29 August, 2008 at 21:29 (Uncategorized)

There is nothing as soft as your kisses,
there is no touch as your touch,
in the sunlight, in the morning,
and gold… still there,
spread, like hair on my pillow.
Nothing as soft as your kisses,
memories of mists,
and the sunlight in windy woodland plays,
there is nothing like this.

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28 August, 2008 at 20:55 (Uncategorized)

And I hate that I can’t be there for you,
and I hate, that I’m here,
And I wish there was something I could do,
But then…isn’t that what everyone wants to hear.

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28 August, 2008 at 16:05 (Uncategorized)

Love is all it’s cracked up to be,
in all it’s breaking heartfelt agony,
and I stepped into this room,
knowingly blind,
believeing all you told me,
in some deliberate act,
as the Christian who wilfully ignores,
all evidence of random chance.
I stopped, and turned around,
at your call,
and said, that I would try it your way,
believe it all,
the golden threads, and I still believe,
that’s easy to say when the poison sprays,
over my eyes.
It’s so much harder,
as I watch the twisted thorns,
break your arms.

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25 August, 2008 at 22:08 (Uncategorized)

I was wise when I was young,
and surprisingly hollow inside.
Oh there are diamonds in my words,
and they are all dust today.
There were diamonds in the words,
and they are all dust today.
How wise I was,
how wise we were,
but the dreams we had,
were silent,
and when we opened our mouths,
they jarred.
There were diamonds in our words,
they are all dust today,
and there were diamonds in our hearts,
they twist with dust today,
how is it we are here?
How is it we had to say,
everything we had to say?
And was I wise when I was young,
or did I only take,
they easy way out?

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24 August, 2008 at 00:17 (Uncategorized)

I can taste which way the wind is blowing,
and I can see where the cards are falling,
it doesn’t mean I have to like it.
So let’s toss the dice,
lets toss the dice,
lets do this thing right,
and I’ll dance in the wind
and the cards lead my feet,
and I’ll dance ‘tween the trees,
neath the stars and the fae,
let them gaze on my steps,
open mouthed with disbelief,
I can see them.
I can see them all,
and that is my gift and to you,
I’ll dance,
or I’ll sing,
or I’ll crawl,
just you tell me and I will,
you can’t take away my gift,
no matter what you’d like
and no matter what they think when faced with my sight,
because I know,
I can tell,
where the wind blows strong,
and I know,
I can see,
where the card’s shadow is longest.
Doesn’t mean I willed it that way.
But let’s toss the dice,
let’s toss the dice,
let’s see them fall,
everyone and tell me are the eyes of the dark one high or low?
are we playing the aces?
or does the river tell me to go,?
I’m not very good when it comes to sticking,
I’d rather bet,
and lose in the winning,
let the wind blow long,
let it take it’s time, the future in coming,
because I’ve seen where it’s headed,
and me,
well I’m running,
oh let’s toss the dice,
toss the dice,
toss them high or low,
but let’s toss the dice,
toss the dice,
and which way, everyone will know.
Let’s dance through the trees,
let’s dance through the wood,
let’s face the rain,
and take the bad and the good,
because the aces keep coming,
are they high or are they low?
and the dice keep rolling,
it’s beginning to show,
the shadows through the trees,
as the sun sets low,
and the elves are coming,
silently, letting everyone know,
we should be heading west,
and it’s starting to show,
let’s toss the dice,
toss the dice,
toss ’em one more time,
toss ’em high toss ’em high,
for me and for mine as the fae folk are watching,
willing me to fall,
let me dance this one forever,
till the dice have me stall.
The aces are coming,
are the high or are they low?
And the elves, they are coming,
as we should be starting to go,
but you can’t hide my eyes,
and I can see the cards,
in the future the skies,
are red and hard, and I can see the skies,
and I can see the cards,
and though they bind my eyes I will always have seen,
everything, the beginning, the end, and I,
a queen,
cannot hold a candle when it comes to
an empress of elves,
and I though, have seen the stars,
seen where no one can have been,
and I,
alone am dancing,
through the middle of this wood,
and I alone am dancing,
though I wonder if I should.
The aces keep on coming, are they high or are they low?
And I alone am dancing,
the aches are beginning to show,
and I’m beginning to slow,
but I alone am dancing,
and I’ll dance, yes I will,
until my feet are bloodied, until your music has me still,
in the middle of this wood,
where I’m left by the dice
because I can see the wind,
and the cards keep falling,
and I can keep the wind,
and my footsteps keep me calling,
keep me dancing, hoping that you’ll look,
and I alone am dancing, and the brook keeps babbling,
and I will dance until I’m broken and I’m bloodied and I’m bowed,
I can see the cards falling,
they’re falling so loud,
and the wind howls so long,
and I will keep on dancing until the ending of my song,
as you keep the music playing and the fae look on,
wishing I had not seen them.
But I know that I could not,
do anything else, and look at what it got me,
look at this wood, look at this dance,
look at what I’ve seen in each and every glance,
I am dancing,
I am dancing,
let’s toss the dice now.
Toss the dice, toss the dice,
toss them, turn, and bow.

