Hear me

You didn’t hear me, did you? My face started to shiver, the sky went dark as my hands started to quiver, thunder roared from the skies, my blood ran cold as an icy river

You don’t hear me, do you? I felt my mouth run dry, felt like years gone by since I felt the urge to cry, a single tear dropped from my eye, so much time wasted but yet I still try, you grab my hands, why do I still feel shy, I still love you, but should you ask, I would deny

You won’t hear me, will you? I finally resign, the skies open and the sun begins to shine, warm my blood once more, light the candles to my shrine, my body, my temple, perfect architecture of my design, I don’t need you to notice me, I’ll be just fine

Photo by Oleksandr Pidvalnyi

Letter to my lover

The first time we met, I had no idea you would change the way I see the world, I had no idea life could feel this way, I would gladly take your hand into the sunrise to seize each day

You opened my eyes to colours and the way that they feel, the passion of a fiery crimson sunset, sweet serenity of amber fields and rolling green hills, the soothing azure of an ocean riddled with ripples

You helped me hear words unspoken, realise dreams untold, to sit surrounded by darkness and watch the beauty unfold, be cleansed by the purity of a blinding light, to find what matters most, to stand and fight

You showed me the world through your charming eyes, so full of hope, your touch in anxious moments has helped me cope, your calming voice in the silence of deafening depression, your acts of kindness when faced with raw aggression

You understand me and I pray I understand you too, soulmates on an astral plane, a real love so true, everyday a new connection, our true love brand new

The true love of my life, my beautiful wife!

You drive me crazy and that’s okay

You drive me crazy, you make my day, you give me headaches, when you moan to play, you drive me crazy and that’s okay, because I wouldn’t spend my time with you, any other way

You’re always hungry, where do you keep all that food, I’m sorry that dad’s not always in the mood, understand that I’m tired and work hard everyday, to give you the best, in every way

Know that dad loves you and you’re his best friend, I’ll always be there for you, you can always depend, bring me your troubles, bring me your peace, we’ll share every victory and every defeat

So sleep sweet my baby, I’ll be here when you rise, you’ll always be my baby, no matter your size

Photo by Luana Freitas

The Broken man

Quiet Friday afternoon, the sun will sure be setting soon, ground floor of a cheap motel, an empty man that’s just a shell

Car broke down, it’s somewhere stuck, a broken man down on his luck, all his life a punching bag, discarded like a torn up rag

Trying just to numb the pain, a loaded needle to a vein, he knows it’s not the way to deal, he just can’t cope with how he feels

Turns off the lights and goes to bed, demons dancing through his head, eyes shut he begins to pray, tomorrow brings a better day

Photo by JESSICA TICOZZELLI

The Search…

I have spent countless nights beneath the stars, surrounded by woods and the company of wildlings, lifetimes in icy tundras, a chilling loneliness the frost brings

Scorching days of desert heat, blistering signs of near defeat, the crashing waves of ocean storms, homeless nights out on the street

I have set foot on paths uncovered, where no man has stepped before, layed my head on beds of flowers, where no heads have layed for sure

I have seen wonders of the modern world and Marvels of the past, but a beauty such as my lost love, has yet to be surpassed…

Ponderer on the Shoreline

You sustain life just as easily as you take it away, wild in the Winter, a blessing on a Summers day, gentle ocean breeze upon my skin do spray, sweet siren songs upon your shores all day

We spend hours pondering as you hypnotise us with your rhythmic movements, without words you answer all the questions of this life’s confusion

Untamable, can’t be conquered, blue guardian of so many mysteries, gatekeeper since the dawn of history, your salty depths hold tales of joy and misery, how I long to dive in thee, salted life giving entity


Death of the embers

Frigid and lonely, your voice echoes in the distance, the last of the dying embers, kept alive through reminiscences

Fearful of the darkness, we hold on dearly even though we burn, your voice echoes in the distance, the embers grow colder in return

Gather them together, hold them close, hold them dear, your voice no longer echoes, the embers disappear

Silent and somber, we search for flames in fields of darkness, ash and thick smoke left by Loves burning carcass

All that remains…

More beautiful a curse is yet to be imagined, more painful a blessing is yet to be fathomed,

So tiny a trinket of most epic proportions, sweet words fall from her lips with underlying distortions,

When evil surrounds you and you feel you can not cope, all that remains is inside you, all that remains is hope.