Wednesday, April 22, 2009


It has been hard.
To love you like no other,
Like me, and not another.
Yes, it has been quite, quite hard.

Why should it be so hard?
I ask myself, on dark blue nights,
Lying silent, amidst flickering lights.
Why, oh why, should it be so hard?

So up the hill, for so long.
Just to make you open your heart,
To tell me, when I botch my part.
Upstream, up river, again.

So tiring, so nerve racking.
Even when it went wrong, it felt right,
Always worth a little more fight.
Certainly painful, ceremoniously sad.

But Precious, do you see?
You, I did not want to change
Never to become a lover strange.
Just the way you are, and that is hard.

The hardships will melt away.
Bruised hearts will mend,
Yet with madness waiting just around the bend,
I'll still love you the hard way.

Sunday, April 05, 2009

Blue Moon

Blue moon, shimmer.
Shimmer to paint
a quaint
sticky, liquid slowly.

Silver ice, summon.
Summon the cold
to hold
gently, liquid free.


Is it not the best way to cry...
To cry alone.
When sleep sings her lullaby
To sing hoarse.
I am a bard in my dreams
A singer of woes
like the socks that show my toes.
Deep inside, my sorrows seduce
my living being to
ecstasies of
pain. It makes me come alive.
In my dreams, and my lore,
making fear
my destined whore.
Besiege me. With my truths.
Behead me. With my faith.
Betray me. With me.


Spliced soul, shriek.
Shriek to say
what may
never be heard