small stone: winter's truth

The beauty of a tree
lies in its most
barren state -
winter lays bare its many inconsistencies
the twists and turns and
best laid plans
each stalled branch a symbol to the many routes
it has tried in its journey to
eternity.
Winter illuminates how majesty is
as confused and multiple
as me.
So it seems,
that mistakes make masterpieces of us all
after all.

congratulations

In the midst of my mendacity,
a morose Monday where
multitudes of mishaps plague my
minutely timed schedule i look up
and find myself
miniature
against the blushing sky
and hues of neon
modernity.
Surely, it can't be all
so bad,
if its that beautiful.

The New Year's dream

Heads, and shoulders
necks
chests and
arms.
We are intertwined and combined
from old shells
into new selves.

I am bound and twisted into
memories of us
that we have yet to
live but still feel
as real
as a summer's sun kissed slumber.

In secret
gardens
you and I are holding
hands and
naming children after constellations
Of love.
I’m reading you the poetry of our dreams
You’re building soundtracks from old solitude
We’re molding manifestations of
Us.

I've just no clue, who 'you' are.

Small stone: flight 422

May I describe
the design
of love?

Step 1: slide into interlocking spaces
Step 2: build a bridge of delightful dampness
step 3: marvel at man made stars that guide
our way home

and i'll hold your hand a little tighter.

small stone: home is where the heavy is (air planes)

Just like that
I am home
from home.
Unfeeling to ensure
the weight of
feeling
cannot bury me alive
this time.

untitled

I whisper to my past –
Do I have another choice?
She replies
“not one that you’ll likely
Choose.”
And so I return to walk in
footprints I’ve already
forged and
failures I’ve already
mourned.
All for the sake of
‘love’.

small stone: in your presence (orange jumpsuits)

I am belittled, beguiled and
beatified.
Made to genuflect in the presence of
a magnificent
waste
the systems latest disgrace that
traps beautiful minds and
calls to arms
potential
to lay buried beneath
painted scars and
armoured guards.

and i cannot look directly
into your truth.
My heart roars a call that leaves me
terrified in
the recognition of self in such a
presumably distant other

and i know we are different
but this knowledge does nothing
to dissuade my wish that we were
destined.

small stone - hide and go sleep

it's too late
for memory lane.
heart catching lyrics
love lorn
and forlorn
sighs of regret.
but i was never very good
at hiding
from love.