Belief

Reason is a failure this time.
And this is but a smeared fingerprint
Upon the elucidated glass.
I am but a frosted breath
On the windowpane.

Just another dawn
In the myriad.

It's not like this hasn't been done before.
Proclaim such greatness.

How great is this dawn.
Just one in the myriad.

Just one in the myriad of mirages.

Graviora Manent

If you could see where I am,
the burgeoning of your inquisition would fall.

Fade to an intrinsic shade of failure
so familiar to this loss of words.

Or maybe mirrors don't really match moves.

Rising ignorance.
I can't hear what you're saying anymore.

If only you could see where I am.
The burgeoning of my justification would fall.

Irrelevance at its crest.
I'm glad my gradient is gradual.

After all,
heavier things remain.

What It Is

This is a broken day,
With no space for words.
Candles, they dance and
Candles, they laugh in the gloom.

Alone in this room of glass.
Where the chime of the distant bells sing,
they sing,
they sing of the woe in me.
And the subtle melody floats
While I dance with the prance of the flames.

The whistling of the wind I once embraced,
On the way, I sang for you.
The riven paths I've walked,
they strengthened me,
and then they felled me.

And I fell.

But here in this chamber,
With the chandelier of the moon,
I dance with none but my reflection.
When I don't know who I am,
I dance with none but my shadow.

But when I am nothing,
I dance alone.
For you left me here,
cold beside the fire.

And all I remember lies
Frayed, fractured.
But with broken knees,
I run.

Away.

Winter's Dirge

The thrush sings its tale of sorrow,
leafless branch,
lifeless tree.
A shadow upon the snow,
shivers, quivers, withers,
as we.
As we do.

The faint sunlight screams,
Wake ! you slumbering eyes.
Heavy the sword,
heavier the cross.

The burden falls !
Unveil the curtain.
Fall upon these cold instruments,
fall, this melody.

Drift into a different sea,
And the sunlight gleams at me.
And oh ! I flow, watch ! I flow.
As the sun softly melts the snow.

In a long time,
it's the first time.

Selfspun Ropes

I promise I'm not lying.

Proclaim yourself free
But your freedom binds you.
The truth will end your garnished reason.
Reeking lies, falling further.

Like the beat of a clock.

And you wouldn't even know.

What do you feel tonight ?

Crimson and Amber

Imagine a swelling night
A night swelling into
Crimson and amber
The beaming rays of the eversmiling.

Dancing with the dust
On the golden pathway
From me unto you
Is the unchanging
Unlike the crimson and the amber leaves.

And howling beneath the moon
Is a longing to be there
Shining and shining upon

With You, Almighty Source of Love,
And with you, love.

Upon this amber shore
While crimson tinges our skin
And our hearts,
Our heart.

We are dancing with the golden dust.

This is what happens after goodnight.

Fresh stains before midnight.
A silence that I can see.
There is no door.
Or maybe no light.

Waves

I cannot see the sound
But I can hear you
This is it.

Black tar to black sky
The rain
Rain upon me.

Can you see the sound ?
I am finally sinking
And I will not drown again.

Oh, Portia, you were not blind.

Flowing in my mind
Your words are anchors
And I am the sail.
Not the wind.

Vast are you
Horizon in your voice
Sinking
Sinking before the beyond.

I'll begin
For tomorrow I will journey
An entire scene
Beneath the radiance
Unto yours.

For you will hold all I could not have
But had
Through the sighs
You whispered before you shut your eyes
And cradled the arcane within me
Without the knowledge

Of anything except this.

Yestertime

Today I seek,
And find naught but gaps bridged with hay.
Broken vibes with empty treasures.

Walking back
On no path at all,
Swimming on land,
Just to grow up with you.

Imay but once.
For I fear tomorrow
I will walk with the shadows once beautiful.

If you have gone,
I will go.
But if you remember,

We were once an army and a soldier.
Once a war and often a battle.

This is not what I thought it would be.

Damp floors upon which my footsteps fall.
Will I crawl into the light ?
Those fleeting moments of comfort,
I call a call to be heard.

Tho you are gone I still walk with you.

Though you are not here,
I still look for you.
In the embers of the blaze that shook me
And took me to your voice.

And your voice that held me so close to the silence between your words,
It was in the nothingness I'd hope to hear you say what you could not.

Now it is time for you to hear me
In the entirety of the flaws
Inscribed
In my silence.

Where I hear your voice and long for the silence
That could tell me what I wanted to hear.

