Upon the morning star

a tear drop. My wish bone shatters.

The ledge beneath my feet

The fragile balance of my mind.

My eyes close. I pray.

Spread my arms. I fly.

Down I fly. falling...

out of the night sky.

Making memories out of nothing.

Laughing at the irony...of my sceptic mind

Hope. Fate. Absence.

I contemplate the peace of silence.

And from the canvas, the colors fade

...until there's nothing left, but white. 

The Painting

My fingers smear color, on the human form...

lovingly tracing the contours, of your imperfection,
with my chaotic mind.

You fade away.

There's no name, no face, nothing.
Just my creation, a thousand brilliant colors...
spread without a pattern, on an empty canvas.

Your soul becomes one, with my painting and my prayer...
and you lose yourself, in the canvas, that is you.

And in a rose you will find
that truth
Elusive like color
in a graylit sky

from your soul
it flows
from my mind
it crumbles

a far away dream
a forgotten love
faded, like a memory
faded, like your jeans

in this jaded today
wraps your colored tomorrow
and in a moment of ignorance
your mistake is forgiven

free now, but illusioned
the fall looms ahead
blind to its cause
blind to that deep red shade

come lay your head
on the comfort of yesterday

And i, your want of illusion
will take away, your pain and your sorrow

And take me away I said…
In a whisper, like a moon

Where to my love, there’s nowhere I know
I’m nothing but a figment of your satire

and with curtains drawn
the empty theatre of life
echoed with applause

long gone...long gone

goodnight, he said.
And to all...goodbye.

Drawing circles in the sand…with my madness, with your smile
Restless waves and fancy-free…riding riddles in my mind
Circles…like a ring of fire…never-ending love, a tryst with lust
Engulfed in a moment, a world of glass…
Shattered at the merest sound,
a whisper in my ear… a scream silhouetted in pride.

Never ending love, a tryst with lust…
A far cry from fine reason, substance of the mind…
Escaping the lunacy of the now, drowning in the notion of desire…
Living in the pacific moment, fleeing from attachment without a caveat
Choosing the labyrinth to the dreamed of momentary Utopia

Choosing the labyrinth to the dreamed of momentary Utopia
Will it still be Utopia, if it isn’t momentary…
The cold comfort of what’s not to be
The famished beginnings of an unlikely dawn
Stretch out your hands, a little too late
A little too late, as your fingertips feel it all…easily slip away.

Holding on In our moment of bliss, spoken and unheard….heard and unspoken,
Surrounded by the consciousness, unaware of else…seeking impunity.
Dougie’s 42, a guide to all questions hindering and naïve
The dreamed of land not a distant reality just a dream to dream,
A dream to be true, a dream to live, a dram being real…all else a vague possibility.

If dreams are real, and reality a vague possibility...
how far can you go, in keeping things the same
contradictory thoughts, a place of no return
those moments fade in the monotony of everyday
only to leave their mark....like faded scars from a memory far away

An impression, a mark left behind...as faded scars of a memory
Lasting the tide of times but not the tide itself
Threaded together with words weaving its magic,
Experience of a barefaced and unyeilding truth, in the form expressions
An afterthought that leaves behind poetically strung symbols for the ages.

Towards the yellow sun

Her fingers dripping paint

She left a trailing rainbow

A shadow on the run

Chasing lonely nights

A poem on her lips

Through spangled city lights

A child with broken wings

Colors tangled in her hair

Stars upon her head

With dreams under cover

Like a memory that bled

From white ringlet clouds

Upon the azure sky

Running on to nowhere

Free of worldly care…

And it rained

Momentarily, a fleeting glimpse, captured in her eyes

the realm of fragile love, drops down from the skies,

She looks on, in silence, as dreams crash all around

And in the debris, finds memories of a youth left incomplete

She runs her fingers through her hair, crimson tears she cries

The clouds stood still, like repentant lovers drowning in her pain

and when her tears ran out, from the skies it rained.

Why does love unrequited, always leave its ugly scars,

on hope and harrowed tomorrows, on yesterdays’ hollowed smiles.

I lie about the pain, but cannot hide its stains

I look away from you, hoping to lose myself in the darkness of my mind.

Why, is it heading to destruction

how can you let it go

How do I forget my tomorrows

for the loss of a yesterday

She comes to me, her head bowed in shame

I hold her tenderly, but her soul slips away

An empty shell, where once was laughter

Another dreamer, without a dream

I screamed at the heaven, a silent hollow scream

And those unspoken words, lay suspended in the rain.