The Light and The Darkness (Tees and Writing Only)

in the most silent way,
how he passes his time,
gradual light graces his fronds,
smears across late day hues,
in an exquisite dance,
whispers through the tines.

the hill is bored endless by rabbit,
my cush…

Yes, I will undress for you,
Each garment slowly tossed aside,
And yes, I will confess to you
My wanting, without guilt or pride.

darkness sits in hot idleness
across my half sleeping form,
in unseasonal warmth,
the night noises enter
each open window.

you had to leave,
and in these days inbetween,
my second brain
does not see or hear…

For a moment
We were together
Building a life
Happily
But it was all in my head
Just a day dream
A small hope
An easy picture to see
Because it’s so easy
When we’re together
But I never told you
My dreams
My sma…

By allowing the elaborate collage of words to paint imagery they may only have encountered dripping out of their most unexplainable dreams…

I’ll walk the walk.
I’ll talk the talk.
I’am who I’am.
And that’s not all…

If I can sense your smell…
I’ll fly like a bat out of hell.
I’ll come crash…

Pixies highlight the ethereality
as the night sky falls upon you

and i’m boiling,
dressed all in black like a crow or a widow,
wondering why i am where i am
instead of lying in your arms

i recognise the signs,
as obvious now to me
as the simple passages of time.

but the growth of doubts
still catches me on my blindside,
and when alone
the effect is magnified.

i dont always enjoy this heat…

Are you finished tugging on my heart strings?

Here sits a wood and leather box
inside which lies a treasure.
I keep it there, for it’s not often needed.

we all need to find a hand
when there is no hand there,

when we search in the pantry for food
and find it is bare.

we all need to give,
and we all need to share,

and we all need a hand
when there is no h…

i sat overlooking
from the chair,
my back against the name inscribed
the brief celebration of your lifetime.

high angelic swifts,
in two’s and three’s
melted into the heights,
that only they ac…

Scribbles of a life well-lived are all this journal holds.
These pages, torn and tattered, sport coffee stains
and careless drips from a cherrydip ice cream cone.

Holding back these tears
Of all the pent up hope
That you’d be in this game of two
My light by my side
You’re always ready to run
What if I need you
What would you do
Throw your arms around me
An…

The wind, on this blue night,
is howling like a banshee,
sad voices carried on it.

i was barely born,
and those arms in which i was swept,
and in which i so soundly slept,
rocked.

today the heat rises high,
time hums
as it does endlessly through the wires.

we are alone in time,
but for n…

Do you look at the stars and ask them questions like I do?