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Distance

22 August, 2008 at 23:43 (Uncategorized)

At one time it was imposed,
surely?
Can it always have been chosen?
Sometimes it seems that way,
and the inspiration to think,
suddenly too close,
too now,
too real,
and the distance,
is chosen.
Chosen or imposed, at the start,
hardly matters now,
only that I choose it.

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18 August, 2008 at 20:08 (Uncategorized)

The rain came down,
once eagerly awaited,
now simply desired
as it fills the sky, the air, the eyes,
And the lightning flashes,
I am struck,
by the energy,
the lashing out of the sky,
as it releases everything it has in a single,
glourious outpouring.
I am struck,
by how the rain,
pours on.

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18 August, 2008 at 13:54 (Uncategorized)

I went out into the dark.
It was warm inside as they all went mad,
but you were outside, alone
and the rain was coming on.
So I went out into the dark,
to sit, with my eyes on you.
He took his time, but he came.
I sat, and waited, for the rain
as you howled into the dark,
and they lost it in the warmth within.
Started to wonder if I should
bring you back into the warmth,
but I knew that I was, invisible,
and that you’d rather stay,
ride it all out in the dark and the rain and the wind;
until it had gone as far as it could,
and all that was left was yourself in the dark.
I sat still, didn’t move,
and he came.
Out into the dark he moved,
was not your name he called but another,
and he moved slow and careful now,
did not run past.
I was still and I watched,
as he called,
not he himself, he called you as a lover
calls to his beloved.
Not as he called you,
in another earshot,
in another world,
and you to he responded,
and you to he uncurled.
And the rain came on,
as I sat, still as I could in the dark,
and I waited;
as the tongues that were words that were other,
wrapped themselves around the present,
and the silence reshaped itself to the words that were spoken.
And I waited and was still and I watched,
as he lifted you,
deftly in the dark in his arms,
and carried you,
the lost wanderer besides you both, immediately discounted,
into the warmth within.
I watched, as silent as I could be in the dark.

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18 August, 2008 at 13:50 (Uncategorized)

Oh, if I could make you smile like that,
if I could make you smile like that,
I’d run.
But I love to see you smile,
long to see you happy, and then,
I look up from my washing,
I look up from my wine,
I look up from her hands on me,
and there is that smile.
Oh to know you’re happy,
oh to take joy in, all that makes you joyous,
oh to love the energy, that you pulse with,
is to write.
And if it were I,
then I would run,
It is not I,
and so I sit,
outside it all,
and throb with the sheer joy of endless sky,
of flowing golden vales and hills,
of the sunrise over the lakes.
If I could make you smile like that…
but I cannot, and so,
I write.

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18 August, 2008 at 13:11 (Uncategorized)

I darted glances to your face,
as the waves filled themselves around us.
And I, lost as I was, in the joy of it all,
stole glances, at your smile,
could not help it,
found my way to it, again, again, again,
in tiny darting glances.

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