Dialect

They said I was sickAnd I’ve always been naiveTurns out it’s not me they seeJust the moments I succeed And I guess we define it differentlySame words, old dialect in a new sceneYears spent as an understudy with my own hands on the stringsWith multicoloured pens tucked into my shirt seamMoving slowly with the extras, Trying to match the mood swings You could say this isn’t … Continue reading Dialect

Stuffed Owls

I know I’ve walked these stairsOnce soft carpet, now bareStripped away the marks we madeSomething’s never change Window sill still in decayA two-step followed by an arm raiseBroken latch on the back gateBlueprints of reimagined fate And now the voices echo off the wallsRepeating stories you thought we forgotShoulder stretched from room to roomFingernails bled straight throughHolding out without reprieveAnother drawn out soliloquy An empty nest … Continue reading Stuffed Owls

Here With Me

I’ve been walking a thin lineI’ve been swinging off balconiesI’ve been waiting such a long timeJust to have you here with me I’ve been letting go of old dreamsI’ve been fishing upstreamI’ve been crawling under barbed wireChoosing sickness over sleepTo be sure of what I seeTo have you here with me I’ve been taming dragonsHealing people in the streetI’ve been ignoring warning signs A train engine … Continue reading Here With Me

Constitution

From the streetBuried disillusionCan’t competeLess than uselessStill I seeNothing moving, No restitutionA one-sided outdated constitution Written over unmarked graves No need to explain anythingReinvent reasons for choices madeIf you just pretend, it’s okay They say to let things fall where they mayThey say there’s a plan for things being this wayFor the greater good, they boldly proclaimHanging the hoods used to conceal their face Rested on concreteFace … Continue reading Constitution

Cloth

Cut from the clothCollected scraps from the FleaChosen to leadPoisoned the well which we drink It’s all for the causeThe cause is in meA bartender keeps tabsWhile you spit blood in the sink Make way for the crusadersThe last of the divineIntervening will get you nowhereListening might Stand behind pillarsAn honest scout turns an eyeFumes emit from a sprinklerThey surround the outside Continue reading Cloth

Manic

From the vault, date unknown, sometime 2005-2006. They look like a manic Scribbled words at       r      a    n     d     o     m  on blank paper,  no  structure, s Catte red  all. over. Something out of a ransom It’s like I drank ink and spit it, a dark blotchy messBut those words on that page are me at my best Continue reading Manic

Twenty Below

From the Vault, edited slightly before posting. Originally dated sometime in 2006 or so. Winter’s not so badWhen the snow lands on rooftopsAnd the ice begins to bindLocking everything downBut for a moment, the world is stillNot that those houses have legsBut boy, those walls sure could talkCould’ve fooled me anyway It’s twenty below and I’m dying of heatMust be all that hot air escaping … Continue reading Twenty Below

Rabbit Bay

The cool air acts as a net, wrapping the trees in its hollow embraceThe dewey fog resting quietly over the lake,protecting the creatures below while they sleepThe distance becoming even more distant – hidden,in plain sightThe water lays still, invitinglybut just a drop of it is enough to send a chill up your spineA line sinks into the waterLost to the thick algae beneathThe tiny hairs … Continue reading Rabbit Bay