Friday, December 25, 2015

The Winter Collection

There's a tide coming in 
He said close your eyes 
Follow me girl 
Into the forest we walk 
Blind folded my love 
Eyes wide open - 

Laundry hanging on the line 
Paper clipped heart shapes made of twine 
Tell me Mr sandman , I write fairy tales in sand , washed away by the hands 
Of the unforgiving tide - 

Follow me he says - 
He laughs - 

The forest is cold - 
The crows are screaming 
I ask,"have you heard a word I said?" 

The sun is setting 
The path is narrowing ,
You hold my hand and whisper - 
Trust me - 

I see him , leaving 
And I see him leaving too - 
I remember their suit cases were packed long before you got here . 

And I'm peeking through these cracks 
And I let go of your hand 
Because your fingers 
Are their fingers 
And I'm packed 
The train is waiting you see 
It's always waiting 

Paper mache heart 
Perfectly clipped to your hand 
In place where I once stood 

Tell me Mr sandman , 
How do I write fairy tales 
In pen ? 

With blind fold on 
Eyes closed 

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Electrical Conduction

A thousand notes scattered and scarred
Can you die of a broken heart ? 
Electrical problems they say - 

There's a thin line 
As I drive one last mile 
Praying all the way to the grave 

This time I'm alone . 

Hand stitched friendship bracelets 
Gold cross around my neck 
Tattered I am 
Used up 
What will they say ? 

As every dream streams down her face 
I hear the dial tone 
No one left on the phone . 

Can you die from a broken a heart ? 
I read the news this morning 
The pills prescribed are mine . 

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Another Song

Picking up hands she says 
As the faceless clock mocks me 
I fear my leader has gone 
And I can't reckon the last time I sailed 
Fearless - 

Can you see the magic ? 
The moment I stepped in to your black picket fences 
I burned them to ashes 
We called it love 
No one understands this rhyme 
Of a locket split and frozen in time 

Conversations running back and forth in our minds 
He heard the music play you see 
Silent in the winter air 

Now left writing fairy tales 

Friday, December 4, 2015


Old magazine add reads 
Obituaries of torn up pictures 
Left over memories with no finger prints 
No names - 

Contacts embrace dialated lense 
Old tears fill an ocean of pillows 
I rest my head on , only I never sleep 
As I carry on alone 
Walking with regret 
Growing grey and invisible yet invincible isn't the same 

Tell me as I lie here alone 
How will it end 
What will it say 
As the water rises 
And the violins play 
Their  tune drunk

They never understood a word 
They say 
Never understood 
The girl at all -