Life feels like a marathon
where I no longer have it in me
to run.
writing
Time is indifferent.
I resent how time
Doesn’t stop
When all should be still
To remember you
I resent how breaths
Can be seen in the cold
Life continuing
As if to be so bold
Like you were never even here
How the wind howls against the windows
As if to threaten to shatter warmth
Even though I’m already cold
As I imagine you are, somewhere out there
Cold, and already so old
As if time hastened its arrival
Letting you go
So chronologically young.
Preserving myself
In amber, I wait
For your return
Preserving myself
So I don’t wither away
As I yearn
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…..
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…
R
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Each silence has it’s own sound
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?
Heavy hearts
Trying to go with the flow
In ways in which
Heavy hearts seldom float
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