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its three in the morning and my mind falls to you
i’ve been slipping lately, forgetting things, regretting things
and then it happens
i see your face and the world moves to madness
broken glass and lilac blinds
thoughts of the years we spent together
thoughts of the hallway passes, the friendly masses
i hear noises i’ve forgotten
laughter that used to drown the droning dullness of this world
pen and paper games of never even cared
you walk forward, but we never made it there
lyrics of broken melodies
and all we noticed was a strong word
foreign to most, forlorn, a ghost
i spoke it to the night gods
they listened and laughed and lost my number
never cared, and never wondered
i move past the feelings now, i move through the reasons
you’ve passed on, long gone
the years have crumbled around the old place
and i know that there’s nothing left
nothing here
all dust and empty mugs
but i still long to see your face
i walk up the hills where we once met
and i know that there’s nothing there
nothing here
struggle on, is what you said
get it done, is what you said
death and the dull blade of the universe
pester me no more as i walk this world
there’s nothing here
nothing left
we played a game that fell to darkness
and all i wanted was a word
a melody
a song
its been a lifetime since i’ve seen you
why can’t i remember your face
new music and temptation
that’s right
you’re gone


Love Is

Love is, a difficult word to understand
awkward and unrelenting
love is in fact, a bottomless teapot
at one end you have the spout
ornate and carved by the waters of life
with energies, flavours and thoughts from far and wide
this spout is a magical doorway to the hills of lavender and lemon
with thyme’s fragrance gently enveloping the room around us
we pour from the never ending river of love, and saffron cinnamon
every day, we find ourselves invigorated by its poise
these are no doubt, the early years of love
soft to the touch, yet unflinching in the voice of uncertainty
at the best of times, the stream is calm
slow and steady wins the race, after all
then, as love progresses, there are surges of life and magical energy
much like a little cup of jasmine and ginger
strong and captivating to the taste buds
this mirrors the passion and strength of those in its embrace
there are times when it slows, but fear not the end
for the teapot is far from empty
when the flow is silent, there is but a new pot brewing
a new flavour created only for you
a storm of laughter and vigor, erupting in the shadows of adversity
and a strawberry sunrise

at the other end of love’s embrace
we have the robust base of the teapot
this is our mountain; the rock we build our homes upon
etched into a ceramic and celestial body
we have the many designs of our family, our youth
and our future
there can be no spout without the blessing of the pot itself
a vessel from which we pour the essence of life
warm and loving to the touch, we lift the pot daily
pouring love and shelter from its core
as our journey continues, the pot may grow colder
and sometimes, it is heavier
do not falter when this time comes to pass
stand firm in your values, and your visions of happiness
the teapot is your lifeline
there can be no healing without the taste of Green or Earl Grey
though there may be trouble here and there
there is always another cup of raspberry nectar brewing
another drop of cinnamon and snow
tilt the pot downwards, at an angle of unknowing
and you are sure to find the answers
that even teapots cannot show….


we left the homestead in a hurry
the barn was on fire and the gods were at the gate
there was no place for us to go
no hats where we could place our hangers, our heads
all was lost in the blaze
all but our hearts and the rusty cages we kept them in
we fled the valley and ran into another
only to find a loveless gorge of empty eggshells
empty nests and broken bed wells


we lingered in a moonlit yard
the air was calm, inviting
no shadows kept the place, no darkness plagued the stone
our youngest shrieked “Exciting!”
alarmed at her outburst, and at the sight of her soul
she ran into a half burned hovel
crackling and whispering of old misfortunes
we hurried after her, but she was lost
her mind was an anvil, in an ocean time forgot

-keys turn-

we wept and called to her
to the gods that we’d forgotten
we cried to our long lost loved ones

-all quiet in the hall-
-no time for tales of horror-

sleep now young child
be still
I’ll have more fear for you tomorrow