Picture We Leave

Dreams like
chalk to citadels,
light to beauty.
These orange skies above me
and your hand in mine.
The castles of our youth
we sit in their meadows.
Glimmer in the seas,
I see in your eyes.
Shadow of the stars,
I see in your hair.
Beauty of beauties,
I see in you.

There's no-one here now.
And I can only smell your fragrance,
it brings me to the fields you stand in.
And I can only feel your charm,
it takes me to the realm of your love.

Our paths intertwined
like the storm and the rain.
But we are the calm and the drops
of water,
upon your crimson lips,
I stand a chance.

For now we return,
though I wished we could stay.
To the embers and to the
burning scars of loss.

Look ! There's an empty house but the lights are on.

Lay lines crossing this clock,
and intense colours upon this wall.
Wings here, and we'll fly.
A chair in the corner,
and a light.
To shine through the darkest nights
before your words soar like daggers
hunting my song.


And still I remain sitting by the fire,
care to join me ?

And there's more

The explosion,
The burst,
The shift,
I shift into instability.
Balance.
And there's crashing,
and chaos
and upheaval
and still an infinite serenity.
I've waited,
through the melody that
grasped me and sang,
"Don't you know what you're doing ?"

Overtime

Counted the days I forgot to feel,
and learnt of the nights I struggled to remember
how you look when you're not even near me.

Counted the days I forgot to listen,
and learnt of the nights I heard you whisper a stray line.

Counted, I counted, and I learnt that
from where you are,
I am a petal in the field,
I am a pearl in the trees.
And yet when the morning comes,
I have not changed.
I am still the grain in the desert,
and I am not the song in the wind,
but I am still the bud that may become your flower.

Nine Minutes

Could I bring you what you want ?
Could I change your mind ?
Or could I just let you be,
and maybe one day you'll wake up
and realise that I've been waiting here for so long,
waiting for you to wake up and hear me.
Maybe I could just let you be,
and just wait here beside you, waiting for nothing.
Waiting to remind myself of everything I couldn't give you,
a hope for.
Or maybe in these nine minutes I've realised that I need to wait for the sun to rise, before you really wake.

Note to Self

You're far from here,
could never really see through you
this clearly.

Closed windows
to the bluest seas I hope there are.
But I don't love you because,
I just do.

Unclasp your hands from my eyes,
and let me see, let me see who you really are.
Could you sing to me ?

Maybe one night, you'll fill it with your voice.
Maybe one night, I'll sing to you
and you'll have my heart in your hand
and you'll never let it go.

Unblinded

I lay here,
and you so far.
Will you take me there ?
To where the frost will thaw,
and to the beckoning water.
Clear this dry throat.

Rip this mask from the skin.
And reveal the light that's been waiting to shine.
Shine inside your eyes and,
please show me the light and,
this beside you and,
shine through the storm.

I still stand tall amidst the gloom.
And if I fall, I will hold on to this frayed rope.
And drown in light.

Disarray

Like blind arms in the darkest disarray,
And lost shadows, cold like the floor,
One solitary hope tries to slither away,
Oh, but vain ! there's no door.
No door, and no final surrender here.
The morning steals a broken glance,
Hidden in the sudden mask,
Appear, oh sudden mask,
will you chance your sudden exit too ?
My only hope, don't leave,
I need you, please, I need you.

In the face of solemn defeat,
And the soft sounds of loss,
There is an aching beat,
Aching for the smallest possibility.

Will you ever see beyond what I show you ?
Will you ever ?

Where ?

I write to you tonight,
but you will not know.
This is for you, I mean it.
But you will not know.
From the yesterday that fell
and rebuilt today,
to the hope you cannot see,
I will write these words,
and mean so much,
that you will never know.

I hope you will.
Find and search again.
And maybe one day, you will.
I hope you will know.

And I hope you will realise.

What ?

I poured the ocean into a papercup.
And as I walked the road,
there grew a hole in the bottom.
I walked the road,
I walked home,
and I did not notice the ocean I created along the way.

Long

I haven't seen you beneath the midnight sky,
but I'm sure the the light will never go out.
I don't know if you can hear what I'm saying
through the songs you listen to.
You really did fray my hands.
Sing.
And for now, I just want to listen.
Perhaps I will sing with you another time.
When I understand the song.

Remember

Always leaving, never staying.
You frayed my hands the moment yours left them.
Tonight, are you going somewhere ?
Leave me the photographs,
silhouettes of memories.
And the music is my friend, not a song.
I don't think you ever knew.
My words are jumbled too,
but they never re-arrange themselves.
They wait for you.

