Off until the New Year

Me, myself and I are off to outer space
also known as a quiet refuge and resting place
So until the new year you shall not see this face
for my outer space contains no technology of our modern race

Wait

Sometimes people say
that when you love someone
they complete your sentences,
but I think that love
is when they
wait. 

Downstairs

When I was asked to
Walk
Down
A
Flight
Of stairs
I saw a dark tunnel
Leading to a scary place
And even when I added carpet
It turned a bloody red
And provided no comfort
Only as I fell
Deeper
Into
Sleep
Did I forget the stairs
And stop analyzing
What shouldn't
Be over-thought

A whirlwind flew by
without seconds for thought.
Passing through movements
with words spoken as listeners listened.
Exhaustion often arrives at the end of perfection.

Intruder

A chubby, stout man is standing in my living room.
He seems to be playing with sort of socks and
he is filling his already huge belly with treats
that I assume he has stolen from my family.
He turns around to see me staring at him with my mouth wide,
and he starts to make a very strange, loud noise.
I don't understand the sound that is coming from his booming voice,
he simply repeats a one-syllabled word.
I turn around and run for my life and wonder
what the heck my parents were talking about
when they told me that I should be excited for a
"special" day.

Winter Sleep

The snow covers my world like a blanket.
When the sun hits it's shell
a million diamonds are ignited for only I to see.
Suddenly I fall into a white coat.
I am lost in the depth of it's cold comfort.
Covered as I feel myself falling
Falling into sleep.
This is where I will be led.
Eyes closed, the warmth seeps through
the soft layer to touch my eyelids
and I am comforted once again.

Hidden

Why do you cover?
It is to hide from yourself?
For what lies there beneath such a large façade?
Are you frightened of what you will see?
Beauty, the only word
One of which no one can be.
Perfection is a sound that no one can hear
And flawless is an image,
too impossible to fear.
So take off the weight of which you bear
And be free of the consciousness which you're forced to wear.

A ghost in my house

There seems to be a ghost in everybody's house.
Haunting everybody's dreams, or songs or books.
Try, Try, Try to understand why they come out so often
Something that we have never seen,
Something that may have never been,
Yet anyone who is anyone has had a ghost in their house.
I often ponder this questionable fact.
Is it their nature to shape a life?
Or to represent a bitter strife?
Nothing remains clear to me,
Yet I have written of one
But for what reasons I have yet to see.

Candy Land

Once upon a time I rode on a whale's back and arrived at the end of the world.
Then I jumped off and took a dive to a place that I had never been before.
A swirl of candy was what made up such a place
and each time I got hungry I just bent down for a taste.

Dream World

At times your world seems so perfect, so for what reason would you write?

You feel that every day was going to be like that, isn’t that right?

But it’s the split second where you awake and nothing was left like you left it,

Everything changed and now you're in a place where you just don’t fit.

My mind happens to have to have two people living there.

They don’t seem to mind. They don’t seem to care.

When one takes over she controls the scene

But sometimes the other lives and she can be really mean.

Luckily I live most of my life in nothing more than a dream. 

Grey Day

(Picture children's storybook type images accompanying this)

Grey Days
Sometimes there are grey days inside the head
In place of sun, there's rain instead,
I've never liked these days inside my head.

It's the feeling of having to leave the bed
and trying to walk with your feet like lead,
No one likes these days inside the head.

It is on these days that you will often see red
because you can always remember something horrible someone said,
No one likes these days inside the head.

Maybe you came home and your cat was dead
or you had to finish that disgusting meal you were forcibly fed,
I hate the grey days inside my head.

But rainbows come after the storm as I'm sure I've read
So, so long grey day, it's a beautiful morning ahead!

Woman eaten by Bear

A young bear sits and stares
He's staring up at her underwear.
The woman turns and gives him a smack
Silly thing, the bear fought back.

Mother

I have written you a letter though I don't know who you are.
You, the light-emitting beautiful and fragile one
etched in my mind though seldom visited.
I, loving, overbearing; I don't even know who you are.
It is imperfection with perfection that I await with anticipation.
Driven into my chest rides your innocent thought
I don't even know who you are.
But now, worry wanes in my nervous beating heart
for the strive of the moment as come to me this hour.
You, You told me you liked me for me.
And you, you believe in all the things I see.
You
I know who you are.

Pause on Poetry

A sad day may start today
For I have something grey to say:
I stop this venture
but for a time
as I live out my last hours
to the degree, I do climb.
The repose of short while will start right now
but the sixteenth we reconnect, of this I do vow.

Opposite World

It is in the waking hours that you sleep
You solemn creature full of hope.
And in the shallow waters you fall deep
To where weakened arms so harshly grope.
Come to me you poorest of souls
For your richness will lead you nowhere.

Light

As rhymes of all kinds may flow from my mind

Meaning holding true to those who wish to rewind

Every second the clock is ticking

The words are coming.

But ah the tired soul diving to the pits of eternity

To which means nothing

Push

Blast

Open your Eyes

You see

Light, only light.

