we are all made of stars
cast down from the heavens
and turned into
a form we can recognize.

perhaps
we are not all made for a life
on this planet
and should have stayed with the stars.

maybe that is why
some of us look for a way
back to the stars
because we were not made
for this.

Fully cooked batter,
Sprinkle of half-baked sighs.
A recipe of truth —
Never a lie.

Throw out the salt;
Add aged cheese,
A dollop of sugar,
A dash of chilies.

Don’t mention the sweat,
Nor the quiet cries.
Because
It’s the recipe of truth —
Never a lie.

Serve the truth,
Or leave it dry.
Maybe a pinch of water,
But never a lie.

They say that when you know
You know
And I know that with you I’m safe
I know
They say it’s too soon but with you
I know
When I say I could keep you forever
I know
If you’re not here I don’t feel like me now
I know
I know you want time all alone but
I know
And despite you not knowing it yet
I know, I know, I know

It was an alien concept
The idea
That love is blind
Until I met you.
That’s not to say that you
Aren’t beautiful
Yours is just a different kind
One I didn’t appreciate
Until now.
I thought I knew what
My type was
So set in my ways
I had no idea they had
Become prisons.
But now nothing looks the same
Everything is brighter
Every colour reminds me
Of you.
Now that I know you I feel
Everything deeper
My senses are more alert
I see your voice and I
Feel it on my skin.  
This must be what real love feels like
I had no idea that everything
I wanted
Everything I could ever need
Was in you
But here you are.

so what if I talk to myself
when I’m alone and
how the hell do you know  ..

wish i wrote like you guys, wish it were more direct.



it has been noted as abstract, yet i cannot see that.



he wanted a garden, this one. we  looked

at other houses, he wanted this one.



with

a garden as seed for the future.



when he died i let it grow and hid here. now

i tidy , grow seeds for the future.

Your name feels like a northern breeze,
A kiss of cold upon my sleeve
Not meant to stay, but still it clings,
Like winter's hush that won't quite leave.

You never see the way I turn
To catch the shimmer when you pass.
Just snow that settles where it's still
Not bold, not bright… but built to last.