Poetry
The Knots That Tie Between
2006-12-16
By his will the grains shall bend
like sight against a looking glass
By the story of his life
The world would change
but the sea of the sun would swarm to its master
And all that was done will be done again
When he lifts his hand
When he chooses to try
By life his desert will slip away
like reading into an abyss
By the scars on his face
The words would prove true
but the sound of his faith would fall under their feet
And the cracking of this image will unfold again
When he stands so high
When his beauty is not the world's
By his love the sands will bury
like clouds o'er hatred's grave
By the choice he has made
The thought of emotion would die
but the lost light in memory would always be hope
And the instance of reliving will redeem again
When his story wakes him
When his dusts clear the stones
Toklihonah
2006-9-12
Time drops like a curtain
before the sword of fabled samurai
Stories and myths...
truths hidden in dreams
Time flutters so slow
like what you thought was a lie
Rythms of life...
STAB you... like light
Life is like this curtain...
opening the window's soul
Rhymes of honey...
golden on the floor
Life is like this curtain
and words are like this sword
Stab with all thy might...
Please...
let not this curtain soak back the tale's shore.
I Gave a Star from the Heavens
2006-7-13
They'll have you forget your mistakes,
lie so they will seem alright.
They'll refract my gifted star in a droplet,
but short-lived is that light.
What comes of who we want to be,
when we're so confused by pain?
Why do we press the lost so hard to listen,
when all their light is rain?
When their glimmer flows through your lips,
you wildly fill a hole.
Yet you'd never feel the fullness I would share,
within your lonely soul.
What comes of who we want to be,
when we're so confused by pain?
Why do we press the lost so hard to listen,
when all their light is rain?
Perhaps one day they'll turn around.
every voice will find its way,
To the ocean of stars within patient friends,
who fed this storm its rain.
What comes of who we want to be,
when we're so confused by pain?
Why do we press the lost so hard to listen,
when all their light is rain?
Perhaps one day they'll turn to face,
one who hears each passing day.
This heart listens so hard to feel who you are,
waits while hope finds its way.
What comes of who we want to be,
when we're so confused by pain?
Why do we press the lost so hard to listen,
when all their light is rain?
This heart listens so hard to feel who you are,
hope always finds a way.
Sideways
2006-6-12
If I could touch
then I would touch you now...
I've never been an hourglass
To spill the sands between us
To count the grains as fate
I never could have planned...
But I could feel
and I could always feel...
That when I'm near you, fearless here
Those grains that fell within time
Those all have meaning now
...now that you're near.
I never could have known...
We knew the world
then went our ways to learn...
Never knowing where we will go
They are all important now
They always make sense now
...now that you're near.
I never could have known...
I never could have planned...
Where we'll go...
We'll never know...
I never could have planned,
but I know I want this for now.
A Different Magic
2006-5-30
To stand before adversity's legion
afore roars of unsheathed words
To still choose smiles
This is to be who you are.
This also, is who you are.
To smile in the eyes of olden friends
afore arms of proud embrace
To still choose to stand
Best Friends
2006-3-31
Lone birds sigh like wind,
Yet their loves shall always sing.
Their souls always hear.
Like Once
2006-2-26
Dream with me, oh raindrop one;
the tides of life have just begun.
'Tis here where time shall bathe with thee,
and swim in nightlight seas with me.
I shan't ask for changing eyes,
but for fair holds and precious sighs.
My ways hold firm as Gibraltar;
as my life, ye I'd not alter.
Dream with me, oh raindrop Love;
let kingdoms, castles, homes be one.
O'er all this land I'd fare with thee,
For where you are, that's home indeed.
Human
2006-2-20
The dusts of an ocean world,
a grasp like time and life.
Sway the silts as a memory;
so long ago it formed.
Here try the children;
the dead who learn to swim.
Sit like glass and stone,
alive with light and air.
Awake sweet mind of thoughts;
awake, and be this dream.
To smile in choice and precept;
for this day we both shall live.
Musing Dancers
2006-2-6
Stand in time,
Lie in light.
There you are,
Projecting a memory.
Where you look,
the sun.
And there you live,
words on tongue and paper.
Set your brilliant sun away,
it never matters 'til the jealous blade strikes
— when you bleed your tears.
Dying Legends
2006-2-6
Stand in wait.
Lie in light.
Here am I,
remembered in shadow.
All around
— the sun.
But here I wait,
sword in hand and sheath.
Spill this darkness over me,
it never matters 'til the jealous blade strikes
— when you bleed your tears.