Here Jun 23, 2007

here I am in my misplaced trust in humanity
here I am all derobed and unmasked
here I am crushed and shattered to a million pieces
here I am speaking from my heart but you do not hear me
here I am still no matter what the consequences
here I am and here I always will be

Sails Jun 02, 2007

majestic she sits upon the water
awaiting her moment of history
to unfurl her pristine white sails
and embark into the great beyond
finally all is on board
and anchor is lifted
sails catch the wind
and she edges forward
with each lift and fall upon the waves
new adventure awaits

Reflections Nov 20, 2006

The looking glass;
Shows my image in reverse;
It starts the mind thinking;
Does world see me inverted as well

When I touch my left cheek;
You touch your right;
I am not inverting;
Then why are you?

Big clean glass walls;
Reflecting images that are passing;
I catch myself in motion;
And stop stunned for a moment

Is that really who I am;
Is there more to me;
Than your eyes can see;
More than moving pictures

This mind is tricky;
The eyes more so;
All images are merely;
Light’s reflections forming

I look into the looking glass;
I see my left as my right;
Reversed and inverted;
This is I

Broken Wings Oct 03, 2007

What better way to heal old wounds
Than to write the pain away
Like how raindrops wash the grime and dust
Leaving cleansed freshness post downpour
Let the lyrical string of words and letters
Soothe like balm and calm the soul
Hurts in the past, leave them behind
Look to the present and the future
Emancipated and free
Let the wind give flight again
To once broken wings

Chest Out ... June 27, 2008

with thoughts preoccupied
I stared blankly outside
my 12th floor window
not really aware
how the sun and clouds
made merry pictures
against less than blue skies

the occasional irate driver
blasting his horn
indignant at this cumbersome halt
hardly broke into
the meandering motions of my brain

straight ahead in line with with my gaze
is a white wall of the building opposite
interspersed with blue metal lattice
hiding ugly knick knacks of long
occupied office premises

for a better view
I crane my neck forward and look right
and there before me the artificial greens
peppered with noon time golfers
as sunlight glints off the ripples in the pond

out of the corner of my eye
I catch a distracting motion
and with some deliberation
I look left

there behold on the outer sill
a feathered creature
dirty brown
with a tuft of yellow upon its chest
what piercing disdain
from those ruby red eyes

I am not convinced
that this winged creature
acknowledged my uninvited stare
as it tried to inconspicuously preen
hopping to some trance like tune

then there it was
right before me
separated by glass
rudely holding each others' gaze

almost a stand off
we each
refused to look away
and as if in disgusted dismissal
it gave me one last up down
chest puffed out
spread its wings
took flight
following the wind

such arrogance
such freedom
it made me for a moment
wish
I too could spread my wings
and fly