Tag Archives: 2004

lonely road (November 2004)

25 Feb

I don’t understand this puzzle before me
this crossroads, this land
so foreign and unmarked

Who can I appeal to
who won’t judge, won’t condemn –
can I not ride the coat-tails of fate?

where I watch my teeth fall out
over and over,
I dream, not speak

If building character is the design
how lonely I will be
how misguided, I took thee all

to no better place
than my indecision
and uncomprehending how

 a candle still burns
 in times like these


keep on running (October 2004)

25 Feb

You’re right. I’m running away from you
God! It’s starting to sink in how fucked up I’ve been
With you
I long for the intimacy I deprive you
for the shared dreams you deprive me

How much am I putting on the line?
sacrificing a little island paradise
for a huge continent
or maybe it’s the other way round
unwilling to compromise.

Have I crossed the line with you?
I must be but an inch from it
How much are you willing to put up with?
Is it for fear or love that you stay?

And if I were to say something
something to make you feel better, or not
but at least something to say how miserable I am
that I hurt you this way and that I hate myself

And how scared I must be
to do something about it
For is it fear or love
that keeps me here?

A fucked up (island) paradise!

If our hearts are full of fear
I suggest it’s unwise to listen to it
I know my heart though in this matter of torment
– it is love divided

pause (September 2004)

25 Feb

hesitant scribbles and
inconsequential patterns of my hand

  misrepresenting what I want to say
don’t analyse any of this

it’s all lost in translation
overly contextualised
the introspection lingers

something to be written for another time

ode to spring (September 2004)

25 Feb

It is late in coming
hillsides abstract themselves
with bold blocks of colour

subtleties disappear
a blooming, shadows defined
sun pouring – rain shining

lambs prancing and playing
like new leaves experimenting
with their colourshop of saturated greens

mountains still shining white
snow melts and journeys down
rocks baring their souls at last

and the waterfalls are gushing
the smell of short nights and daffodils …

spring has sprung
like a jack in the box
I breath it in

sweet friend (August 2004)

25 Feb

hey friend, my sweet sweet friend
in you belongs a better place
like drifting ambiance and cinnamon sticks
lacking pungent aromas, but sweet to breathe

oh sweet evenings to come
long evening with embracing clouds
patterned on the sky like a new print
mixing clarity and hueing visibility
sweet expressions – replaced with lingering rays

oh sweet friend, my soft gentle breeze
the becalming, my nowhere to go
imprinted on my mind and content
formative impressions replace those long days

knowing you as I know you
what would we do without the other?

in love with you (August 2004)

25 Feb

I can’t imagine anything better
than loving you
at any day, at any time

and when I’m away
the shadows of your caress
linger on me warm

you have no idea the glow I’m in

when I’m back in your arms
I call it my favourite place
in the world

Oh my soul!
How wonderful to be
in love with you

farewell (July 2004)

25 Feb

Sinking sun
I’m going to miss you
as if my own soul
had decided to journey
without me
chasing dreams
and love across the world

Rising moon
I must celebrate
fulfillment and contentment
albeit cloaked in nervous
and blank pages in a diary

Rising sun, tomorrow I greet you

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