Thursday, April 7, 2011

My Obessesion

Desiring to see the world through you instead of me

You know the world, the one in your head

Am I willing to tread

Surfacing from the undertow

The know

Who

You maybe me

As I choose to move out of my head

Shadows appear, I'm stuck in the air

Phatoms take me as fragile feelings break

The space between

Seekers of courage faces blank

Send me to vistas

Screaming forth

My voice to share as fathomless

pits turn their smiles into stares.

Blank, forgetting all it would seem

As your treasures so sublime

Impress me

More than mine

Believing in Self


Supporting Red


The Red Boots

The girl in red played it safe for far too long

She searched and searched for her inner song.

Little did she know it waited inside.

It ate at her as relationships died.

Fear of the darkness kept her running in rhythm

Looking through him she is reminded of the guilty sin

Casting aside her creative talents

She sought solace in his musical balance.

He pulled her in as it was love at first sight

He danced with her soul, eyes of brown quivering delight.

Speaking the lies she needed to hear

Shedding many a tear

How many times would she forgive and forget

Until a fist would tell her that it was not over yet.

Broken and bruised she would raise her head

Fighting with the feelings of regret

As she considers the red

Stolen from the child as the footprints spread

Her mother stopped her painting her heart's desire

She believed from the being it wasn't her fire.

The love of the paint saw her clearing the way for his talents instead.

She was left as he moved ahead.

He threw paint on canvas' galore

As she remained silent wishing to sore

He sold thousands with his magical grin

She remained thinking only of their sin.

Enchanting red finds her dancing instead with boots that reclaim

the lost vision of fame.

Now is her chance to share the fire of her source,

As the curious red seeks to express all that was once put to bed.

Under the covers of low self esteem the colour awakens once

more to her dream.

Life is never what it seems

Friday, January 28, 2011


A story came into my head of you yesterday, it found me when I was sleeping and drove me to seek the colours of my youth. Time moves so quickly, I look at what could have been only to find I am still treading the water of wishing without an outcome. What if we had done it another way, what if we could have been friends, would the end result still be the same. Distant phrases, furtive glances, slowly dancing around the perimeter of life. Dreams unfinished, colouring my day, I wait in hope that you will come my way. Time increases the skin into uncontrollable folds, ashamed of the changes, hidden away from sight, my mind call to me to seek your presence, the seeker gives up the journey to sit in comfortable solitude. Tears tumble leaving stream lines on the cheek, disguise, pretend, put on a happy face it is so easy to show the world nothing of my fate. So the story goes I am now an ordinary person, nothing to show, no partner to dream with, nothing to say I was here, I only hope you remember that I left a few footprints on your heart as you left many upon mine.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Song of a Sun Flower


I stood beside the sunflower

Asked her about her rise to fame

She looked me in the eye told me to release my shame

Be not afraid my girl of standing in your light

You shine beside me now I see

Just as I do for you and thee

We share a journey

Of colour we two dance

Our conversations swayed to the lovers of romance

Sing to me oh sweet one

Praises held so deep as she sweeps me off my feet

She whispered in my ear

Never be afraid to stand up tall and touch the sky

The sun will be your alibi

Be yourself, never camouflage

You will find delight when you claim your right

Be not forsaken

You were never lost

Shine your light from within

Like a beacon you will call

Remembering the union

of the Sunflower of so tall

Ode To Grace


I stood beside a sunflower who was reaching for the sun she remindered me of a friend so long ago who took me by the hand. She opened up a door, invited me to peer into another part of me. Creative options tumbled through Georgia, Matisse Van Gogh and lets not forget my most obsessive Johnny Depp. I would like to thank her, but she no longer is a friend, sadness at the separation, acceptance of the loss. I would like to take time to remember the times of laughter and tears we shared upon New Years. She was my friend, soul sister for a time, I believe the contract was hers and mine, that if I should forget who I truly was she would slip beside me remembering what I forgot. Sorry for unkindnesses I would like to say "You showed me freedom and there was no greater day, to remember you as a Sunflower than today