Lost

wet from the rains

falling from the clouds above

cold and alone

their you stand

in amongst the confusion

lost inside the crowd

scared and alone

their you stand

do not be scared

you are not alone

I will be there

you will be found

2007

Over and Out

You were my shelter from the storm
You kept me safe
You kept me warm
But then your ways, they changed
And I became lost in your fierce force tornado

Far from Kansas
I was lost with Toto
I had to walk this road alone
No yellow bricks
What did I miss
You told me you’d never let go

What we had was beautiful
Just something short of wonderful
Where did it all go wrong

My thoughts take me back
I remember our good ways
But more importantly
I recall the bad days
Frame by frame
We walked down different roads

The love we had
Fuelled our fire
Now extinguished
Without desire.

June 2008

Word collaborations of 2005‏

Flight of such 21/02/05

The bird is perched on a branch
Ready to take flight
He spreads his wings but starts to fall
He does not know how to fly


My White Rabbit 01/03/05

Like Alice down the rabbit hole, darkness it never stopped
The fall began long ago, light fading in and out
No one knew that I had fallen, by then it was too late
The white rabbit tho, he had found me
And it was he who I did follow

Slowly I began to disappear, recede from sight to others
Metres above, just before and slightly from the bottom,
In a mirror, it was me, myself I was reflected
And in one moment, single on its own
From that evil dream, so quickly was I awoken


15 centimetres 2005

I’m suspended in the air just above the ground
I’m very still and not moving
my feet are so close to the dirt below
yet I’m still too far to touch down
when the time is right ill be lowered
hopefully that will be soon
its very quiet up here
and the view is much different
I'm not sure how i got here
but i know that I'm OK where i am
so I'm not scared
I'm very calm

Green 2005

A jealous man is not a wise man
and a wise man does not doubt
for a doubting man fears himself
as himself, he cannot trust


Trey 14/10/05

Lying so still, so peaceful
sleeping, you’re at ease
a firm grasp on my finger
your whole hand clutching tightly
it’s hard to watch you
so tiny, so fragile
but you are fighting, hard
I hold back my tears
so does your Dad
and then you smile

You have male.

A light breeze enters through the window to his left, outside the sky is a wash of pastel blue with a hint of grey. The clouds move like slow migrating buffalo, trailing their rain filled bellies to another time and place. It seems the day mimics his mood: Sadness mixed with Doxylamine.

Inside he sits with the memories of yesterday and thoughts of tomorrow.
Once again this poor boy has been dealt a nasty hand of fate.
A sucker to the game, a game he has lost once again.
But why does he allow himself to fall victim to the harsh reality of anothers soul whose carelessness constantly rips him apart.
He knows he needs to let go and move beyond this moment he has on repeat in his mind, but he cannot.

An unsent email sits on his screen, unsure if he should send it. He doubts it validity but only because he fears the ramifications that could follow.
But he rewinds his thoughts and watches in his mind, the emptiness he felt not 72 hours before.
It contains an honest expression of his distaste to ones past actions. It contains seriousness mixed with sadness and pain, hurt and tears.
A possible goodbye lingers and a trail of confusion intertwined in words and paragraphs explain the seriousness of the situation.
His anger was replaced with truth and suffering , his pain, painted all over it, like a white wash of tears, shines on through.
But he is unsure of the response that may not come.
It will be a defining moment and anticipation will keep him awake as he lay in his bed, sifting through the thoughts in his mind.