Spinning World

Words can be seen like birds on a wire
An image formed then dissolves as we tire.
We fly away from history continuing to repeat
But the world keeps spinning over the same defeat.

Life as a film.

I often picture my life as a film
With the world spinning around me and I'm the one stuck in the middle.
I imagine what each person's role is and how they'll interact with my life
And then I sit and wonder what every individual is thinking or going or from.
Slowly the whole world begins floating effortlessly above my head
and I am left on a rock alone
Wondering what happened to my movie.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow is another day
It always comes, it always fades
Ah, to have a fresh new start
With your whispers to cure a broken heart

The sea's dreams.

I am at the edge of the water's park
Questioning whether to join the land
Or to dive back into the liquid's dark.
What to feel it's silk caressed against my body
The lake's darkness, a comfort for the tired heart.
Floating softly against the surface
Then fall deep, deep into it's waves.
Last glimpse of light, further from my hand
Below rests all but lonely caves.
Reach out to a lost and foreign land
But no returns in this last hour
Only bliss in this sea's hidden power.

Palm of a Hand

Palm of a hand in mine
Representing one life
Closing my gaps, as well as thine
Palm of a hand in mine.
Through all thy strife
And all the merry
Palm of a hand in mine to carry.
With all thy comfort
To feel and need
Twas the palm of this hand
That hath set me free.

Gone is your
Empathy
Running from
Truth, it is plain to see
Release me from
Under your
Disguise, you so
Evil queen

Morning Light at Night

I saw the morning light tonight 

Oh! and what a sight that caused me such a fright

For it is impossible they all say

But not if you can dream all day.

I saw a man break down today

He collapsed then he hit the ground.

So as I over-think each night

He cannot think for he is out of sight.

Why do I draw upon what is sad?

Is it for what is captured in the circumstances had?

With the chill that caused me such a stir

I follow his path in what is no more than a blur

Its brightness meaning the world to those who see it

But how do they differ from those who believe it?

Believe what you will about the morning light at night

For those who cannot dream may not suffer the fright

But they endure a life without illumination

And thus a life drawn only in anticipation

Starbucks

I sit in a place where people; they and I and you, worry, talk, and work together.
I write and think about a fat and a spinning world,
You worry about the missed whip cream on your no fat, half-sweet, peppermint mocha.
She worries about the apps her 10 year old daughter is downloading on her new Iphone while
He sleeps in a comfortable chair, basking in the sun and dreaming of a 'hard' life.
Then in one second we wonder what the other is thinking.

It's not the same.

Lost at Sea

Were I to be, lost at sea
Floating amongst the dead debris,
With darkness glooming all around
The softest breeze; the only sound.
With my body cold, my fingers numb
My mind takes flight, it's you to come.
You whisper softly in my ear
The words that only I can hear
Flying away from this desert place
Letting mind and body float to space.
And so as I lose sight I shall not fear
For darkness that awaits has become so clear.

Ding Dong the Witch is Dead!

Your devilish eyes are far from my reach

Yet your evil glare steals the words from my speech.

I can see your face through clouds and it blurs

And your bark it causes such an incredible stir.

Your intentions scare my every thought

But I am still unsure of what it is that you want

You tell of coming back tonight

To break all wrongs for what you believe is right.

When you disappear my thoughts once again become clear

I am lost, lost, lost

Somehow you have stolen me away to your realm of clouds

And it is here where nothing surpasses but intolerable sounds.

Sounds of nothingness, how can that be?

Somehow this witch makes it a truth I can see.

As night draws upon, darkness takes its fall

I begin to shiver with thoughts of it all

Colours of the sky, blue, black and grey

The winds, they cause the cloud trees to sway

I know my end is coming near

For impossibility of rescue is all I fear.

As lighting strikes and flames ignite

The witch is back to start her fight!

I tremble in all that can be physically real

And feel as small as a mouse’s first meal.

I try to run away from her grasp

But my feet stay planted, I must face her wrath.

The spells of death, wickedness and pain

Are but to come from the witch’s insane.

So as I stand frozen to await my death

And hear my prayers whispered from my breath,

I turn to look up to the brightness one last time

But instead I see a new kind of shine.

What radiant beast has come to this place?

But a tiny rhino glorious from space.

Though he speaketh not, I know he is good

For he turns quickly to the witch as I’d hoped he would.

So small but mighty, this wonderful thing

He attacks with fury, from great legs he doth spring!

Taken aback from such magic, the witch, she cries

In attempt to cast a last spell, her shrieks her despise.

But nothing may save the evilness of her kind

For this rhino has powers she would never find.

As he strikes I watch the look on her face

Something of anger and fear but mostly disgrace,

And as his magic takes its toll

The witch she withers and starts to roll;

Off the clouds, she falls into nothingness, tis true

And I am left with my saviour, of spirit anew.

He walks onto my hand and we fly free as pair

With my little rhino by my side I shall never despair!

