rebellion

hush. stay quiet.
it is not time for you yet.
they must not know.
wait. for the signal.
until then,
seethe, but lie low.

heartbeat

my precious,
may every day
be your day.
as it is for me
may it be, for you.
a life lived
in the span of a heartbeat.

follow me

follow me.
ask no questions.
close your eyes, 
hold out your hand -
feel the breeze 
and walk on.
when all becomes still
know that it is time. 
let your hand fall,
open your eyes
to your destination.
don't look for me,
i wont be there.
breathe in the quiet
live out the solitude.
it is well earned.

being us

say your piece. i won't interrupt.
i promise to try and listen.
if you find my eyes wandering
don't stop. just carry on.
i will come back
to put the pieces together.
though cracked,
we will be whole again.

canvas

a gaping silence

throws itself

at the wall of memory

puncturing the wounds

words have made –

patches of quiet

hide the vociferous blood

that has streaked the canvas -

life.

a paling discolored misshapen blot.

performing the past

performing the past

desperate fingers

groping

for the afterglow of glory

in a mistaken pursuit

born of overwhelming hindsight –

a slippery moment

a lifetime of slime

tripping through

the geometric patterns of time

blueprinting

kaleidoscoping

deconstructing

the landscape of memory

the upside down elitism of the past.