Five Decades

Milestone.
But this is not the prize, no.
The prize comes after the race.
The victory after the blood.
And I will keep marching,
though the swamp may try to swallow me,
I will emerge the winner,
for I have You.

Puddles

Why can't I speak ?
I can't even stay awake.
The music soothes me,
and puts me to sleep,
and awakens me.
Your music.

Wax, This Unbreakable.

I feel lonely without the background music tonight.
But that melody will wrench my heart and write my words.
Oh, please, I want to create it.
Where must I go ?
I have seen the light through the crack in the wall,
and now I must break it down.
I know that there is hope.
I will fly on these wings of wax, this time, unbreakable.

Colourless

As dew and my thoughts drift aimlessly,
I am left dreaming.
I have the bushes and trees,
I have the plants and I have the water.
But the butterflies fly past me,
and the deer gallop behind me.
And as I stretch out an offering hand,
I only grasp the fading beam of sunlight.

A glance at the beauty of the azure sky,
reveals a greyness around me.
Now I must find a way to let colour seep in,
while letting the deepest out.
Maybe then the birds will hear,
their song is just like mine.

I can and I know it.

I am with you,
take me where no-one goes these days.
I'll be your acoustic heart.
A blend back into the melody.
You go so high, and fall so quick.
Fall on me, let us soar and not look down.
Lead me, follow me,
please run in the circles we had so many years ago.
Hear me.
Hear, please.
There's a close I want you to be.
And then, speak your harmony.
And then, free me.
Stretch your beauty upon me but wait.

Build

I can see where this is going.
I can see.
And there's the lonely note which I will find,
and the word that has not been used.
And the words that have been used that I will give new meaning to.
And I can weave the threads that will bring an unseen magic.
And maybe it will drift to you,
and maybe you will tie a letter and send it back.
And at the end of it all,
I am stronger.

And I will reach the only eye,
and through to the only heart,
I will sing your song.

Inevitable

It feels like winter,
even when the sun's tears are on my face.
I want to hold a breath,
but I'm afraid it will get trapped.
Notice I'm drowning ?
Rescue me ?
Please.

Am I the Distance ?

Seas await the turning of tides.
And tantalizing fragrances pave their path
to capture stains from fresh goodbyes.
Oh, then leave me a trail to come back to you.

Airbourne, my dreams. Open your heart.
Hear me when I whisper my secrets to you.
I don't know how to put this in words,
But underneath it all, I mean much more than just words.

Hear me now.

Take Me Nowhere

Nobody knows now,
what clocks will turn us into.
What wishes will come true, what wishes are made.
Where wishes that are lost have gone.

Go.

Maybe dreams will make it seem alright.

There's a space for our world.
Build Hope and watch it grow into everything.
And the other will be forgotten,
as dust in my memory.
Where a part of it will blossom into what could never be.

Where will I be ?
And who will be what I wanted to be ?
And who will say waht I need to say ?

Take me nowhere, but bring me home tonight.

Untold

Far away, we're folding into something that cannot be unfolded.
Far away, I'm painting the picture you want to see.
Far away, I'm surrendering.

Here, we're enduring the stones thrown at our walls.
Here, I can see the picture.
Here, I'm surrendering.

Sounds

Solemn solace.
I seek you.
I seek your melody.
And the grace,
like the melting of snow.
The blossom of Amaranta.
I want to sing you.
Let me create you.
Be my creation.
I believe.
O' God, teach me passion.
Grant me love.
O' God, I, Your servant,
teach me how.

Full

Cleaning up debris.
In melody, in harmony.
Why is there no symphony ?

Maybe.
Rhythm, pulse.
Flow, high.

Maybe one day I'll grow them wings.
Maybe one day I won't fall so hard.

Bruises.

Help me fly.
Blinking.
Sunlight.
Moonlight.
No, starlight.
No.

Light.

Inside.

Outside.

I am fine.

Bruises.

I am fine.

I am fine.

Light.

I am fine.

Inside.

Outside.

Midnight

Suffer a desire.
The empty train,
The empty train station,
The empty man.

Did we build collapsing walls ?
Will the walls collapse ?
May I sit and watch the cracks that widen ?

Folding, unfolding.
Immersed.
Sounding bells, words.

Folding, unfolding.
Skies unblue.

Hope.
Elusive destinations.
Unfathomable destinations.
Invisible destinations.

