Month: April 2011

Dressed Up in Time

maybe you should recognize|
my rest isn’t a pause, my count|
of one is really many, my heart|
maybe you should recognize|
my occurrence, my wave signature|
before telling me to stop beating|
breathing my dissent fire, blowing through|
the night, what it means to dream|
what it means to see|

Drone Bee

tired of waiting for you
Image by thewhitestdogalive via Flickr

Tired of being
Tired of caring
Tired of nothing
Tired of wanting
Tired of projecting
Tired of trying
Tired of processing
Tired of explaining
Tired of reaching
Tired of withdrawing
Tired of loving
Tired of hurting
Tired of crying
Tired of not crying
Tired of writing
Tired of exposing
Tired of seeking
Tired of blaming
Tired of accepting
Tired of regretting
Tired of giving
Tired of expecting
Tired of fearing
Tired of waiting
Tired of everthing
…

Clairvoyance

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Image by kiwinky via Flickr

As you turn away skipping
away with my sensibilities

my potential, I’m left with nothing
but a long for a time when I didn’t desire

to feel a breath as much as yours
your laughter haunting the corridors  

the ghost mirrors the absence, I ware it like naked jewelry
naked jewelry of bones on display of my limbed soul.

I needed that what I gave to you
I struggle without it, my diadem

you accepted without knowing
how precious a self is to give away

not keeping something for me…
You didn’t want me anyway…