A pile of rubble, bricks and timber scattered on a plain. Some cluttered lines of trees alone is what remain. And weeds are sprouting through the waste uncaring and unkind. But then again – how could they care – does […]
All There Is Left Now
An open, empty field covered only by the grass where something used to be – well, something had to pass I stare at the empty space and cannot fathom this – all that is left is emptiness Passing shooting stars […]
A Crooked Tree – I
A lonely being, standing at the crossroad, abandoned by your family and friends – the healthy, youthful lot who once stood by you, now long gone – used as firewood by humans, made into planks, tools, ornaments of unknown use […]
A Crooked Tree – II
I’ve wished that I was beautiful, spent years pining therefore – and wasted years on dreaming me into something I couldn’t be – just this I am; a crooked tree; the only beauty found in me sounds through my crooked […]
Voluntary Isolation
There’s a glow of orange on the horizon – a hidden city out of sight housing countless nameless people unlike me who don’t seek loneliness with every breath – it’s right over there behind the trees; right over there behind […]
Dust
It gathers on my drying lips – the dust of our lives. The dust of repetition, lives of dust that we must live, and dust-related lies as well that turn to stories which we tell and name as “memories” Lives […]
Delta
If I were a river flowing through the land my thoughts would be the delta for they get out of hand in their pursuit of oneness with oceans of wisdom which isn’t mine but others’ – most of whom long […]
Candleflames
We’re candleflames flickering in the wind – the smallest change of weather and we all blow out again.
How Ironic
How ironic; a symbol of youth is the sun – an ancient-old guardian whose youth is long gone.
Gone
The softness of the quiet nights is gone. The roar of emptiness now shears its way through every place where lights were shortly on. The smoothness of a quiet day is gone. The drizzle of the sadness dims all colours […]
Family
Your parents are a fortress that serves a dual purpose: to protect or to incarcerate – Your family’s your country for better or for worse, whether you would like to stay or wish to escape – You’ll carry these with […]
Life Is Like a Drop of Rain
Life is like a drop of rain. First a fall then a splash and it leaves a stain. Then it’s drawn to the clouds to return again.
Love, What Are You?
Achievements – what are they? They’ll vanish when I’m gone, and though my heart is young my soul is ancient-old. I’ve known sorrow, known pleasure, and love is all I have to show, a love impeding every chance to grow […]
A City Seen From a Plane
An absurd, pulsing flower – a nerve-cell throbbing with life, pulses of light moving swiftly through the night in yellowish bursts as I observe here elevated in the skies – What could be beautiful is a parasite on the face […]
Despair
Where I am heading there’s no light – you brought that with you too; it rested in your golden hair and when you aren’t with me here I’m left in darkness and despair. Where I am heading there’s no sight […]
Ghost From My Childhood
Memories I’d forgotten surge forward to beleaguer my brain when I see your face again Forever ago we lay in the grass in my parents yard after class looking up into the branches of the old beech tree, wondering how […]
Happiness
The happiness we find along the way we’ll lose someday but the happiness we find within ourselves will never stray; it stays to warm our hearts and guide us right on till the end – do not believe in buying […]
I Remember
Yes, I remember but if nothing had hurt there would’ve been nothing to remember – just the same dreary, empty days I forget – repetitive chores I forget – an endless cycle of regret If nothing had hurt I wouldn’t […]
Memories
My memories escape my brain invading my surroundings I can remember what remains of thousands of ventures however incomplete they are alluring anyway do you remember too, and will you listen? Will you stay? Do you remember afternoons with ice […]
Reaching Out
To believe in something is to reach out for something beyond our understanding, and try to trust without our human doubt that what takes place, does have a meaning Some find this meaning in an ancient book, some find it […]