Monday, 3 November 2008
Para Ana
Tuesday, 3 June 2008
Voices.
Wednesday, 19 March 2008
Nature's Innocence
Saturday, 8 March 2008
Why I Don't Think
Sunday, 3 February 2008
Sleep
So sleep, my angel, a breath from your pain,
Dream beyond your mortality,
Close your eyes of innocence.
Open, bleak and tarred thoughts.
Asleep, leave behind sick reality.
Nullified being.
Twisting in your pain, incomprehensible,
To one so young, perfect,
Sleep.
If you will ever cry,
The first tear will ask,
Why me?
And my cradle shall sway,
Empty of an answer, my baby,
And hours of black,
Shall be coloured in sleep.
Sink, dream from beneath memories.
The pain languishes within you,
Indescribable to a lost future.
Close your souls windows, sweet
Shut out the fiendish noise,
Meaningless to so many,
Sleep.
And I shall weep, when will it stop?
And innocent beings freed.
One day there will be an end,
And I shall pray and,
Caress your hearts slowing beat,
One, two…one…two…
My lips will moisten yours, blue,
And I shall whisper a lullaby,
Only you will hear, before you enter
A world of magical beauty.
Sleep.
Those tender words shall take you,
Into the clouds of heaven,
And my words, baby, my only child,
Will take my soul forever with yours.
My words daughter, my love,
Shall be these,
Be at peace.
The memory of one so young,
Will live in their conscience forever.
Now you can rest and dream away the dark,
Sleep my baby,
Sleep.
Sunday, 27 January 2008
Mirrored
For an instant, a single cell of time, which to an other being may be called a second when defined within the dimensions of normality, a heartbeat, the time it takes to diverge from one thought to another insignificant, transient thought, the time it takes for a single tear to fall from a harpsichords eye; for that moment is an eternity of loneliness and so shall be the next, and the next, empty, fallen again and repeated yet with insurmountable time passing back and forth between ticks and i am still here, numb.