March 23, 2011

silence. the world sleeps while I toss and turn.
weird dreams awaken a longing inside me
that I haven’t felt for a very long time.

emptiness. the comfort of warmth is hiding.
I am left to guess, ponder and consider
whether I understand your real truth.

sadness. your promises have not been kept.
running without words! you are supposed
to be my support. pillar. like I am yours.



March 9, 2011

red as love sleeping peacefully in your arms
the maroon tones, gently
washing the crimson tides of passion, calm
warm light, yellow and soft

I was listening to CBC radio the other morning and I heard an inspiring piece about an art exhibition by ex-convicts from a halfway house in Toronto. The art was inspired by a text message to the halfway house inhabitants that asked “How would you like to be remembered when you die?” The art was the response and from the conversations it was interesting to remember once again that we are only divided by the circumstance of our lives. As one of the artists said “there are a lot of people out there that often do bad things – but they just don’t get caught. Yet these same people have no problem moralizing about the evils of doing bad things.”


March 1, 2011

silence, the sweetness of your sound
vibrates through my entire body
settling into my core, shaking the dust,
wiping the lintel above my soul

my friend the wind, torturous sounds
like the wolf howling after the kill
warm and cold all at once, simmering
this chill inside my timid heart

silence. silence, how I love your sound
moving aside my fears, watering
the seeds of my happiness, washing away
the doubt of who I always am