October 2009
9 posts
a sweet lie.
i’m walking down this road, will you walk with me? between the bottom of the sky, and the top of the sea? i feel this tug at my bones, that tells me to leave, to escape the web that i myself weave. there is another day, just over the horizon. and a blue that is leeched from the ink in my pen. i can’t promise you riches, or love, or glory. but you will not regret it, and we will live our own story....
just a joker.
i live a life that’s not my own, with a crown of glass, a wooden throne. a scepter of stone, i’m all alone. what i describe is not a king, i do not rule a single thing. what i am, is just a joke, a jesting fool, a silly bloke. my words are of little consequence, not worth your time, nor your pence. i trick and deceive, to make you believe otherwise, take care, my truths, beware, my...
butterflies.
there’s butterflies in my stomach from the memory, of the way i felt when you smiled at me. so slightly you disturbed my equilibrium, paralyzed, i was struck dumb. not of wit, but of speech, to see an angel within reach. i couldn’t blink, didn’t want to dislodge, from my vision, such a pleasant mirage. i was deaf to the world, and all i heard, was these butterflies as they stirred. they whispered,...
my last farewell.
my words make you cry, my silence does the same, in the end, i have only myself to blame. i’ve hurt you through your love for me, and that was never the person that i wanted to be. your happiness means a lot to me, nothing else matters. anything you ask, i’d give, though it leaves my heart in tatters. because at the end of the day what use am i, if i can’t make you smile. i tried to lie to me, and...
only me.
an unsmiling warrior that fears no fiend, an infant who cries, yet to be weaned. a frost that pervades through wood and glass, a heat that eats, but will one day pass. the right and the left, the wrong and the right, the push and the pull, the dark and the light. the dregs at the bottom, the foam at the top, the opposite of go is invariably stop. the opposite of old can be young or new, but the...
left unsaid.
it’s all in here, in my head, the words that contradict all i’ve said. the words on which i’ve swallowed and choked, for fear of them never being revoked. no one ever considers the opportunity cost, too busy seeking gain, to see what’s lost. it’s always in hindsight that things become clear, and foresight shows you what’s in the rear. but things like this, you’re supposed to confront head on,...
a journey.
i am more than what i seem, but so are you too. we’re really just a dream, paddling in a canoe, that floats on a boulevard of meandering wishes, intentions and purpose circling us like fishes. our paddles are our labor, which we use to move forward, backs bent to a rhythm, as our eyes gaze shoreward. maybe one day we’ll wake up and find, the end of a horizon, disappearing behind. stand up in our...
the price of knowing what lies ahead.
if you had the power to see the future, would you do so? is that something you’d really want to know? to know what to do, know what she’ll say, forfeit the right to ever have a surprising day. to see the sun that will shine on your grave, to see those you nurtured, and those you couldn’t save. to walk in a path that you’ve already seen, like a perpetual rerun, just another...
i, against the world.
do you know a man that holds his head like i? who’s tongue spits the truth in the middle of a lie? do you know the man that i am, breath in every fiber, heart in every gram? what do you know of me and my soul, the crook of a cranny, the nook in the knoll? speak what you will, but it will not reach my ear. it is filled with a stubborness that filters what i hear. you’ve never met my...
