Tag Archive | poetry

(Unnamed 3) (May 2008)

Tiptoeing on shadows, am I Fleeting contact that flees from the light Yet its born of the light And a child of the night Beast of both, burden I loathe Soldiering on feelings, am I Unbidden gems that rely on sight Yet they don’t use my sight Can’t be suppressed by might Child of rage, […]

Truth (April 2008)

What is truth? Does it have a place anymore? Based on our memories, maybe Fluid as our heart driven core Is it justice? No, that’s a political game Based on the evidence, maybe Changeable as the blame Can it feel? Know how to find its way back home? Based on morality, maybe In the truth […]

Metaphorically Speaking (March 2008)

Oblique in reference They have no name Matters of the obscura Part fauna, part flora Never something tame Chasms of experience They feel no shame Sensing all and absorbing Cataloguing, resourcing Remaining the same What I refer to is thought Wonderful, unchained, unbound Limitless, all around Bringing life to what we’ve sought Like breathing into […]

(Unnamed 2) (March 2008)

Green flies past Like a mask for the world Told in flashback Green is vast Sunlight streams Reminescent of life Fleeting freezeframes Sunlight dreams And I sit here Contemplating mankind Dwelling on the evil, the good The suffering, the joy But wanting nothing more Then to belong to the people of the sky Chantal ✗

Dysfunction (March 2008)

Troubled eyes, troubled lives Slowly severing my sanity I close my eyes, troubled eyes Can’t let it wash over me I clench a fist, squeeze ever tight Won’t let go, ’till you bathe me in light Troubled eyes, troubled lives Let me replace the night “It’s dark!” I cry, the tears they fall Can’t see […]

(unnamed) (March 2008)

Lying naked, pen in hand Watching the ink spill into me Semi kind of something Singing words to me I struggle noiselessly Watching the words take shape Unnatural? We’re scared The songwriters jape Don’t look at me No more lines to read between Spiritual caligraphy He speaks, my phantom muse I write on wordlessly Don’t […]

Casualty of War (July 2005)

Poetry flashes in photographic stills Through the mind of him He who is ‘ill’ If only they could see, if only they could see Into he who is, “lacking Lucidity”! And so his gems gather dust His minds eye succumbs to rust And so falls the glass-eyed stare His thoughts float here and there But […]