Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Beautiful disaster

She loved him 
Not be because he was broken
But in spite of it. 
His pieces gave her purpose.
His disaster, her salvation.
But his edges were fragments
Sharp corners of reality 
Designed to destroy. 
Time , she thought, would soften the edges
Love would mend the pieces into whole.
But the pieces cut her open
With each mend, her heart became torn.
She thought she was healing him 
Until the  day he was gone 
she could find herself no more. 

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

The storm

Silence screams before the storm 

 Calm focus 

energy is inhaled by unknown force

slowly she exhales both emptying and consuming 

rage focused on those who dared to scorn

A flower emerges dewy petals born

After the emptying

Beauty flourishes on

Friday, July 10, 2015


I am not the sum of all that has happened to me
All that occurs is the sum of me
Like finger prints on a window pane
A distant memory of time that will remain

Engraved upon a distance ship
Abandoned put to sea
Blowing swiftly the winds of time
Fade off to distant memory

Vagueness occurs whilst hope dreams wearily on
Time reality
Are not the sum
The sum is now

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Free to fly

Step one is knowing
Knowing what you want
Understanding what you've been searching for
 Accepting you haven't found it yet
And maybe never will

Step two is the letting go
Letting go of everything you know 
Understanding it will never be the same again
Accepting no matter the outcome different is a good thing

Step three is walking 
Walking past the pain
Running into and through the fear
Embracing maybe they will succeed before you
Maybe you will forever be alone
Even so alone is a good thing

Step four flex your wings
You can fly if only you believe
Light the fire in your soul
Be your own kind of savior
Dying in the heart is a worse death than flesh
So let your soul run free
Free to try free to fail
Free to fly

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

The nothing of everything

Everything is nothing
Nothing is everything instead
She meant nothing he pleads
Though time and time she crawled from his bed

Everything is gone 
Is everything lost
In reality everything was nothing 
Nothing became everything
Everything was the cost

One moment is value
One moment is price
When price becomes payment
One moment becomes life

If nothing becomes everything
That moment everything goes away
Think first 
Is everything worth today 

If today wins over 
In the end it is true
It meant nothing
Nothing to you

Thursday, January 8, 2015


I will always remember the begining although I welcome the comfort of the end.