Simple, Love.

Did you wonder how I flew,

Across the sky to be with you,

Did you wonder why I stay,

Between the Sunshine and the grey,

Have you thought about our fate,

As we forget all hints of hate.

Have thought about our smiles,

That never fades even with the miles,

It’s simple to see why we are,

whether close, whether far,

It is love simple and true,

What made me fly straight to you.

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Heart and Wing

Tall stands the heart of cold

the agent of despair

the owner of souls

never meant for him.

Ever watchful is the bird

with wings spread wide

eyes all-knowing

all manner of sin.

The heart and the bird

in a dance of forever

one waiting to steal

the other wanting to save.

In the shadow and light

with fist and wing

each wanting the end

with the roads each paves.

And above the dance

is a god still sleeping

lost in a slumber

seeing with no eyes.

The heart likes the slumber

The bird wants him roused

and the world cries out

before the day dies.

 

 

 

Run.

The air escaped my lungs like a slow leak from a bicycle tire worn through from summer after summer of hard riding. I could hear it feel it, fuck, I could practically see it. The grass under me was dry and stabbing me with needles and itch. I wanted to get up wanted to keep running, but my body was now my enemy and I had lost any battle I was in.

I waited eyes growing heavy. I waited for the inevitable dark that had been chasing me for hours. How do you fight the dark? The answer is you can’t, you run always trying to stay ahead of it. You keep in the light chase the light with everything you have. You have to want it more than anything, reach so deep that you can do the miraculous.

I wanted it so badly that I broke the bonds of my limitations. I ran faster, jumped higher, I pushed until I practically flew! And then I did. I felt gravity give up fighting my desires. I saw my feet leave the ground and not need land again. I soared toward the light and even though it ran from me, I kept up. I was going to beat the darkness behind me.

The wind rushed through my hair. Speed was key, I had to be fast. The light was there and all around me. As long as I was in it I was winning. The only problem was I wasn’t winning I just didn’t realize I was losing.

It was in the speed. I wasn’t really as fast as I thought and the dark was not far behind me. Soon I could see the horizon behind me and see the shadow creeping miles behind. As time passed the shadow approached. I was losing as I was tiring. It seemed even flying took its toll.

The sky was darker. I looked all around me and saw the twilight of the evening encroaching. My breath always gave it away. When I was running, jumping and now flying, the limits were not broken. I pushed myself harder, concentrating on nothing but the light. I felt speed, felt the wind pick up and then the crush in my lungs.

I fell and now I am lying here in the dry grass. The sky slowly turning and soon my enemy will find me. Even now I can hear its growl. I can hear its claws clicking in the dry dirt. An echo in the distance getting closer.

My arm is numb, my breath getting shorter and weaker. I can’t fight the dark. I see the last of the light in my life go dark and I know I have lost the long fight. It is all around me now. The teeth digging into my flesh as the darkness swims around me, stalking me…I let go of the needle and I am gone.

 

Courage.

She stood on the edge staring down at the water below. The river moving with the sound of a train. She could see it slam against the concrete supports sending geysers into the air. It was hypnotizing, the sound and movement. She felt the power below her, felt the wind made by the water push up against her legs. She teetered there, waiting for the courage to do it.

She wished it to come. She yearned for it as she moved her leg closer…closer…she had the courage. She had found it. She let her legs step off the edge and dropped on to the bridge. She turned back to the ledge.

“Not today fucker, not today.”

She pulled her coat tight around her and walked away.

better off…not me…

i can hear it,

across a sea of whimsy

across an ocean of tears

held on a breath of circumstance

and in the arms of what a dream can be

a silence deafening

a roar of distant wanting

like a lost child

in a crowd of strangers

i will love you

i will always love you

and look to the sky

and dream to fly

in clouds of white

away from the here and now

the lowliness of being

that person that was simply

not me.

 

 

Back of the Line.

Hey!

You sitting over there,

With your pressed suit,

and crisp white tie…

Who are you?

You look at me!

You judge me!

Because of my old shoes,

And wrinkled grey pants,

My frayed tie,

My off white shirt,

You think you know me,

You judge me,

Fuck you!

And your crisp white tie!

And your shiny black shoes,

and your perfect hair…

Yeah I don’t have hair…

I have experience,

and children,

I have lived, loved, laughed, cried…

and then I died…poorly…

…and you judge me?

 

You want me,

I’ll be at the back of the line…

Fucking angels.

 

 

 

Love left to wind.

Her love was like a dandelion, she would laugh at that. I don’t mean the flower or the colour yellow, but the aged white fluffy kind. The kind that looks soft and inviting, like down, fixed on a stem. You reach for it and hold it in your hand, then the wind picks up and it disappears in pieces, reaching for the sky. Funny thing about dandelions, even when they leave, its beautiful.