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Monday, May 30, 2011

Hope

Hope can be lost
Hope can be found
Hope is dynamically tangible
Suspended in amber
It can be rationalized
In the lies we tell ourselves
Hope can even have a time line
Hanging in a tree
Slim the threads of hope can be

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Walking in line

Walking in line
Wind burns your face in time
Never deviate
The plan is in play
Predators in their Armani looking for their fill
Vultures waiting to feed
Dynamics of the game play
Looking to the future already gone
Memories on a hill
Define interesting
Colours of sunsets
Oddly a little different every time

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

What Colour?

What Colour?
Does it hurt?
The colour of the day
Flavors frosted on my lips
Ice metallic blues
Reflected off crystal
Black on Monday
Velvet on Friday
Questions in between
This is not a side show
Even if it seems so
Frozen under glass
Each letter on a different page
Hanging on by a clich├ęs

Monday, May 16, 2011

Silence

Seclusion
Living in one’s own skin
Strange the voice of the walls
The message never received
Answered with silence
Eerie calm
The feeling deep inside
When you wake from a dream
Knowing that something happened
And knowing that it was not real
Wondering maybe it was
A hang over with no drinks consumed
The silence shatters my ear drums

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Scars

Some scars are not visible
Some scars run clean through not breaking the skin
Invisible to every one

Some are just scar tissue
Different from everything around it
Harder to break through

Some are just scratch marks
Discolored and barely noticeable
Yet change you like nothing before

Scars leave there marks
Some going through
Others just on the surface

All leave there marks
Some deep inside
Others invisible

Sunday, May 8, 2011

“Are you okay”

“Are you okay”

The message was
Broken down
Answer was silence

Silence amongst the noise
Shadows of grey
No words for it

Staring into the sun
Shining off the rocks
Black hole
Burning in

Silence is the answer
Your desire to know
Impatience
Silence ignored

Disregarded and unseen
Silent scream
In a box
Recycled

Friday, May 6, 2011

Anything can be beautifull

Anything can be beautifull
From the sound of waves hitting the shore in a storm
The lighting shooting across a black ski
Thunder calling out in anger
Electricity making the hairs on once arms dance!
Wind pulling one across the water
Fueled by adrenaline
To a rock on the ground
Black against the brown
One among many
Looking lonely and out of place
Yet completing the frame
Or the fold of skin as sweat drips down
Hypnotic as they slid down the skin making trails of salt
Being one of two
For second or two
Connected in a memory
That shatters like glass
From a window of a car
Hit by semi in a crash

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Cold As Rain

Cold as rain

Dancing to a voice cold as rain
Getting wet in thunder storm
On an empty beach flooded with irony
Hard to shine in someone else’s sun
Reality is a bitter taste to wash away
Listening to the memories

Dancing to a voice cold as rain
On an empty beach flooded
Shadow and moon light my only company
Wind singing it's song

Rain can wash most things away
The dirt from an idle life time
The sweat of living under a burning sun
Taste of an empty bottle

Dancing to a voice cold as rain
Footsteps in the sand
Rain drops cooling the tan
Wind wafting the words

Memories of a simpler time
Less complex, at least in my mind
Rain washes the beach
What remains the waves take away

Dancing to a voice cold as rain
Telling me that story about that time
Just a pebble in field bathing in sunshine
Like a painting to be revealed