sea travellers

"I'm scared, scared that they are just slipping away"

-  he took her chin, and raised her head to the clouds. for a moment they watched the world spin. 

"we live our lives floating down a stream, every body's got the same destination, everybodys going the same direction.  towards the sea. sometimes the stream is gentle, and time is pleasant, sometimes the current is strong its hold us under, the torrent twist and turns, pulls and churns at our hearts. we find  companions along the way, and we float together, alongside each other. but there will be a time where one of you is caught in a different tide, and as you might float in peace, they are dragged away by things beyong your control. beyong their control. if you try to hold onto them to tight, you will tear them in two. because alas, you can not fight the tides of time. but do not fear, for you will find each other again, among the seashells. "

- defeated

Pandora's plea

forever in a day, my heart is slowly fading away.

 a victim to time i cant hold my tears any longer.

 slice my cheeks and burn a hole through my soul. 
i surrender

scorned by my own follies. 

victim of my own misdirection. 

let me drown in a calm sea, floating among red poppies. 

let me sink. 

gently close my eyes, put a flower in their place.

 a reminder of what they lost in their blindness. 

deafened by the screech of your silence, 

and tormented by the absence of your violence. 

hand me a blade, 

the one to you i gave, in my misguidance.

 and i will place it along side me, 

my open grave, a tribute in honor of the memories i have slayed. 

the friendship i have betrayed, the trust i have mislaid. 
watch it decay

tie a bolder to my strength and drop it in the ocean. 

wait till i am colder. older. forgotten over and over. 

then let the tide regurgitate, return me. 
place your pain in the cart and i will carry it on my shoulders.

Pull me into your dreams, but only as a bystander. 

replace me 

but don't misplace me

don't forget you misguided me
with the feelings that you hide from me
the key you handed me
opened the door to my felony.
i believed you
and sinned unintentionally.

for the flowers that blow in the breeze, from the seashells that fell out the seas.

"we wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way,  begin no day where we have ended another day;  and  no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.

even while the earth sleeps we are travellers.

brief were my days among you and briefer still are the words i have spoken.

but should my voice fade in your ears, and my love vanish in your memory, know, i shall return with the tide. 

Although my simplicity may hide me,
and the greater silence enfold me,
when time permits will i seek your understanding. not in vain i shall seek, but so my truth shall reveal itself in a clearer voice, and in words more kin to your thoughts.

and if this day is not a fulfilment of your needs then let it be a promise till another day. 

mans needs change, but not their love. know, therefore, that from the greater silence i will return. "

an adpation from Kahil Gibran, The prophet.

The Puzzelled Dragonfly

in a muddle 

in a puddle 

in a world made of dismay

on a rock in the middle a dragon fly prayed

he was battered 

he was tattered 

he was in a terrible way

from the things in his heart he tried not to say

all the confusions

all the delusions

all the the emotions he couldn't convey

in his muddle of a puddle in his world of today.

punishment's punishments I

punishment's punishments

 

Rain, falling on my sleeves, please, fade it to a softer shade of green,

rain , dancing with the leaves, please,wash away my memories.


pain, dont forget my name ,please, someday soon we will meet again


pain, walking from the shame, please, i think its time to end this game.

the story Board: dancing with my hat on.

some times i dance with my hat on, 

sometimes i dance in the day,

  sometimes i dance to the silence, 

the silence,the sun and the rain. 

today im dancing with small steps,

  together we danced to your heart

tomorrow ill dance to a new sound 

the sound of a heart that wont start.

i miss the dance steps you taught me,

i miss you tomorrow and today. 

i miss the dancing you taught me, 

before the cancer took you away.

for Julie for sophie,

both who were too young.

the story Board: Message in a bottle

... (imagine this written on old music paper, found in a bottle floating out at sea).....


"for the moments we spent, and the memories we found
for the life that we dreamt in the love that we drowned.
tonight i am silent, i am lost out at sea,
for the day that i found you, was the day i lost me.


here is my hearts , amougst the notes and the waves
here is our history, between the music that you played"

the story Board: Skimming stones

Skimming Stones

under the shade of a sychamore tree,
on the edge of a pond sat a he and she.
both who were living with a burdening fee
for the she could not hear, and the he could not see.

and he sat there in the shade of the leaves,
listening to the rustle of the wind through the reeds,
till he heard a voice travelling in the breeze.
singing him tales of worlds overseas.

she painted him visions so clear he could feel.
her words flowed so gently as they tried to reveal
the movement of colour on ripe barley fields
or jewles and the treasure the seas try to conceal.

on the opposite shore, by a moss covered stone
sat a she who sangs songs to the wind and the gnomes

she dangled her feet into the water below

and read the ripples of love from his skimming stones.

whimsical melodies - The Pessimistic pheasant

I saw a little pheasant, sitting by a tree, I asked the little pheasants what was troubling he....

“every day I serenade the morning sun. Thanking him for letting me know the days begun. But each day he runs away back to the hills. The hills who hide him, disguise him demise him. They cover his nakedness with a cloth of darkness and they tease and torture the world with glimmering stars, and icy winds.”

...And I left the little pheasant sitting by the tree, because he spoke ill of the hills who everyday gave a sun to me.