World Of Overcast

Tiny Stars

2009-06-05T22:57:00.003+09:00

Brave but barely there

Young light filters gold through trees

Now that you have gone

It snows and she can't help but wrap herself around the hallucination

And the world seems so small again

Through smokey tears that reach the beautiful black sky

Hovering

A Single Cloud Covered Bird Alone and Out Of Focus

2009-05-20T02:29:00.003+09:00

So here we are

We sit like plaster saints

On a black bed frame in a quiet old house

We used to have a future

5" wide and 1" deep

In such a quiet old house

With the sky painted in that half finished way

A quiet canticle of dawn

That neither of us will see

Lambent

Others

2009-03-30T22:07:00.003+09:00

It matters where you are

In comfort and illusion

A tendency to slip away

Rain falls in a world where you still are ok

I tripped up six steps to stop the night from swallowing you whole

As petals graced three singing ships and blessed the cargo they stole

A pocket watch on a silver chain

A single bullet to kiss your name

In slavery she scrawled his visage

As cold clouds of perfume

Across the dead side of the moon

In cursive grip, unreadable script

You look like no one else

But still so much like her.

Where Within Us?

2009-01-28T08:34:00.002+09:00

Oblivion,

Or not at all

Nothing, Nowhere, Never

2008-12-14T19:18:00.005+09:00

Small translucent petals stuck to your skin

Dance away in the breeze

And seasoned the October winds

I heard your halo slowly form

As cold crashing ships

Above us drift

Catching their massive misty sails

On the child like limbs of slow burning stars

I thought of how impossibly warm your palm was

Though slipping away

So far away

Your voice is the only one I can still clearly hear

Whenever I open my mouth to scream

"How long can you wait?"

Rapture

stay awhile...

2008-12-03T14:39:00.003+09:00

It's hard to ever know

which worlds have ended with your words

and harder to know just when.

I thought I saw a small light there

glow for just a second

within the edges of the frame where we had been

I turned you over in my hands

and traced the image

of that long gone town

A photograph

A cardinal mask

that you wore as your phantom crown

And there where the clouds used to gather,

on the hill where we used to play,

A simple fact

has come to pass.

"When we look, we look away"

When Heaven Is Deserted (in answer)

2008-11-20T23:13:00.002+09:00

Chariot

Your teeth clenched tight

Jaw locked tight

As fear weaves a cold hand through your hair

(What should I tell her?)

When we know not what to call it

There is no control

But still I needed you to justify

This light that lies before us

Illuminates this crippled season

Forever is a place that has passed us by

It would have been the first time

I looked into your eyes

Lay your perfect body down.

When Heaven Is Deserted

2008-11-13T20:35:00.002+09:00

Chariot

don't make a sound

as tears dance through your fingers

(what should I tell him?)

we know not what to call it

when there is no feeling

but still, I needed you to know

there are still many seasons left

for us to conquer

and forever remains ours to forgive

it would have been the first time I held your hand

faithless

Shine

2008-11-06T21:18:00.002+09:00

On such a distant shore

Where constant braying sunlight

Still occasionally splashes uneven kisses

On the white stone surface

Of all the bones and empty homes on streets we used to dream down

In this lonely corner of the world.

Though time has been reluctantly accepted

As a constant division of our will

And you platinum pounding warriors heart

Strums sweet chords of twilight still

I believe you taste the same slow sounds

Of night's gentle arrival

And breathe her gifts of silence and unity

In the solitary place that you now occupy

There above in the cold winter sky

May you never fail to burn

Brighter

With every impossible wish I make

To see your face again

if there is no one left to replace us......

2008-10-17T20:32:00.004+09:00

your voice once had so many colours

petals kissed frozen streets

light from above

an orange halogen glow

reflecting the small steps in two sets

of footprints

walking towards the water

hoping to find your ghost tonight

and forgive the four seasons

for there is nothing to hold tonight

in these tiny clenched fists

and hardly any strength left to stand

it is not a bad thing to fall

without you

A Fragment

2008-10-16T23:35:00.003+09:00

I watched you blink in and out
winking like stars shining in daytime
the ghost of Autumn
and a shield of rain

You once were a part of my life...

Cunning

2008-09-30T12:27:00.003+09:00

I'll let you know how it looks

but I have been this way for too long

laid to rest and time for change

when Fall is a prison

and it's useless trying to charm one kiss

from the November snakes you wear

wrapped around your shoulders

the only way to surrender

your voice was a sapphire

on a leash of slow falling snow

you sang with such trauma

in your wild dark eyes

in shallow spaces where nothing is big

if only you were still here to be my breath

in cold platinum embrace

you chose to live

Terms of Surrender

2008-09-11T19:39:00.002+09:00

still

sun crouches

for what passes for time these days

for what passes away

for all the stars that stalk you

still waiting for you to pass by my window again

she whispers a name in her heart

still....

A Cardinal Mask

2008-08-26T12:03:00.003+09:00

I dreamt of your strangest gaze

As moonlight like music, so dim

trickled from your magnetic gleaming angel lips

passionless and failing in the certain colours

of the purest night

You have coiled yourself so gently around my heart

And I know we will meet again

As sure as I recognize the scent of your shadow

slowly creeping to my bed

Were I the one to design your heart XII

2008-07-20T02:16:00.003+09:00

I caught a glimpse too late

But made a vow,

As a way to see you again

Though eternity struggles to cope with now.

In transit moments of the shifting waves

I remember so clearly how your body moved

In the warm light of morning through frosted panes

There is love....

