(2010)
In our sadness, When the world seems too trying And compassion waits unfound, Are we losing the feeling? In our sadness I will sink, I wil…
In a moment thoughts are spoken With flippant retrospection, In a moment enthused, impressed, c… Now forever in abandon. Spoken, lived, even felt: in these…
Autumn leaves in summer rain, Waylaid promise surrenders in sham… And a hundred requitement’s lay ca… In accumulative nights holds a lon… Collecting the stones of her young…
Have you ever played a cameo, Or held your breath for years? Carried on streets, words, and son… A thousand miles never here With you, but waiting to be living…
Melancholick black bile coagulates… Time, it kills; there is no killin… Alone a restless minde bleeds the… So too, alone, does innocence sour… Smiles without smiling; sleep with…
I lay adrift a mass of words And bones & thread, they went unhe… For devotion’s fled my awful clasp… And never will return. I begged my love; never for her lo…
Mid-night in your garden, With the futility of words, Outside the place we swore, I was doing so well But I don’t dream anymore.
At this bus stop there is no sign Of ever a person being here. Verdant grass In a midway bedraggled ditch Slits the ribbon roads.
What could it take to stir a heart… How does resentment hold, where wa… Would pure desire and promise true… Gain love in spite of you? Who hears your voice, do they rece…
Hearts are made of but blood and v… He asks a no-longer-needed world;… Carried alone to bed, on mute and… Disappearing like fog; watching yo… Though this wound is deeper than w…
I will fail and fall short, I will be who you want, I wish you felt this hurt, I wish I was who you want. I can’t feel again.
Violent fluctuations of hope Only temper torturous thoughts. Inject a drug to replace you For time cannot be fought. What decides who’s deserved
Wearied perspective; I’m not the… And fate could have it worse, Yet I can’t cope, And always knew Consequence for un-ending hurt.
And I let go of my cares, Lost inside a lunar mare, She was dying to belong To me. And now no one.
Over the river seas, Through tallest pines, At different speeds, A thousand miles, Imperfection’s will.