Looking Glass

The Question

To those

Relentless in their search

Cold Summers

The harsh sun gave me no respite,

My days were gone, my nights went out of spite.

Silence lingered, peace blew far from home,

empty spaces filled up my brain, the void was gone.

Wonder

Dreaming in black and white

of a life in technicolour.

Out in the distance.

Shots rang in the distance, distance the epitaph of time.

Recalcitrant Glory

I see things I cannot perceive

Death

You walked on by

alone ,unflinching in your gaze.

You saw the world

prisms, the kaleidoscopic gaze.

Yet you chose a box

Keeping Time

Time will tell

you the secret,

to living and dying in between.

And your heart will feel

the presence ,

Torment.Solitude

My capacity for oblivion is insatiable,
My tortured memory tormentable,
and torment is all I can take.

Sometime

Time ticks
when you wait,
sometimes.

Why I Write

I write
to the tears that well but never flow.
I write
to the storms on the surface but not in sight.

Homecoming

I know not my days from my nights
or maybe I know them too well,
their layers and the depths unseen or unknown?

Why I Run

I slow down
and take a breath,
drive on by
or work a sweat.
Do the little things
and some big ones;
I do my best
getting by.

The voices of Altamira

We came from the lands wiped clean,
vast expanses of capsuled rock.
Frozen flashes of time and stone,
pristine blankets…

The Darkness of Colour

There is a darkness within the colours
or maybe the colours are dark.
But are they dark enough?

Wind and rain

The rain falls.
The wind cuts
my face and soul as I tread on.

The rain stops.
The wind stills
but I keep waiting for the scars to heal.