147, ALL THAT YOU CANNOT KILL

I am the voice of the innocent
Hear me,
I am the voice of the frightened
Fear me,
I am the voice of the dead
Remember me,
I am the voice in your head
Though you killed me.

I am the blood on the floor
See me,
I am the blood on your clothes
Feel me,
I am the blood on the books
Read me,
I am the blood on your hands
You’ll never clean me.

I was the light in this world
Honestly,
I was the youth of this world
Truly,
I was future, I was king
Rightly,
I was hope, I was joy
Till you denied me.

I am the shadow on the wall
See me,
I am the shadow on your soul
Feel me,
I am the shadow on your shadow
You’ll never lose me,
I am the shadow of all sorrows
Soothe me.

I wasn’t black, I wasn’t white
I was human,
I wasn’t gay, I wasn’t straight
I was human,
I wasn’t left, I wasn’t right
I was human,
But what you did, but what you took
Can you be human?

I was a child, not a judge
Yet you killed me,
I was a student learning life
But you killed me,
Not your husband, not your wife
Still you killed me,
I am gone, but I am greater
You’re gonna wish you never killed me.

RIPPLES WITHIN

I watched the water,
Weighted with reflections,
Rippling away in the wind,
The perfect pool pulsing
In the park; fluid, frivolous,
Hidden in a hallow dug out
Behind an empty, unused seat,
Far from the footprints of boots
And buggies or the suction
Of the sun to swallow it up.

I watched that worrying water
And wondered if all its ripples
Were fuelled first on fear or
Something so much more sinister,
A sunken sin beneath the surface,
Something rough that rendered it
Raw and then I wondered, perhaps,
If its motions were just reactions,
Tremors triggered to the changes
All the while riddling and rumbling
And ruminating deep within me.

SEASONAL SHIFT

I shift like nature, calling snows
To coat me, cover me in a crisp
Canvas of change to bathe in,
To be reborn in, before I skate away
From winds that wither my world.
Bone chilled, I can wander off
To warmer shores, eager for sun
To sooth me, to sink within me
In the form of friend, in the hope
Of something more significant,
Safely steering past the storms
Sent solely to scare, to remind me
Of nature and it’s naughtiness,
Prickling and pruning me, nipping
Away at my every blossom, often
Plucking me at every possibility.
I can be a season of hurricanes,
All harshened and hardened
By human history. I too can tear
Through territories and leave
My markings. I can command a sea
Of storms, all of my own making,
And rise a wave to part the oceans,
To aid me in my crossing to a new
Wide world of my own creation.

BLANK CANVAS

I thought it lonely
To be together
With so much standing
In between,
But now,
In this solitude,
These moments tick
Like echoes
Of what’s been lost,
Like laughter
Now fading,
Like love
Now separating,
Like the time shared
Now a fragment of another life,
Another hold we let go of,
Another force to fragile to fight.

I though it lonely
To be together
But this solitary life
Is not the picture
I wanted to paint,
There is too much still life,
All but lines and lessons,
No rhythm,
No reason,
Only a melancholy
In its lack of movement.

White,
Black page,
Blank canvas,
Again?

THE DRAW OF ANOTHER DAWN

Sitting
Wrapped in blankets,
In search of comfort,
In a corner,
Away from the mirth
And the madness.

Sitting
Wrapped in thoughts,
Distance dividing sorrow,
Tears washing away
Your image.

Sitting
As the piano plays,
Tickling tunes
Taunt with tension,
Tinged with regret.

Sitting
Worrying about
The what has been,
While waiting
For the what will be.

Sitting
As light fades from
Another day,
Waiting
As another dawn
Draws near.

SAIL ME

I had a point,
I had a purpose,
Had a position.

I sailed the seas,
I saw its secrets,
I’ve seen its storms.

I had a mast,
I had a mission,
I had a meaning.

I’ve had owners,
I’ve had lovers,
And I’ve had loss.

I carried crew,
I captured crabs,
I cut through currents.

I’ve had bottles,
Bashed and broken,
Upon my bow.

I have learned,
I have listened,
And I have laughed.

I have seen,
Sometimes sunk,
But have survived.

But now I sit,
For now I’m scrap,
No more to salvage.

So now I sit
And split the sides,
Seeping seams.

I had my worth,
I had the world,
I had no worries.

Now I’ve no point,
Now I’ve no purpose,
Now no position.

A BIRD IN FLIGHT

Like a bird in flight
Alive on the wind
Carefree to where it will take me
I rise and soar

Like a bird in flight
Viewing it all at once
The wide world beneath my movements
I look and learn

Like a bird in flight
Arms spread out
To feel the clouds, to touch the trees
To sense and see

Like a bird in flight
I am airborne
I am the sum of all my parts
I am the fire that warms the water
I am the air the feeds the earth.

ALL THAT REMAINS

I walked to you today
Along the rocky shore
As the winds roared
And the rain fell,
Soft upon my face.
I walked to you today
In hiking boots
And specs of snow,
Though hills and dales
And pools of tide.
I walked to you today
To where you stood,
To the cliff you’ve claimed,
To the earth you’ve clung to
Through the raging storms,
Through the dawns and deaths,
Through the hope and hurt,
Through the tides and tears.
I walked to you today
Now but a shadow
Of your once gallant glory,
Now but walls of stone
Devoid of laughter and life,
No roof to cover you,
No door to open you.
I walked to you today,
A ruined remains
Of all that once was
To remind me
Of all that still can be,
To reassure me
That not everything
Must be lost to the raging sea

I Smile

I smile
To break the silence,
I smile
To deflect the darkness,
I smile
To wake the day,
I smile
To kill the fear,
I smile
To steady the tears, falling,
I smile
To remind myself I can,
I smile
To remind myself of all that can be, better,
I smile
To find the joy,
I smile
To hear the music,
I smile
To feel alive,
I smile
To laugh in the face of depression,
I smile
To let the love in,
I smile
To let the negative out,
I smile
Because it is a choice,
I smile
Because the other is too much,
I smile
Because I cried, before,
I smile
Because I am here, today,
I smile
Because I am living, now,
I smile
Because I am a part of it all;

The freedom and the chaos,
The push and the pull,
The living and the dying,
The beginning and the end,
The tears and the happiness,
The folly and the fate.

I smile
Because it’s more beautiful than a frown.
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