Trail Blazing

Soft stolen kisses
planted gently on your lips
a loving caress.


Eternity in a day.
A smile creeps across my face as I steal
One short peak into your eyes and it reveals: years of you
and I
and us.

Together we remain, watching clouds pass over us.
The world keeps on revolving, changing and evolving
and yet it is still us
and I
and you.

Here I sit alone with words swirling 'round my head
trying to express what has already been said
And yet I am not alone; it is always I
and you
and us.

Our histories and memories stretch back across the pages;
two paths converging into one,
but in my mind it has always been us
and you
and I.

Laughter and bloodshed with tears and smiles,
We have been through storms and calms;
The wind against our faces and the sun shining upon I
and us
and you.

We walk along, clutching each other in a lasting embrace
with a 9 year trail laid out behind us
and eternity set out before you
and us
and I.

Lonely Hearts

I dreamt of you while I laid sleeping in my bed.
You stumbled into our room in the early morning hours
and walked toward the window. You moved the shades and peered outside
and I could hear your voice.
I tried to call your name. I longed to hold you.
But all my efforts were fruitless. I was stuck in place.
My voice escaped me and I had not the strength to move.
I could not even open my eyes to see that it was you.

And then I woke and you had disappeared.

I think it was the cat.

The Loneliness of Heart

You slip away. A few weeks and you'll be gone;
Gone. Away. From me.
Emptiness and Sadness invade my thoughts.
And there's nothing I can do.
What will I do without you?
Who will I be without you?
Without you. An alien concept. Part of me is sceptical that I
exist apart from you. I live because you live.

I breathe because you breathe.

It is only a few months alone. A few months of solitude. A few months to know myself again;
my self away from your self.
And I am frightened and scared.
I don't want to admit that I could exist without you.
I don't want to know a me without you.

I am sick of here . . . but if I leave,
I can't leave without you.

I can't live without you.
With you I breathe anew
and there's nothing I can't do
under your morning dew.


My heart aches from the loneliness of being without you.
A whole summer alone without you by my side.

Just the thought of us being separate makes me feel incomplete.

I can't breathe without you.
I can't eat without you.
I can't live without you.

Silence

I've been
silent all these years.
Silent all this time.
the silence surrounds
me.

My red mistress

Her luscious full lips press forcefully against mine
and I will never be the same again.
I yearn for her touch;
her warmth pouring down my throat;
encapsulating my entire being.

My sad head aches - my pour heart breaks.
Her jubilant nature is replaced with scorn and taunting.
What did I do wrong?
I drink of your nature
and dance and laugh and love
and then
and then
and then
I cry and mourn and hold my head in my hands.
The pain is too much for me.
Why must I love you so, when you visit this retribution on me?
Is it for my over-indulgence?

But your lips, they taste so sweet, like candy,
when pressed against mine.
I can't imagine another lover.
My only red mistress
flowing through my fingertips.
Pour over me and lose myself in you.
And I am gone.

There's nowhere to go; no where to go.

Wind whistles through my hair and all else is silent.
I'm lost and cold and alone.
Where am I?
Wilderness extends around me and I have lost my way.
Where do I go from here?
Spinning in circles till nothing seems familiar anymore;
I'm dizzy and disoriented
and nothing is the same
for me.
Any
More.
I lose myself in the darkness encapsulating my house -
my small home in the big wide emptiness of
of
of
of you and me and everyone.

shhhhhh
all else is silence and waiting and misery.
It'll be the first of the worst.
I didn't realize.

Slow it down - it's easier than me.
Easier for me.

Seven

Somewhere in his smile he knows that I don't need no other lover.

For you. For us.

As the years stretch across the skyline,
Words are whispered in the night and scratched across pages
Bound together and rustling in the wind.
Our tale continues in front - at our feet,
While the street sweepers brush away the lonely nights from
The path left behind.

I can't remember a me without you.

Lines of lost and forgotten love poems run across my mind
Longing to make them mine and ours.
All of it is fluff and stuffing.
I could lengthen this dedication: pluck images of
Angels and roses and jewels and stars and moons and suns and silks
From the lips of the dead.
When what I have to say is simple and concise.

I love you.

And I love you still.

Barbarella

Strong and tough
no one messes with us.

Soft and beautiful
no one sees the danger within you.

Barbarella -
Barbarella.

I can't help but shake my hips to you
from side to side
and raise my hands straight up
above my head


in the centre - all eyes starring
I am the star.
The hero.

The saviour.

As I sway onto a star
Barbarella Barbarella
I can hear the wind afar
Barbarella Barbarella
whisper your name on par
Barbarella Barbarella.

Strong and tough
no one messes with us.

Soft and beautiful
no one sees the danger within you.

Strong and tough
no one messes with us.

strange compulsions

She sits in the room alone and traces the fake grains in her artificial hard-wood floor.
She picks out one slab and her eyes rest on a single line and follow it from start to end. Her pupils move onto the next line and slowly follow its twists and curves until it reaches the wall. Her eyes focus on every minute detail of the line as she scans the tile. Thousands of phony wood grains fall under her scrutiny as she examines every inch of fraudulent flooring. Looking for solutions amongst the pseudo-wood panels, she continues her task until she traces every line. But it provides her no answers - not this time. For now, the silent mock wood flooring refuses to confess its secrets. at least to her.

She loses interest in the simulated wood floor.

perhaps the walls are more willing to yield

Her eyes glance at the faux-wood wall in front of her. She starts with the left-most line engraved in the fabricated wood. Top to bottom her eyes trace over every line upon the wall. With each completion of a line, she is more assured that the next line will be the one to falter and relent its knowledge to her ever-yearning mind. But each successor, as with its predecessor, is fruitless and she reaches the end of the wall with no more information than when she began. But she is confident the next wall will confide in her.

a brief extended interlude

and all the irony of it.

a wet dry season.
a loud whisper.
dry ice. my favourite.

enough of this non sensical jabber.

it was meant to be a short breath, but soon turned into a lengthy inhale.
if anyone still reads this besides me, i promise to try to keeps these breaks to a minimal length.

all small today.
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the importance of space . . .
and pauses.