Where centuries of illusion called your name,

(Though now you are the trigger)

Though our beautiful paper angels,

(Created by the very fury of our love)

Have blinded the very voice of every black building that ever doubted us,

Overlooking the sea

Where the sun shines no more.....

There is love.

Through legions of faded hearts

As our scarlet guardians grow large in the sky

And razor Winter shatters for us in time

As our clear circle of terror turns in equal ways

Our future becomes the present,

And as we sleep we hope to dream...

Of a chance to begin again

Where are you?

There is love.....

December

Were I the one to design your heart XI

2008-07-20T02:03:00.005+09:00

As my assassin I salute you

And pay respect to storm clouds of vanishing dreams

Bright lights of salvation burn

Through the last few remaining leaves

On the tree of life again

I have clearly seen your eyes through my maelstrom

And in the briefest, cruelest glimpse of final sunlight

As our comets crash

We slip Away again

And drowning you can't tell me

And I can't tell you....

( _ ____ ___ )

November

Were I the one to design your heart X

2008-07-15T11:39:00.003+09:00

In reflection, 10 years ago....

When even the gulls were frozen

In muted skies of disbelief

When we were as simple as Autumn rain

The house we grew up in and the yard where we'd play

When Sundays traced by like slow motion

When razor Winter was so far across the ocean....

When I held you close in that room with frosted panes

When every song you shook from your hair sang my name

When your black army jacket danced in the breeze

On that October night you saved me from the sea

When war was just a spot on the news

And we walked through the snow with painted hearts on our boots

When we thought these days never end.

Could never end

How could I have agreed to go?

To pass into the open arms of sorrow while you suffered alone.

Still, torrents of paper angels fall from your hair

I hold you shining eyes with mine and swear.....

Nothing could have ever kept us apart

If only I were the one to design your heart.

October

Were I the one to design your heart IX

2008-07-09T20:38:00.005+09:00

Open your eyes

Tell me it's not too late

The darkest vehicle for the heart is the mind

And all you thought you'd left behind

Awaits patiently but not without mercy

To collect the debt we all must pay

And in submission and with regret

Her last kisses crash down, just for them

As every perfect grey day left

Overcast and open eyes

And a tiny shallow space

Where his broken body drifts among the splintered timber

There in the dreaming arms of the sea.

"I'm almost home"

September

Were I the one to design your heart VIII

2008-07-03T14:40:00.005+09:00

A ruined truth blows through frozen flames

staring into glassy eyes

and for just an instant she thought she once held a name

aside from this tempest

the companion of razor winter's barbed wire skies

in a sixty second sentiment

she has lost her heart

and can only continue to run

so cold blows the wind

from this storm she has become

August

Were I the one to design your heart VII

2008-06-28T22:19:00.005+09:00

Sailing on her frozen sea

On the cold moonless night of his enemy

Doomsday

He vows to remember how

To fall through wind

Through rain

Through noise

Through energy

And through the clouds

Where silence takes you

Where he understands she blooms again

As sure as he knows her scent on the wind

Beautiful and deadly

July

Were I the one to design your heart VI

2008-06-24T17:05:00.004+09:00

The whirlpools below have made her a slave

An all encompassing fury

(and who is this who has called her back?)

From up on high the image shifts

She sees that boat crash through thick mists

And thinks of nothing but destruction.

Her essence through the ether as a scream of pain

Driving down dark skies faster than the rain

Red ribbons spoil the air around her broken frame

She takes this moment to become the sea

To crush this hateful vessel that MUST be

That which has prevented her ascension

And what would one need to break every window on this world?

Grayscale rainbows darkly shine

And fall into her sad, expanding body

She has refused the 11th hour

My nemesis, my love....

June

Were I The One To Design Your Heart. V

2008-06-17T19:38:00.004+09:00

There through the screams on the cerulean winds

He thought he heard his siren's call

Another drunken mariner's tale to tell...

And on this lurching ship on sick serpent seas

dark shadows grow longer and pull him to his knees

A forced gaze skyward

Where beauty never failed to fade

And lifeblood spills like captured whispers

Snapping on the heels of a hurricane

Within the ghost land of her breaking heart

There's no place he would rather be

As beautiful paper angels rain into the sea

Surrounded and coveted

And walking through fire

May

Were I The One To Design Your Heart. IV

2008-06-16T21:03:00.003+09:00

Adrift

Cradled by the last vestigial feverish flames of your phoenix

Rising

On a damp evening the world has stopped its silhouettes

A half remembered moon confirms this miracle

One chance

One last chance

to fly back into your heart

I dedicate this journey to all we ever were

With this tired, tattered ship to you I will return

Escape the grip of razor winter

Through frozen stars and fog

And follow the faint but steady sound

Of my heart blind dialogue

To home

To peace

To you........

April

Were I The One To Design Your Heart. III

2008-06-15T09:56:00.002+09:00

She forces herself to pretend he does not exist

Though still sharing his breath through morning mists

And each time the blissful sun quietly counts its coins

She hears his eyes fixed lovingly on her dreams.....

When life is this obscene

When death is endless protest to your absence

When everything on the road changes true

When every fall colour becomes the void in you

I will finally remember your name.

March

Were I The One To Design Your Heart. II

2008-06-12T20:26:00.006+09:00

To bring him back from black buildings

she has stolen away

every last ounce of pain he once felt

and swore on 6 cold comets passing

to never give it back

flat on her back...

releasing herself from the last flicker of this kingdom of candlelight

from behind closed lids

from her own warriors heart

as her broken wings cascade around her shoulders and fall to the floor

as the pine forest sways along with the tide

as a distant flock of stars despair through the sky

she erases every last moment

that flashes before her eyes

and so it goes.......

for love and for trauma

February