In amber, I wait
For your return
Preserving myself
So I don’t wither away
As I yearn
Poetry
Moustachioed blues
My moustachioed bird
A flash of blue
On your wings
That take you to the places
You were born to go to
My moustachioed blues
A flash of beige
In the trees
I know it’s you
The way you squawk at me
Moustachioed blues
I love you
I love you
My moustachioed blues
My moustachioed blues
An ode to the Jays
An irregelar ode
I’m irregular
My moustachioed blues
I love you
I love you
A flash of beige
I know it’s you
The way you squawk at me
I know it’s you
Up in those trees
A flash of blue
Upon your wings
My moustachioed blues
I love you
I love you…..
Heartbroken: sorry
Send a message to the world
Whisper in her ears
Let my care for her be heard
I need her to know
She’s my best friend
And i’m so sad to see her go
Send a message to the world
Let her know i’m looking out for her
Tell her that even though i’m not there
I will always care
And if I could, i’d be everywhere
Just so I could be with her.
Send a message to the world
I’m sorry for how we parted
Tell her, I love her.
Watching shadows of wildlife on my wall
Shadows of dinosaurs
On my wall
Bushy tails shaking
Communicating
Something I can’t decipher
Perhaps about a dinosaur up above
About to come down
And grasp at life with its talons
I need to be a giant
I’m too small
For these feelings and thoughts
I need to be a giant
To keep it all contained
Inside
Feeding the Jays
Awaiting your arrival
Every day
Prepared and ready
For when you fly my way
A banquet awaiting you
My moustachioed
Squawking
Jay.
Silence 2
Not all silence is absence
But something trying to fulfil itself
Without success
Exhaled in sighs
Emptying trinkets in the shape of humans
Full of recycled baggage
Trying to return to our innocence
Facing the dilemma of our darker sides
Silence
The arrival…
Of footfalls…
The birds singing…
Wilting flowers
In the funeral home
That breath …
Sighed…
That lingering goodnight kiss
Remembered.
Footsteps…
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Each silence has it’s own sound
Desperation in socks
You, desperation in socks
Sanity heard you coming
And changed all the locks
You wanted to be like anyone else
But you crystalised
Into yourself
Who you tryin’ to kid.
Who you tryin’ to kid anyway
You’re just a man, on the fray
Falling at the seams
Collecting the shards of all your broken dreams
Sharp enough to cut your wrists
You’ve got desperation in your eyes
It’s in your reflection
Who you despise
You want to be someone else
Who you are, makes you unwell
You’re dying but you figure
Everyone else is dying too
So what does it matter
If you linger
Isn’t that what everyone else is doing anyway?
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