Lost in the sands of time I am,

Cought in a current of life,

as an unfortunate one I see above the surface,

watching it all go by,

fighting is futile,

I cannot win,

Surender and drift 

Sledding

Laughter, glee, childish
The sleds rush by
Snow in the air from the boots trying to direct it
But in vain, the tree is coming, no, the garage, no the side of the house
A crash, a bang, more snow in the air
Mittens lost, hats on trees, boots in bushes
Face down in the snow, ready to ride again

Waking Dreams

I wait for you in my dreams,
But unleash wrath upon my loved ones when you come.
I look for you during the day,
But fear the moment I see you,
You besiege my walls,
and I wait three word.

The Lingering of the Soul

The past hang over me still
The dreams replay with in me
Unable to close the last chapter
The ink is still wet
The pain is still real

The sun shines
More often I must say
But at times I feel like I am in the center of the storm
The sun protruding through the eye
But darkness all around

Tick Tock

The butterflies in my stomach
The incisive looking at the clock, is it laughing at me and going slower? Or yet backwards?
When will this day end so I can see her again!

Genesis, the unwritten tale

In the beginning there was darkness,
and god said “LET THERE BE LIGHT”
and there was light and all was good,
and then there was darkness
and light
and darkness
and light
and darkness
and god said “JESUS, WILL YOU FUCK OFF WITH THE LIGHT SWITCH”

The Child in You

The child in you
So innocent and sweet
The mischief in your eyes
the blush upon your cheek
The tender way you speak
The touch of your warm hand
That gently touched my hair
The smiles that we shared
That filled my life with glee
For when I'm with you
I found the child in me

Venice by Night

Lights flicker and dance, the Grand Canal is lit up with candles and the lights from homes. Dancing is taking place in the streets, a carnival, with song, dance and food. I step off the gondola and walk into the square with St. Mark cathedral my right. With a flash there is a thousand faces on me, waiting for eye contact and acknowledgment of their existence.
But as I look close, those thousand faces vanish behind masks and only a dozen or more new faces stare at me, with hollow and empty eyes. I step forward, the echo of my shoe on the stone erupts like a children's laughter. My hand is grabbed by a woman in a beautiful red flowing dress and she whirls me around as the surroundings begin to once again move like a machines cogs.

   THE JOY, THE LOVE THE HAPPINUESS
   THE SKY, THE MOON, THE STARS
   MINGLING TOGETHER, GIVING LIFE A REASON

She pawns me off for another, as the moon beams light up the ground at our feet.
A man in black top hat and a long coat grabs my hands and begins to turn me. His face blank and white.

   SHE IS GONE, THE LOVE, THE PAIN
   WHY DO I KEEP LIVING
   THE SORROW, THE DEATH THE LACK OF EMOTIONS

The moon eclipses, the stars fade, everyone begins to look the same.
The joy is gone, the man in front of me keeps dancing, the colour is gone.
Everyone is black, with a white mask of death. The night becomes atemporal and begins.

   A TRANCE OF DANCE, A TRANCE OF DRINK

A single thought of her send the mind and emotions on a roller coaster.
The darkness of the past with out the light of the future nor the present. A hand touches me, so soft, so warm.

   THE PAIN IS THERE, THE LACK OF LOVE, MISSING SOMEONE
   WHO WAITS THERE FOR YOU, WAKES UP THINKING OF YOU,
   FALLS ASLEEP THINKING OF YOU

Her other hand grabs mine, the square becomes silent and stares.

   I SAW YOU DANCE, LIFE WAS DRAINED, TRANCE ENSUED
   LOOK ROUND, SEE THE BEAUTY, SEE THE JOY, YOU ARE NOT ALONE

The moon rose, the firmament appeared, colour was everywhere.
A thousand and one faces looked at me once more and music erupted.

Perpetual Mornings

I wake up with tears, I fall asleep with them as well. The flow of them have turned from days into weeks into seasons and years.

When does suicide become the answer? When is it only option to transcend the pain and agony of seasons gone by?

The Fisherman

The candles light dances on the table, the rain gently drummed on the roof. A breeze could be felt, the leafs swayed. The glow of the light illuminated her face, her golden hair moved with the wind. She began to tell me a story, about a fisherman and his soul. The falling out, the love, the heartbreak. As she spoke, I looked into her eyes, her voice was low, as to be whispering the story into my ear. Each word contained the meaning of life, each sentence was justification for existence. She never looked at me as she spoke, with her eyes focused on the dancing light she told the story. I closed my eye, picturing it all, being there as he cut his soul loose. Her voice, the most beautiful thing on earth had me in a trance. I hanged on each word, as if it were her last. I was in a far off land, with her voice as my guide, telling me this beautiful fable. But alas, it had to end. But I hope, when I sleep, I will dream of her, the fisherman, the mermaid and her voice, as my blanket and guide to the night.