Lone Travelers

I slow the membranes of my core to a whisper
so silent that unless left very still, you shall not hear them
to practice for uses beyond ego and fear
to prevail on the other side of tragedy
for in this place, nothing is viewed as a loss

those tears that do run
are mourning thousands upon thousands 
of minutes unaware of the great lies
all that was believed
all that once was
has lost its ability to hold truth
for we are now the unbeliever

However, we stand tall on the other side
very aware of the deceit and destruction
keeping our minds clear
and our beings at a distance

I can warn you all I like
although I am aware of the greater knowledge
and with that I know you need travel that journey alone

I wish you peace.

subtlety

there's a subtle confidence in all my uncertainty.

 

 

Simply Honest

for a mind which is ripe with excitement for life
to tell tales of love, adventure and compassion
I will not place my shoe in your way
for your way is forward
the most complete direction on this plane

to taint your objectives
is to tare the life from your very hands
we shall never see quite clearly through each others eyes
therefore we shall never be so ignorant as to believe
that we know best for anyone but ourselves

this does not mean you cannot comfort or listen
or accept their words
it simply means they will find their own way
no matter how many words you say
or how many times you repeat them

for we only truly listen
when we are ready to hear

truth is simple, we just like to complicate it.

Many

I AM NOT ONE ALONE

I AM ONE OF MANY

 

The Caterpillar That Didn't Know She Could Fly

She closed her eyes
as if to close her heart within the same beat
the distaste that ran her mouth dry
wore more colour than the red to her cheeks

here lies her insanity
here is her broken heart
for every thought or feeling
holds a mirrored vibration

a broken trust can only be mended with time
driven out of silence towards repair
to find the two that can make sense of one

a whisper can only be heard if it is wished to be received
and i know not ask until that which be forgiven is welcomed
for an unwelcomed apology fares no difference
than a smile with no lips to hold it

too wounded to see any other
too distracted to hear any more
cocooned for feared survival
left to step from the repeated beginning

Those Stars

the sky is a new love of mine

although i prefer the sun,

there's just something magical about those stars

 

Blue Jay

why so mysterious?
so caught up in ones brain
why so distant?
distracted and distracting the same

i can't help but wonder
with your quietness so confusing
i can't help but question
to find your truths through calculated thoughts

caught off guard and vulnerable

locked into your pleasing awe

naivety turned into maniacal judgements

scrutinizing and losing of fun

wishing to return to moments of the unaware

enjoyments and comments of ease

for knowledge and wishing of more

too torturous for the unanswered

no fault but mine

for i let it all slip from my grasp

slipping and stumbling back up icy rocks

to the dirt path that once knew my way

for i naively thought i'd veered with another

but the further along the uncharted territory i got

the more alone and foolish i felt

whether he meant to follow or lead

is not here nor there

the fact that i stand all alone

is the real proof that it wasn't true to begin with

as i find my way back to my path

i clean off my muddy boots

and focus stubbornly ahead

i may always choose to follow the stray blue jay

and i may always look back with a slight frown

however i rest strongly in my belief that just once..

..that blue jay may turn out to be me.

 

Struggling With Mind Demons

I struggled for a long time, often against myself

unwilling to let go for fear

fear ruled my world and I happily subscribed

for within the fear there was comfort