eases back into focus
you’ll feel like one with it all, even the crocus.

Mom (Happy Mother’s Day)

I love you

more than I could ever show.

I trust you

more than you’ll ever know.

I miss you

every time one of us has to go.

I cherish you

for nurturing me to grow.

I salute you

for the heavy loads you’ve had to tow.

I worry about you

whenever you’re feeling low.

I thank you

for listening to me crow.

I owe you

everything, tied up with a pretty bow.

Split

(originally written in May 2007)

Since we last spoke I went on a trip
I walked down a dark alley with not a car in sight
the rain pushed the brim of my hat down
but the lack of light didn’t cause any fright

I walked straight down the road until
it all ended, the road, the buildings, the rain
it was all black - no - it all just wasn’t
I knew I’d fall, but I wasn’t scared of the pain

I stepped into nothing to put my weight on air
and fell with a smile torn across my face
my coat whipped up my hands pointing away
my toes pointed down my knees ready to brace

I touched on the ground light as a feather
all dark but where I looked it was lit by some moonlight
no fires, no souls, no remnants of culture
nothing to hate, to love, to fear, or to fight

I didn’t notice the rip when it started
the little nick in the edge of a fiber of fabric
but a gust of wind tore it wide open
splitting my mind leaving me feeling somewhat erratic

then Dejado and Derecho went their own ways
while I saw through both their eyes
Dejado met with puzzles, logic and formulas
while Derecho fought against smiles and cries

(to be continued…)

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(originally written February 2007)

I’ve seen the sun shine at midnight
I’ve seen the moon swallow the daylight
when the seas flow over the the plains
and the fires dance in the rain
do we feel all the pain
or do we consider it insane

If the wind stops blowing
and the trees stop growing

will the people understand

will they join up hand in hand

to claim this as their land

or let it all turn to sand


I see the songs with my eyes
My nose smells all the lies

Walk left run right

covered eyes share no sight

a shadow casts no light

a dollar causes no fright

But something will be bigger
something will be stronger
and one will drop
starting a crop
bringing down from the top
the end will make it stop

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