Who needs sleep,
when crazy thoughts
cozy up to me?

loss, grief, pain,
shame, and guilt
are warm faithful bedfellows

I would paint you a picture of us standing there in the pouring rain. You with your blue jeans and checkered shirt smiling while holding me close and telling me that you won't let go.

*If only I could paint.

Bugles sang, saddening the evening air,
And bugles answered, sorrowful to hear.

Voices of boys were by the river-side.
Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad.
The shadow of the morrow weighed on men.

Voices of old despondency resigned,
Bowed by the shadow of the morrow, slept.

( ) dying tone
Of receding voices that will not return.
The wailing of the high far-travelling shells
And the deep cursing of the provoking ( )

The monstrous anger of our taciturn guns.
The majesty of the insults of their mouths.

To wait for you
is like being in a drought

The dry cracked lands
on the surface of the earth
await just a drop of rain
that will moisten up the soil

To nourish
and to stimulate
the life beneath.

The rain falls now
but only a light sprinkle

Is this an indication
that rain will soon come?

A downpour  
to revive my soul?

That after long anticipation
the sun will shine?

Part II

Tell me you love me
You want to be with me

And the most beautiful flower
will arise from the soil
to blossom before you

Tell me you are ready
You want to go steady

Rose petals spiralling out
bestowing a gentle and loving nature
on her part

Come to me she says
And you will find the nectar of bliss
at the centre of my heart


|VB|

My mother told me that
if I am ever kidnapped I
should bite off the skin on
the tip of my fingers so
the police can follow my blood trail
like breadcrumbs.

When he grabbed my hand
I looked back at
the street behind me,
it seemed so easy to follow,
the road to my home
is a straight line
from anywhere,
how could I get lost?

I left no mark
on the ground I walked on,
he carried me to
a place I had never seen,
the road he had found me on
did not even seem
like an option anymore,
it was too far gone.

I am walking,
I am calling out to them,
to anyone,
*I escaped,
please come get me,
wrap me in warm blankets
in the back of an ambulance,
blur my face in the news report,
find me,
I am coming home,
find me.

Air was filled with love
She was oblivious
Too naive to be compos mentis
Then something extra-mundane happened
She was enchanted by a smile
That everlasting smile made her go loony
Those eyes were twinkling like a star
Too close yet too far
That face was shining so bright
Slowly her feelings were blazed down
He faded like a rose, evanesces
Something pricked her eyes, Perplexed
And she was doomed by one thought
The thought of not seeing him again
The thought which discerned her
That he was just an illusion.

When all you feel is sadness
And malice take over
The soul within you desire peace
Fear poses you by exposure

When the world puts you down
There is no way out of this catastrophe
The pain you feel inside becomes perpetual
No matter how audacious you are
Time will lead you to a situation
Where there's no way out.