Black and white,
just two colours,
no neutral land
no ephemeral shades
that come and go
once in fashion,
then no longer new.
through it all
for years and years
these two colours
are all that remain
undefeated, immemorial.
stripped bare of illusions
down to the naked truth
of the world
and the world's history
and its ghosts too.
the essence of truth
in absolution
in black and white
will set you free
or draw you in
to its simplicity
where does shade
become a shadow
where does the shadow
become darkness
the depth of eternity
confronts you
as you get pulled
into a black hole
a deep tunnel
of uncertainty
or one that's headed
towards light.
after all
that's what it means-
black and white.

A blank page. No emotions, no joy
no gleam of hope, no desperate prayers, 
no devastation, just frustration...
nothing ever fills my mind.
No dreams, no insomnia,
just plain old sleep 
to bide my time.
Surrealty, but no wonder,
no spark in my eyes
no words to speak
no love to share
no care to spare to a next of kin.
Emptiness the only thing
within me, around me, ahead of me, it is me.
All character, all life
has seeped away, 
I cannot act, I feel no pulse, 
my muscles have turned numb.
I lie awake, a blank ceiling 
is all I see, everywhere...
No drive, no motivation.
No inspiration, nothing new,
not even something old,
to spark a train
of comforting nostalgia.
My heart feels cold, my eyes, they bore
I watch people move
like lifeless souls..
all parallel lines, no tangents daring,
no haywire lives, no curves of learning.
The only change I sense,
gradual as it may be,
is my empty life turning
into a flatline.
And my being, another blank page
loose on the floor
no breeze to lift it
nothing to transcend it.

I'm scared

to turn out the lights

'Cause you're not here for me

in the middle of the night.

Who'll fight my fright

and bring me delight?

Who'll be my armourless knight?

This distance leaves me incomplete.

Where you are gone, 

loneliness creeps.

You leave me with a hollow pit,

Into it the sad pain seeps.

But through the bitter

the sweet comes through,

when I remember

that being apart

is what makes me think

more of you

So that way

you're always in my heart

and i feel somehow closer to you.

Forgiveness

Is one's relief another's pain?
Is a simple encounter much too plain?

Does it have to evoke a mighty tide?
To bring back the past, from deep inside?

Does it feel better to hurt the other?
Does that really help a future together?

Are you truly willing to let it go?
Or is all an act or a show?

Do you believe its good for you?
Or is your love for the other indeed true?

Do you forgive now, and later sigh?
Or does forgiveness last a lifetime?

Bursting with feeling, longing to express
But I cant find words, cant analyse
Cant break it down, and make it clear
It needs to be felt, its not something to hear
Its not my story, or a confession either

How I wish someone could probe
Into the depths of my mind, or into my soul
To be on par with who I am, and to know
And feel, the things I don't show
And to catch on, when I let it go

I must be patient, I must lie in wait
I must be silent, and just have faith
That someone someday will come around
And revel in this, my person, they've found
And be my voice, release my sound

Summer Haze

I had thought it was special,
What you and I shared;
The mist of the mornings
The warmth of the shade,
The flame of cool satin
In every kiss we spared...

But the fluttering of eyes
Brought new sight one day,
When my tears had ceased
And the fog had cleared,
Realisation dawned on me
On that fine summer day...

The flame that once blinded
Now ignited more of me,
Until I couldn't help but see
It wasn't you after all
That put me in a daze;
It was a summer haze

in the darkest darkness

before dawn breaks

in the deepest of waters

in the blackest of lakes

at the steepest climb

when the ground shakes

when you are forced

to up the stakes

it might seem like 

it's only snakes

and the ladders have all

been displaced

but one plus one remains two

and every step forward

makes a winner of you

it might be slow

in the wetness of snow

or a tangle of reeds 

in those deep black seas

but forever be faithful

to the drop of light

the golden saviour

in the distance hovers

waiting to lead you

those two steps forward

night-time spontaneity

Sitting here, late at night

I'm wondering what I should write

Something serious, something funny?

Or something witty and uncanny?

I realise I'm halfway there.

Using little poetic flair

It seems to flow best when in doubt

The thoughts I think are written out

No need to strike, not much to pause

No special purpose, theme or cause

I'm sure you see I love to rhyme

I don't care much for keeping time

I guess I'm done for tonight

I am relieved at the sight

Creative energy wisely spent

Hopefully I wont repent