They say I am unstable
Flitting through life
From here to there

They want me to explain
My drum and fife
A tune they cannot hear

So I skip and jump
To a beat of my own
A song they often fear

So I write my words
Often in a poem
Yet still they are unclear






The Dead Spot

Walking Into The Abyss

Courtesy of: RiseEarth

There is a moment rarely found
Between hope and fear
Where silent eternity abounds
Unborn, limitless and clear
Where worlds and words fall away

This is where life is truly lived

Stepping from the edge of thought
The abyss greets one and all
From paths always fraught
To embrace the dead spot and fall
Awakening in the dream

With nowhere else to go




Into The Wasteland


This desolate space
Devoid of all detail
I know what still may be
From which all come

Never empty
The potential lives here
All futures live here
As I walk through the valley

Often I pray upon the past
Blind to this moment
Where all creation lives
As a sun rises for the first time

Every breath a first
Fresh and new
Never before born
Never to be repeated

And I am borne upon first rays
The promise of a new day
As all falls away
In this life’s play






Finite Lines


From here to there
Life seems
Beginnings to ends
Stitched seams

We were, and are
Then not
It always seems
Lives forgot

From one to another
We dream
For another’s hope
Life leans





In Time


Long in tooth and tired
Every breath questioned
Beauty wraps this heart

Love replaces all
Without time to explain
So silence will fall

So few words these days
Learning to see
Life in colours

Telling becomes hearing
Accepting as it is
Smiling for the young

Battles never won nor lost
With no reason or season
With no heed for the cost

(Inspired by Thomas à Kempis)



The Fall


Coutesy of: http://www.seldaokutan.com

When silence falls upon us all
The need for more creeps

Quietly cancer grows and grows
Never learning while we sleep

In this slumber we may live
To take but never give

When silence falls upon us all
Into cracked dreams life seeps

Quietly truth grows and sows
Seeds of love we may reap



In Translation


I speak or I write
You hear or see
Not said or written
To you from me

Words are of my past
I can say no more
Yet you understand
Your want and more

Inflection reigns down
Scavenged meanings lost
Building your own story
No matter the cost

Yet I will always try
To speak to a heart
One that never forgets
Why we are all apart