Tag Archives: letting go

I can see you (7 Dec 2011)

24 Jan

today I praise you, I am humbled by you
in your unconscious way, you saw
what must be done
that the two of us, that husbandwife team
could no longer sustain
our own journey
to become
whole and complete

you saw in that unconscious way
two spirits who had outlived
each other
our karma was gone
(did I hurt you this bad last time?)
our need to dream
became less important
than our need to wake up

in this way, I can see you


waking up (7 Dec 2011)

24 Jan

waking up from this fantasy
left open wounds, constant bleeding
I never knew if life or death
was more appealing

I never knew what I was capable of

pain, like that of an unborn child
can have no name, no face
and yet it cuts the deepest
loss of all

shame (30 Aug 2010)

8 Sep

dust kicked up
  is that where you look?
or do you see, despite the grit
in your eyes, the amorphous
being that makes you cry
         you know a glimpse
is all that’s needed of shame
it’s a drowning character
  of led weights
         if you’re willing
to name it and let it claw
at you for the second
it takes to find its name
and let too your ego scream
seriously let it wail
(just don’t defend)
         then, and only then
  the quality of shame dissolves
because it can only exist
  without a name
or any other close inspection
         it just can not hold itself
  without your consent
(which is always coveted
  and assumed)
so feel it pull away and
  let it pull away
(for a moment you will feel
damn yourself with tears
  in the process and
burst through like you are
following that concocted story
to its own end. Shame is a peculiar
death, because it never in fact

only as a name (03 Oct 2008)

17 Sep

who is this voice
you’re singing a story I wrote
you’re singing notes more familiar

than milk, than my memories
of you, Yes You

I don’t know how you come
only as a name
nothing more

a stranger to my life
I know nothing that brings you
alive, you come as a

broken neon sign
dully outlined and disappearing
at darkness

dreams are more vivid
and they fade quickly

sad stones (16 Feb 2008)

4 Sep

I came down the mountain
for this?
to hear again

we are made of the same
stone; to build, shelter shade
and shine

but we are not made
of the same stone to bind
and stop time

death by fantasy (10 Feb 2008)

4 Sep

and so when this river
is happy to go
another course

and watches as you make
your way into a dry bed, the
landmarks now point

to old memories, as if
evidence of lushness
passed through your veins

but you choose to trickle
thinly, hoping the ocean
will come in land

hoping actually that
the fishermen will
kill you quickly

just another drop (24 Dec 2007)

22 Aug

I wash into an
open heart, mine, to find
me relaxing beside the sea

playing on the swell, I am
the crest, unwavering
in the tide, I can

surrender to the rain
I can be just as I am
I can be just as I am, still

he tells me, sweet
open heart, sweet heart

it is not enough
to make love on this island
of the fullest kind

(of the kind where we no longer exist)

where romance and fantasy
butterfly kiss, and so we blink
or blur from tender gaze

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