raindrops

raindrops drip.

through storm clouds rip;

midnight’s watch

shining  through

//

raindrops drip.

these thirsty dreams

slowly sip;

breathe in deep

//

raindrops  dripping

down window panes;

upon her face,

slumber awakes

//

we awoke

among the dawn;

upon her brow

 soft kiss I placed

//

raindrops drip.

through storm clouds rip;

midnight’s watch

shining through

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the needle

from the greyish bedroom window

oh, what i saw!

upon the cold, white winter’s chill;

from behind the curtains draw,

was a cold ghostly stare peeking, looking down;

behind the pictures of thought

there,  lurking behind an old graveyard stone

from within eyes that shine bright

like a needle injection,

pain draws in familiarity

in any given darkness

in the bare winter tree groves

the wind cuts, whispers and speaks

between the naked branches

from the greyish bedroom window

oh, what i saw

upon the cold, white winter’s chill;

from behind the curtains draw,

from the behind the chilled dawning glass

the breath reflects and fogs.

to mine i have none!

the long needle slowly injects the pain

even before the brewing of coffee!

the morning broke open,

shining in its greyish winter’s glory

from the greyish bedroom window

oh, what i saw!

upon the cold, white winter’s chill…

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out where lighthouses shine

in billowing

cold salty winds,

deep within the frozen waters

are the thoughts that brine;

where lighthouses shine,

out from the offing

where memories flux

they forever come to shore

in current tides

and washes upon my feet.

the salty air billows

and draws deep

within the sea.

the thoughts that brine well within,

are sunken below

sought in, i seek out;

in the frozen deep

in the icy blue ocean of memories;

forever remembering..

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tangoed and tangled

as i woke in the morning sands,

i watched my dreams come and go.

like the powerful crashing symphonic waves washing ashore

thoughts of her come and go.

tangoed and tangled

i’ve watched her come and go

at no one’s fault but my own!

her face appears between the wishing and wanting,

woven between these memories i keep

i stand here with my thoughts

reflected in revisiting dream –

i stand in the morning sands

as my hollowed soul starts to fill

with the dawning sun gazing!

looking out afar,

i stare past the distant awaiting horizon

as the deep salted breeze

whispered past my thoughts.

here i stand the waves symphonic song

as the moonlight brightly seeks

as desire peeks;

breaks me down and carries me away.

as i woke in the morning sands,

i watched my dreams come and go.

 

 

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writer’s block

i’m not going to sugar coat it.

to tell you that it’s just a case of writers block

would be the farthest from the truth.

the ideas of new overflow in my head;

the ability to write has seemed to have temporary disappeared

something’s missing when she isn’t here with me.

like hurdling a wall that can’s even be climbed,

the frustration mounts as the ideas get blocked by distractions.

the audience awaits for another desired rhyme,

but the stage sits empty.

just is the momentary season of without

and a life without is just that -just.

i sit with my pen and paper,

and all i do is just stare at a blank piece of imagination.

looking for that moment of breakthrough that brings another fulfilling story.

letters drawn up to form words,

but the words have nowhere to go,

and draw up the incompletion instead.

mumble jumble nonsense goes nowhere

and the thought of the stories once written mislead.

i’ve sat in this chair night after night,

trying my best to complete just a paragraph or two,

and i can’t even do that.

//

her memory makes me smile

her memory makes me desire.

her eyes, her smile

and the way her hand fits in mine.

i can still feel her under the flannel sheets

as the fire crackles through the wine glass clinks

we drank a toast to the past, and we drank a toast to the future

i can still feel her under the flannel sheets.

the laughs always came in conversation

and the tears always would fall when talk about the parting.

two hours behind and yet what seems like 10,000 miles in between.

her memory makes me smile

her memory makes me desire.

her eyes, her smile

and the way her hand fits in mine.

i can still feel her under theses flannel sheets.

