Hold My Heart....

Hold my heart in your hands,
And watch the blood seep through the cracks of your fingers,
The tighter you squeeze - the blacker it gets,
Until all that is seen is tar...
No matter who holds my heart ,
It will never be theres,
It can never beat the tempo of my breath,
Or become synced with the heart of another,
Thump,
Thump,
Thump,
Till all you hear is silence...
The body has gone quite,
The lips a bracent purple...
and time has slipped away...

Mellow Midday....

The warm breeze surrounds me, 
As the sun beams from beyond the clouds, 
I lay on a bench;
Contemplating...
The sound of drilling fills my ears, 
As the cars cross the tar, 
Melting in the heat;
As waves of hallucinations -
Interrupt my vision, 
And enter into my world;
My secluded world...
The breeze changes;
Gushing and whooshing, 
Against the trees, 
A cool wind embraces me, 
As silence enters...

Beauty?

A mirror reflects beauty?
Possibly...
Or does it hide what truly needs to be seen by the world,
It creates illusions, 
Which manifests into the destroyer of true beauty, 
By nature...
By future...
By birth...
Beauty is not unreal, 
Or unreachable, 
We have it within our grasp, 
We ignite it through the things we do,
And the hearts we change...
Through the lines that illuminate our face, 
And express true beauty....
3\2\2011

Falling...

Let my tears fall,
Let my heart hurt, 
Let my mind fade,
A shadow...
A mask...
That, like porceline - is fragile, 
Shattering...
Like the essence of my well being, 
Perished with the flames of desire, 
Crushed by the hands of mercy, 
Ultimately..
Defying the limit... 


6\2\2011

Angel...

Created in November 2008 - It was during a plane ride back from Sydney, After my grandfather was diagnosed with Lukemia...It's been a long journey for me - so many deaths in a short space of time. 


An angel floats among the clouds, 
The silence of the plane; awakens a slight smile, 
Through the angel's eyes; Tiny, infinite - soul filling eyes.
Which only feel trapped...


Unlocking them with the brace of the clouds,
And the tinge of the sunlight, 
Which creates bountiful ambiance and warmth...


Blink once; change the scene...
Blink twice; daydreaming...


Too late to drift, 
Too late to not exist within the realm of dissipated democracy,


What's more great and upholding?
Than living with the happiness of the sky;
The smile to each sunshine raise...


The melody made up of the symphony,


The harp of a thousand soothing notes,
Fills the atmosphere...
Followed by the voice of reason and gratitude;
Thank you...
Thank you...
Repeating the words,


Till the very last breath, 
Those thickened clouds guard - 
Hiding the greatest secret of all...
Eternal life,


The light of angels....