Too fast.
Time after time.
Seconds.
Too fast.

Mixed up.
Let down and hanging around.
Some ropes never get frayed.

Powerful, them words.
Be my power.
Be my strength.
Be my help.

Seasons of love.
Compiling. Glances ?
Breathtaking.
Unbelievable.

Did you see it ?

Refined in Embrace

Through every elusive breath,
Untold - the unfathomable distance.
Refined, the pulsing silence holds
another riddle in captivity.

Light, the darkness as it unfolds,
unmasked, expanding, absorbing, lifting ..

Carry me.
Be my wind as I sail.
Pull me through everything.

With every arduous fight alone,
Tighten my hold, sharpen it.
Whisper the words I need to hear.
Wait. I'm not alone at all.

See. I see a glare in the shadow.
Light, the darkness as it unfolds.
Embracing, the silence screams an answer to the riddle.

I breathe the wind as I sail.
The fight is over.
Wait.
Thank You.
Tighten my hold.
Sharpen it.
The distance has been bridged.

Return

Time has slowly unraveled these memories.
Like speeding cars, they faded into new horizons.
From sky to sky, above the gleaming rocks,
The higher things I seek.

For this has mesmerised me,
My eyes see the pebbles and not the path.
It is time I walked on seas.
For I know I can, and that is how I will.

In cruel snares I was trapped. I am trapped.
The abode. Wings without chains.
I will reach again.

I was told I could perform miracles.
I was told I could speak to angels.
I will hark, heed, hear.
For maybe then my light will shine.

And then, another : I am sorry.
I do not know. Do I know ?
I know, but I have not understood yet.
It will come. For I will listen,
And through listening will I speak.

It is upside down, I do not know.
Do I know ?

Angels sing.
And their song is beautiful.

Feathers

To recall, remember. I remember those days.
Imbibed, engraved. How could I forget ?
Of catching floating leaves. Of floating with falling leaves.
Of falling and getting up again.
Of flying.

To recall, remember. I remember I used to fly.
Embedded. Those suns I held in my palm.
Before they exploded into the glistening black of night.
Of befriending birds. Of the wind on my back.
Of soaring through mists and clouds.
Of flying.

Unchained.
Sifting and gliding through the melodies I could never create.
And hearing the songs I could never sing.
And holding the air I could never grasp.
Of letting it go to where it belonged.

To recall, remember. I remember those wings.
I desire. To be one with the air again.
To be free.
Where everything is perfect.
Where I befriended the rain.
Where I befriended the flame.
Of searching.
Of unfolding those wings.
Of flying again.

And again.

To Rinse

Well, let's look on the bright side of things.
Blinding bright, everything's burning.
Sever these ropes, so restricting.
When we're the only ones who can save this now.

We really always were.
This town is ours, and it's burning.
Burning.
Burning.

Spewing embers of distance.
A blaze meant to be washed away.
And struggle we will, if we must.
I know you will.
Trust.

I trust you.
I'll fight this arduous fight.
Fight with me.

We'll rebuild this city.
Make it a country.

And then live in our own little world.

Faith

Cobblestones and pavements.
Breezes insecure.
Open doors and glowing stones.
Differences.

I searched for help.
You answered me.
I follow You.
And forever will.
You alone know my soul.

When I know not the path to choose.
I look.
I look to You.
And while I search and question,
The answer is standing too.

I know I shall forever more be servant unto You.
You died to forgive me of my sins.
I stand and salute You.

The Invisible People

We are the Backbones of your existence.
Yet you fail to notice Us.
We hide behind your curtains
Hoping one day you'll let Us through.
We are the Backbones of your existence.
The Invisible People.
We are the Backbones of your existence.
Yet you fail.
You fail to notice Us.

All the flowers are dying.
The flowers We planted for you.

Now my own gun is used against me.

Should I have spoken those words ?
They're laughing at me.
Talking about me.
High up in the trees.
The world is on fire, and I'm the hero to blame.
The paint is turning to water.
The nails have become so weak.
Low down in the bushes,
They're pointing their fingers at me.
Pointing their fingers at me.
What have I done ?

A Dissonnant Similarity

Unstable serenity.
The spark that leads to a fire.
Amend your errors while the clock still ticks.
Malice just does not deserve so much respect.
What's your real name ?
Prevarication is on the wane.
Dusk is drawing nearer.
This war is rallentando.
The sun shall cease to glow.
This war will rage no more.
Discard your guns !
They are of no use.
There is but one war to fight.