//

in winter’s cold and snowy landscape,

there sat my cabin.

outside;

blanketed by the over night snow.

and did you know, inside,

it’s warm and woodsy,

the fire roars and heats the frozen thoughts i pen out .

a passionate kiss;

the moment when her lips touches mine

the way we hold each other when we sleep;

now a loving memory and a desired hope to be again.

but i’m not going to sugar coat it.

to tell you that it’s just a case of writers block

would be the farthest from the truth.

the ideas of new overflow in my head;

the ability to write has seemed to have temporary disappeared

something’s missing when she isn’t here with me.

like hurdling a wall that can’s even be climbed,

the frustration mounts as the ideas get blocked by distractions.

the audience awaits for another desired rhyme,

but the stage sits empty.

just is the momentary season of without

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hollow coves

hollow coves,

loving;

loveless waters.

seek! ;

and be sought.

follow dreams

and leave such behind!

hollow coves,

sail on mirrored waves;

quietly i whisper in a forbidden forest i seek.

hollow coves.

canoe.

i paddle, cutting the silent waters

slicing through the cold fog;

damp and heavy.

where day is headed,

into a deep and dark navy;

the moon faces one in many.

and there do i; can i

wrap its welcome around you.

hollow coves.

 

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though these woods

through these woods i walk;

distractions disappear

and thoughts quickly fly around

as i catch them in a sighed squawk.

//

through these, autumn colours fall

i have committed these trespasses

and put myself on this stake

and under the fire of regret, i will burn

//

the faces in the window

are the ones that are recognized in remembering what once was;

but know i can not continue

seeking for what i had; who’s to say we were fair?

//

through these woods i walk;

woods of thick brush and mighty trees; here stands my life.

autumn colours and thick evergreen fur

i stand in the woods i created; lost and sorry

//

through these woods i walk;

distractions disappear

and thoughts quickly fly around

as i catch them in a sighed squawk

//

a future will be haunted everyday

from what was a beautiful yesterday;

for yesterday had you there

and regrets that i hold, i can not carry

//

the snow began to fall quietly as i headed back to the cabin.

and there, i brushed off the chill and sat by the fire.

for yesterday had you there

regrets that i hold, i can not carry and i am sorry.

//

through these woods i walk;

distractions disappear

and thoughts quickly fly around

as i catch them in a sighed squawk

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canvas

i have seen you

in charcoal pencil

and pastel oils

upon canvas i have dreamt;

eyes of shimmering light

hair of softening silk

i have painted you;

in dreams i have seen

choral thoughts

melodic song

poetic pain

in dreams i have seen;

i have seen you

in charcoal pencil

and pastel oils

upon canvas i have dreamt;

eyes of shimmering light

hair of softening silk

i have painted you;

in dreams i have seen

i have painted you

 

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i took a walk

i took a walk;

before the early autumn sun faded behind

in some sort of misty fog,

through these woods i walk;

distractions disappear

and thoughts are like moss,

catching them in a sighed squawk.

i took a walk.

the early morning in late October,

distractions were clear,

and yet seemed unforeseen.

nothing i could say to anybody

could never really explain my emotion or thought.

i felt trapped in a world that was dealt;

and as i walk,

with each step counted

with each autumn leaf fallen on the cold cobblestone path

the thought of you flashed between this and that,

what was and what could have been.

each step got me further away

and yet tightened the chain of the memories pain.

you are a summer’s sun;

in some deep forest winter scene;

on a carousel here i am.

the world that spins in a jar

full of Polaroids and untaken memories

here i walk through big lots of vast open prairie

swallowed by the big North Dakota sky.

in an early Saturday morning mist

i buttoned up my coat,

and took a deep breath.

the cold air surround my thoughts

as i mourned for yesterday’s death.

hope was a child we conceived together

but died in our arms from a form of carelessness.

oh, i took a walk;

because the pain became

before the early autumn sun

fading behind

in some sort of misty fog,

i took a walk to settle everything that wasn’t familiar.

i fought between the pain and freedom,

i fought between going back and just running away.

going back is and never will be an option,

but now, i am living without you and i must move on.

tomorrow always starts a brand new – no matter what.

so i must carry on!

today!,

i took a walk;

before the early autumn sun faded behind

in some sort of misty fog,

i took a walk and found myself again –

just a little bit at a time;

i took a walk

 

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phantasm

perforated days

hid from the high noon

and the midnight moon

jaded and naked through night

the London rain fell in mist

and washed upon the alleyway cobblestones;

footstep by footstep there i walk

between the well lit windows

and the barking dogs fence;

there, memories danced with raindrops

all that was, all that could have been

nevermore

could i ignore.

evergreen peaks

are breathless in a snowfall fog

sitting silent in Decembers song

perforated days

hid from the high noon

and the midnight moon

jaded and naked through night

i close my eyes.

without sleep, i dream;

i close my eyes wide open

in perforated days

hidden from the high noon

and the midnight moon.

jaded and naked through night,

the London rain fell in mist

and washed upon the alleyway cobblestones…

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