Showing posts with label Prose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prose. Show all posts

Thursday, 12 January 2012

Cross

How Can You Live on the Banks of a River That flows with blood?
Where do you run to when you thirst?
You waste away at the source of Refreshment
Expecting to feel cool drops Of life
Instead you wail at the bitter taste
Betrayed by a false oasis

BUILD YOUR BRIDGE

Lift up your precious things
Stretch your arms to the sky

CROSS.

Monday, 9 January 2012

Clarity

Clarity
New reality brings
Clarity
Supporting Clarity
Reality
Nothing hid
Who am I
Not
What I did.

Nov '10

Mars

When you curl up into your cave
And you bring the curtain round
Say to the world, stay outside
Say to me, you too
You especially
Am I to keep knocking?

Uninvited guest
Crashing the party where
I am the subject of opinions
You take a risk
When you leave me
Out in the elements
What if I rust
And die?

And when you come looking
I'll be gone, hurt, dead
Will you recognise my corpse
Who will I resemble
after the rain?

If the truth be told
Leave me not in the cold.

Oct, '10

Wonderment

The Question: How do you know when you've made that real connection?
My Answer: When it's been made with you, and you don't resist.

I don't want to feel the mad irresistible urge of passionate loving, the pull on my heart, the lurch in my gut. Only slightly, gradually, you start.


I don't wish to have the green clouds of jealousy following my thoughts, then clouding my instincts. You go ahead, I'm on my way.

I don't care to wait for your call, breathe your name and watch you sleep, while dreaming pictures of our life. You write the letter, paint the picture, I'll co-sign..

I don't care if your parents love me, or think I'm suitable. My family's unconditional love is sufficient for now.
These things are not my concern.

But I love you, because they are yours. And I'm ok with that.

2011