Memories still haunt you in dreams
the worst ones aren't violent nor perverse.
The worst dreams are the ones you wish came true
they haunt you with De Ja Vu
donning swords and Fu Manchu.
Kreuger retreated, he knew he met his match
because love is the most infectious illness one can catch.
It starts with a thought, a flicker, a ...
Thursday 4th August 2011 6:34 pm
A winsome voice rose
into the unlit sky
its fingers harped
A bare vignette lurched
into the shadows
its claws scraped
An arm is raised high
blurry stars in witness
its blood testifies
A voice rose to the Night.
and formed a melody
its waiting days expired
unsought gem wanes.
Friday 8th April 2011 8:43 am
Friday 1st April 2011 10:55 am
When I found the time to be
I found that time had passed me by
When my dreams had set me free
Life set its bounds upon the sky
Should my spirit soar above,
My wings the blazing sun would pluck
Should my soul find love
You'd find my cards had no such luck
And though we know the end,
we jump into the cloudy veil;
we quest for dreams, though bound;
Monday 28th March 2011 7:27 am
after dreams of an Arabian souk
having no money for smoky dancers,
whose sand clad feet slap dusty alleys
I hold a microscopic lizard
he wriggles in my cupped hands
when he leaps away I see
he is skinny as a wire.
A childhood friend not seen in years appears.
There is a bus ride, the bus near missed,
the road skirts perilous cli...
Sunday 20th March 2011 5:58 pm
We go to bed with a dream,
We get up with a dream.
All our life we strive for a dream.
All our life we dream.
It’s beautiful to live with a dream,
Though sometimes we suffer.
There are moments we scream
And life seems to be a tougher.
We all dream to achieve a goal.
Our dream is an elixir of longevity.
It’s an elixir for our undying soul...
Wednesday 16th February 2011 5:34 pm
Sing, through the flowing tears,
And laugh though it aches,
ask again for love in rejection's face
into the sun's first brilliant rays
Peer into that song and hear its heart
take along these raindrops' prisms
let them glow in the dark of night
its tune your comfort and companion
Hold your friend deep within your soul,
journey into th...
Monday 7th February 2011 1:08 pm
when the clack of keyboards cease
and pages of unbound books
scattered by the indolent breeze
produce a melancholy dirge
think of all the unwritten words
that remain stillborn in the mind
much like the gilded pheasant
out of the snare and into the fire
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Saturday 22nd January 2011 10:26 pm