We work in the Dark; we give what we have. Our Doubt is our passion- our passion is our task, and the rest is the madness of art. -Henry James

Thursday, December 01, 2005

been writing poetry at MySpace for some reason. Preserving it here.


Thursday, December 01, 2005

One Door Opens
Current mood: grieving


another closes.

sometimes it is hard to decipher which

is witch



a hand reached to me

I answered

I found a friend

and for a time was healed



Now I am at a loss



It seems life chips away

in little tiny moves

breaking this heart

to shards

and then quarks

an dthere is no glue

to mend it with



I tire of the goodbyes

especially those never said

I tire of the empty spaces

left as the room grows cold



I suppose
I look outside myself

for too much affirmation

but it is said that one

is known by the company

one keeps



Would that I could keep yours



I'm tired of closing doors



and learning not to trust

the next that opens.



In bitter tears I turn away.

I stole those pictures today

they may be all I have

when the morning light turns grey



i hate goodbye

I hate having to lose

I hate knowing once again

I walk through here alone

I hope it changes

but I will mourn just the same



a part of me died today

and the passing should be honoured



in the name of the Triple Goddess,

Maiden, Mother, Crone

I bid thee godspeed to wherever

and pray that you come home.



blessed be my friend.












Saturday, November 26, 2005

not sure


so much pain in the world



and we usually inflict it upon ourselves.



there is no outside remedy



no place to hide til it goes away



only time to spend inside



seek within

for the strenght

the answers

the thing that is us

each and all



it is only from ourselves

that true happiness is derived



no one and nothing

else

can patch the holes,

mend the heart,

guide us through this life



the zen buddhists

call it

chop wood, carry water



do the simple things

to the best of your waking day



be happy in the little accomplishments



and know you have

made a difference

in a life

if merely your own





there is no other true place

for peace to grow



but in one's own heart.


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an early AM away
Current mood: tired of games


Ah!

this is driving me crazy!



Too much time in my own head and I still cannot see the way.



I cannot have what works for me,



yet what I can isn't what I need.



Sometimes there are too many facets to this life and I can't

tell which is real and which a lie.



there's that word again.

you brought it up awhile back, with bitterness,

and sarcasm, yet again trying to joke

but not really.

I am sometimes not sure when to laugh



or give you a hug.



but there you are.

Beauty as to only artists,

yet there you stand

looking uncomfortable in your own skin

making me wonder if I

am dealing with a man

or a boy.





Most are both really,

and I love and envy

them for it.

they remind me how to play

bu none ever seems to stay





I don't know why.



but for you,

I would try.

and again there it is-

I do not know why.



I only know I hate the cold pillow

next to me, and the distance

between us,



you and me.


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Thursday, November 24, 2005

Turnings
Current mood: quiet


crisp bite in the air

normal sounds of everyday

muffled to extinction

skies whisper

of coming cold

leaves flap by

in their migration



winter comes

this is the time

of dying

to be reborn

at midwinter fires



the world turns round

once more



peace in the coming times , friends.




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Sunday, November 20, 2005

Unable


wanna be somewhere else right now. Close enough to touch, though it is forbidden. For now anyway.



Want to know I have the chance I need. Want to know that something might just go right for me for a change.



and unable to do a damn thing about it. too far away. wait for another day....



to touch and say

what I feel.

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