Stress

Le stress m’affecte comme un jeu d’échec

Le sentiment d’être coincé, en échec et mat

Le moindre qu’on puisse faire est de tenir tout droit

Inspirer profondément parce qu’on connaît ce que vienne

On n’a plus l’aide de personne, surtout la reine

Des fois il faut accepter le stress qu’on rencontre

Parce que si non il développe comme un coup de poing au ventre

Donc même quand le stress rend la vie en retard

Comme les échecs, il vaut mieux de prendre un nouveau départ !

Glacial Current

Last night I dreamt of scuba diving
A dream of swimming in glacial water
The shock of its polar slap against my skin
It made each particle in my lungs seize
My eyes burned yet wouldn't freeze
We swam and swam and even raced
To come upon a tavern beneath the ocean's waves
Here we stopped and took a drink
And this was my night or so I think.

(Fiona you were here)

Thoughts of Montreal

Where are they from and who do they see?
To where are they going and who will they be?
...
I can't keep these thoughts out of my head
Nor can I stay in what's meant to be led.

Drugs and Alcohol (the original)

Is it true we see the light,

Right before we fight the fight?

In death and darkness turn away

Make me see another day.

If roses call upon the sea

And people sing to the save the free

Then where are we in this young day?

A simple question some may say.

Love

Speak to me and through me

I will feel your strong will.

Speak to me and through me

And I will believe in this fill.

I say lead me to love, the step further than words

A heart to sing truth to a vision so blurred

As an ear loses way to the silence that surrounds

Or a head that is overwhelmed by the talk that impounds

There leaves the heart for its passion, the never ending way of life

A way of our future to turn to in strife.

Constant is the affinity for a feeling of adoration

But it is love that becomes the only true obligation.

Unreciprocated Love

I walked, then flew, then came to you
You waited, then ran and I withdrew
I wanted your heart, you gave me your hand
I finished with love, you didn't understand

Silence

It is the silence that is taking me and enveloping me

Its suffocating nature, an enclosure too often felt

Yet these are the cards we seek to be dealt.

We want its caress for it’s told to be freeing

But at times these words are often deceiving,

A space or place for all that is true

One may yearn for a feeling or meaning that is new.

Take time to think and accept a state

For we may never understand nor control our fate.

If tears come from a place one has to go

And tranquility is a state we’ve grown to know

Then stay in this place without shame or weep

For all will be well just as soon as we speak.

Squirrel

Oh, I how I despise thee in so many ways

The way your tail moves, it twitches, it sways.

Your small mind that cannot grasp the simple concept cars

Or your tiny paws that are still spotted from much afar.

Oh, how I despise in the way that you perch

The ease with which you make my stomach lurch.

Once I loved, this is true

But it was in death I saw the real you

Intolerable being, you are nothing but a rat disguised by puff

Silly thing, I have called your bluff

Overpopulating this beautiful place, my home, my land

So watch out young vermin or it shall be death by my hand. 

(Joke)

Young Woman, Old Man

I wonder why you look so sad.
You have stepped down from your throne for only a short time.
He is wiping his eyes now, they are grey and tired and old.
Another is here everyday, lost and confused. Looking, judging,
But it comes back to you.
I wonder why you look so sad.
Just over half of life and wondering what it all means.
You only want more time with your sad-faced queen.
She does not permit such thing, her eyes tell all.
Go back to your large palace and think.
Where is it all going.

Sleepless Goat

Here I see the woman saying lead me to love

To be taken to the world, calling far and above

Who are you talking to and what are you saying?

I have come so far to accept your laying.

But she is in a land where she cannot understand,

People speak in foreign tongue thus she cannot make her stand.

Unable to converse which she wishes to say

She pushes away, try as they may.

Then she sees what she cannot depict

A comfort in eyes that could not be missed

Drawing her in, she felt the new fire

The admittance to love and passionate desire.

Was he waiting the long of the day for the night?

To catch a glimpse of her beauty to come into sight.

Taking her hand with no need for a thought

He leads her away, no challenges brought.

Now they sit across, understanding their worlds

Their glances connected, their longings endured.

Telling of places he has seen and has been

She listens to the delicate sounds and envisions what they mean.

Her love like the wind, she whispers her response

Speaking in rhymes. He devours the hum of her voice:

“When the breeze takes flight my soul seems to sing

Its cool touch brushing gently across my wing

I love you like a song

The intertwining emotions of its pulse

Your notes cleanse, as you are never false

And I love you like a flower

Welcomed, its perfume exudes such a feeling

A simple scent, she says, can be so releasing.”

When they touch, it is with gentle embrace

A feeling that rids her of time and of space,

Then the simple brush of lips against her cheek

The shiver of his spine as he leans in to speak;

Understanding the sincerity in the words he doth choose

She hears it in the way that it makes her heart move

Love, continue to make me think and feel and hear

Because I will not live without all of you near.

Once a Day Therapy

The purpose of this blog is to provide one poem for everyday of the year. Enjoy!