31 January 2008

it's been a long night

a northbound train speeding along weather-worn tracks,
she's leaving behind a wayward past

the only place she knows she really wants to go,
is somewhere completely unknown

somewhere,
where morning's on the horizon.

10 January 2008

part II

words fall like droplets of water
in a waterfall
exploding upon impact
against weather worn rocks-
worn smooth and glassy by
the act of persistence

the damage is internalized when there's no one left to blame
self-imposed scars, the color of the moonless midnight sky,
or,.. deep in the earth in a cave untouched by a single particle of light,..
self-imposed scars aid the healing

black isn't the absence of color, it's all the colors mixed together
and water isn't pure, just strong and unyielding

scars self-imposed. hundreds of needles a minute
penetrating previously untainted skin
hundreds of needles a minute
unyielding and strong
like droplets in a waterfall

yesterday was yesterday
and a year ago is a decade away
when you toss out all the illusions
and you take hold of all that is true, to you
you take hold of a road all your own, on your own
and you wonder if he'll ever look deep enough to see..

and every time you're in the pre-dawn desert, and swallowed by a billion stars
and every time you find euphoric magic, in the subtle melody of a song
every time a simple piece of beauty is unleashed upon your heart, by the ways of the world
every time
every time you'll think of him first

every time

every time you take hold of all that is true, to you..
every time you'll think of him first

every time.

but yesterday is yesterday and so far gone
a year ago is a million miles away
but among the droplets of water, so persistent and strong
and all the magic in the world
unleashed,..

you toss out the illusions
and take hold of all that is true, to you
you take hold of a road all your own, on your own,..

but you still wonder if he'll ever look deep enough to see...

06 January 2008

immutable waters

the depths of alone are like an abyss of the ocean
full of immutable waters of knowledge of self

there's one in this neighborhood with ink on his arm
says, "brother of darkness and alone"

it's not what you wanted, but it's what you came here for.