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,

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

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

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

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 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

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,

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

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

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.

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?

Expand your heart.
Dare to trust.
Another break up,
another breakup.
Grief is a revealer of life’s

I wish for a sign;
to give me a hint
of the smaller steps that must be
In the past few days I have felt
my thoughts become clear and my he

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

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

Pools of magma stir under the thin
The earth is consciousness.
When the juices of fermented fruit
and the molten rock is disturbed b
He

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.

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;

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

Lately I wish to write poetry;
the thoughts that travel
into and out of my conscious mind;
scrambling and unscrambling words
gathering into forms of art.

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

You’re here, you’re there, you’re
You have created a scapegoat for a
a picture painted by your own unre
You cannot confront the one who’s
and broken your heart again and ag

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

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

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

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

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

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.

I sought her
within everything I did
and imagined how she would
carry herself, think, talk, feel…
I imagined that somewhere she was

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

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

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

I’m trying to find what is true;
what I’ve been seeking in the idea
The girl I dressed in kindness an
ended up being my own story.
And though the theory that had for

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.

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

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.