SilenceYou meet my pleasantries
With such passivity,
Intercepting every smile,
With a blank stare.
My words are bouncing back to me,
As if you were a wall
It feels like you aren't giving me
Anything at all.
I ask about your day.
I tell you about mine.
Are you even alive?
Please, don't push me away.
Trestled ThoughtsTrestled thoughts in winter garden,
White snow lay 'pon quiet pardon,
The frost queen presides over all,
River, stream, lake and waterfall.
Misted wood where mystics play,
Weaving spells to guide the way,
Along they spread, along we follow,
And trestled thoughts may we borrow!
(Written in South West Poland, 13th Fenruary 2007)
Sixty-Seven Lies and Thirteen Truths
To whom it may concern,
At some point, you and I
Each read these words.
This is something that
No distance, no time,
No death can take away.
You and I shared an experience.
I want you to look at the
Ground below. At some point,
Somebody else has walked
On that piece of ground.
Future generations have
The past for company.
I don't have that luxury.
My only truths are my name
And how I sign it.
They all think they can fix meThey all think they can fix me.
But, what if I'm not broken?
I'm supposed to be in pieces?
What rule is there,
that says all people must be whole?
But still, they all think they can fix me.
With a sensual caress
or a wholesome home-life
or violent, unbridled passion.
Each has her own prescription.
I'll push away every hand
Each distraction is only that:
just a numbing anaesthesia
that can only mask the symptoms,
leaving the cancer
They all think they can fix me
but I know better –
and I've a feeling that now
even the cure would
The Waves of UncertaintyThere is truth in my waves of uncertainty,
their message hidden in the foam of my eyes.
to the glass
within my heart,
much too easily
from words of the wise.
Today is a lovely day, for a swim in the oil.
The clouds roll on in, and the rising of the sand.
Black scales left in footprints that I leave behind.
Teeth bring out the fear of what's left unplanned.
There is meaning in my waves of uncertainty,
their honesty shinning in my bottomless abyssal core.
won't stop turning
Things were simple thenWhen we laid next to one another,
our beating hearts aligned, as lovers,
it did not matter where or when
for things were oh so simple then.
We'd need not to exchange a word
to make each other's musings heard,
for we knew both the why and when
and things were oh so simple then.
Like mirrored minds we found a peace
the ribs of one completed leaf
each, in the other, making whole
the missing part of lonely souls.
If only we could live again
for things were oh so simple then.
HeartmindWhat happened to the days of old,
of knights and maidens and dreams untold,
of castles, kings and treasures of gold,
of horses and carriages and love so bold,
The dreams of children I see in my mind,
I miss these things I've left behind,
though they do stay in my heart I find
Just a dreamI once had a dream that I flew to the sky
Couldn't enter heaven 'cause I told a lie
When I denied it again, that's when I fell
Into the scorching flames in the pit of hell
The devil told me with a smirk on his face
"That's a stupid reason to go to this place"
I wanted to agree, yet deep in my heart
I knew it was my fault right from the start
Why wasn't I honest in my previous life?
Now reflecting, guilt cutting me like a knife
I swore before Satan that I would stay true
He scoffed at me, turned, and away he flew
I gasped when I woke up a little too quick
Sweating all over, my tangled hair slick
I smiled, giggled, then laughed very loud
Forgetting the promise that I had vowed