I am angry because
I am.
And I don’t really know why.
I feel hard done by,
and somehow I feel like there is a

When, upon a door opens
to reveal a glimmer of glistening
the one who’s mind
has grown tired
of something meaningless,

The sorrow that fills my heart
wishes to be seen.
I wait, and accept all the tears
from all that has been
The past is gone, yet it still exi

I still long for her;
wish I could reach out to her;
wish I could see her;
wish she could see me;
wish I could meet with her;

Ten minutes past.
I know I’m late.
I let him know I’m here.
He makes me wait.
From a distance I pretend

Obsessed with finding out how you
and the best method to reach out t
If only I had known myself,
before I got to know you.
And now I don’t know what is left

I want to see that photo again,
study it properly.
I want to hold the print in my han
smell the faded mixture of ink and
feel it smooth under my fingers.

What am I really feeling?
May these things be known.
Where am I really going,
if not back home?
Why these feelings of stuck-ness?

I’m looking for substance,
though I can’t find
the essence that is trying to esca
from behind
the blinds of my mind.

Something wondrous
like rain droplets reflecting ligh
The miracles of the universe
to which I would like
to surrender for once.

I saw a recent photo of you.
You are exactly as I remember
when we last knew one another.
And I,
always trying to get through that

Why do you remind me of science?
You remind me of all the things th
and what I miss on a cold, clear w
classic architecture, mechanical s
detailed paintings, heavy musky bo

It’s time to pick up all the piece
put them back in place.
Fragments of broken debris
disintegrate to reveal that face.
Oh how I long to see that again,

The greyish blue morning haze
wetting the leaves gently with dew
I listen to the rhythmic jazz
with a cup of the usual morning br
A feeling intense yet still untran

Oh Lady, Lady so fair,
with your full pink lips
and your light brown hair.
Your name is scattered through
my lover's memory;

Every morning that I wake up,
I awake to another side of my stor
As if at night, God tosses a coin
to decide what I’ll be and what I
in my waking reality.

July 17th:
I see you everywhere.
I hear you everywhere.
And this desire to understand,
this longing that makes me want to

“Fear not the dream.”
He whispered in her ear.
Sweet memories
of what had once been here.
When the mountains’ layers

We believe what we perceive exists
In truth, there may be none of thi
We choose from our sense
of what is possible.
Our concept of reality is what is

The feeling too strange yet not un
cradles within my rib cage.
I think I’ll go, I’ll disappear
outside into the night.
Away I’ll be, separated from

What makes an artist successful?
Experience, maturity?
The ability to see what others mis
The ability to experience differen
To dive into the depths of the sou

None could win that game you see.
At birth, it had been created for
That oldest couple,
I mention no names,
showed her how to prepare

Timelessness..
I wait...
Waiting for that energetic flow
with which I can just go
and glide

Where are you,
my admiration,
with the eyes of light
and the spark that moves life?
Since our first encounter

May my tears erase all the lies.
May their release dissolve all the
May my heart now shine through all
May all that I do demonstrate
that I’ve chosen to forgive you.

We are all the colours,
visible andand invisible.
We are all the sounds,
heard and unheard.
We are all the words,

I wish I could be honest
and speak to you of my journey..
To tell you that this intense ener
vibrates through me like an electr
with switches at different locatio

Take away my pride;
all false interpretation
of who I actually am
and my place in creation.
Let me now see my face

As the doors to the heavens open o
my heart opens out
to your unfolding embrace.
I am where I am.
And you are where you are.

My hands are drawn from nature’s b
forming a channel up towards where
I perceive.
Life is changing, I’m transformin
A new…something forming…

Blue rhythm,
talk to me,
let me see the sun.
Blue eye in the nothingness...
Im talking to no’one.

I hate the moments where you leave
on my own to wait for you,
sitting here in the company of my
not yet independent of the fear of
When I sit there waiting,

Blossoms form
fruits for the trees.
A wind that blows through the leav
rustling
like wrapped paper

She is within me.
She flows through all of me.
She knows what is deep inside.
She knows all that is within my mi
She knows how I perceive.

I breathe still,
the space resides.
The river comes to fill
the higher tides…
Oh beautiful essence

What is it to be in love?
And why, when I look upon your fa
does the knowledge of this state o
It goes beyond reason or sense.
There is no mathematical formula t