Category: Poetry

Poetry: Temazcal

There is a magic place I know, Of mounts and fertile fields below, Of caves bestrewn in herbs and flowers, Of burning rocks that steam for hours. A fire blazing – bringing glow to doors, With trees and grasses brewing in my nose. Where breath is deep and passes through my whole, Where thoughts depart Read More …

Poetry: Ode to Icarus

No breath escapes, no sound is heard. When gravity is lost, dreams Come crashing into our reality And cannot be told apart. There are no smells, the light comes from within – Its subtle glow masking the bareness of the walls. Our hearts beat to warm us both. I feel my fingers passing over her Read More …

Poetry: Rain

When clouds sit low upon the land, When earth and sky are wet with rain, The titter tatter on the roof, The pitter patter on the pane. I like it cold and wet beyond For all the reason more That after whetted by days of sun I’ve covered hours to look ‘fore. When all is Read More …

Poetry: Lying Still

Death becomes me Lying still, Devoid of thought, With nothing left to feel. A new release Found on my brow, Carefree in nothing — No pain to handle now. What sorrow brought in day to day, Is now exhaled And fades away. No lust to fan The flames of loins, There is no fear In Read More …

Poetry: The Hour of Truth

That shameful hour fast approaches, and I with it reveal. Caught in the back and cramped and foggy, this life to me does so appeal. In those close quarters the truth is laden – baring all before the world. In that darkest of night’s hours, it is the only thing I wish to hold. All Read More …

Poetry: Somewhere

Somewhere beyond the sea of hope, there’s time, time, time. Somewhere beyond the limitless scope, you are mine, mine, mine. Somewhere out there, where my mind ‘s at peace, there’s calm, calm, calm. Somewhere out there, there’s a chance for release, like a balm, balm, balm. Somehow I manage to dream of that land, to Read More …

Poetry: The Chase

From coast to coast The sun I chase, O’er peaks and valleys, Blinded by my haste. From Glacial ruins, To fields of golden grain, Past sea-like lakes, Through thunder, wind and rain. I see my end, as it’s contained Within the rise and fall of our sky’s flame. I smell the firs, the fruit and Read More …

Poetry: Stumbling

Unravel the mystery of life, my love, Tell me the source of my trouble. Why do the clouds follow my path from above, Their beauty so masked as I stumble? Show me the sun that will set nevermore, Show me the place where in peace I may lie, Show me the place where my bones Read More …