Released

in my mind,
in my heart,
i have made peace with you

a once familiar presence
a twin of the soul
an unintentional inspiration

from beyond, the call is heralded
souls entwined for eternity
wished for or not, it is truth

rash words, rash judgments
fits of passion, jumps to anger
all due to lack of comprehension

now, understanding dawns
and you have been released
continue your search for destiny

but one question remains in my heart
why did you refuse to look into my eyes
what were you afraid you would see

Merely Musings

For me, writing is akin to breathing. I can stop anytime I want...for short periods of time...but while I live it is something I must do, something I do naturally and without thinking.


I've had this phrase swirling around my brain for years now and had intended to get it translated into Gaelic and have it tattooed. But for some reason I never did that. I realize now why that was. It's because it was incomplete. And because Gaelic is the wrong language to use...I should use English. The now-completed phrase? "On the journey of life, follow your heart - dance to it's music, heed it's wisdom, be comforted by it's love."


People spend their lives in search of a treasure that exists within them every moment of every day.


My destiny is a montage of images in front of my eyes, made up of my experiences and insights. A film that only I can see, omens that only I can interpret.


The creation of perfection eludes me.
Until I realize that it is folly
to attempt to create perfection
in an imperfect world.
Imperfection is, in itself,
beautifully perfect.

Give Me Your Hand

Lost soul, tentative soul
traversing the edges of the universe,
pacing at the shoreline,
toe testing the temperature of the deeps
before you cannonball in.
The water may sometimes be rough;
it may not always be warm;
but there is always something happening.
Don't miss out,
have courage,
take a chance.
Dive in!

In my Dreams

In my dreams I delude myself.
In my dreams you are there.
We meet and embrace,
we speak and share and laugh.
In my dreams I watch you as you create
and your words and images are of me.
In my dreams you inspire me
and my creation flows effortlessly from within.
We touch one another,
body, mind and soul,
electrified so deeply it defies words,
simple and ecstatic, wild and free.
But it must be in my dreams
for I know you not and I awake alone.
In my dreams you are there,
and I no longer want to sleep.

Simply

Why do I feel so helpless,
like I'm lost in a dream?
I live a life of privilege,
but not by Western means.
Should I feel guilt
or overwhelming despair?
How do I move forward
when I don't know how to get there?
I'm such a tortured anguished soul
until reality rears her head.
And then I'm merely thankful,
for benevolence,
food in my belly, a roof over my head.

War-torn

I have no more tears to shed
I'm so tired of crying
yet the liquid still glistens wetly
trickling from eyes that do not wish to see
yet will not allow themselves to close

The solution to grief, to pain, to fear?

One man's justice is another's injustice
One man's horror is another's reality

The beautiful fragility of life, of humanity,
violently torn to shreds on a whim.

Drip, drip, drip

black diamonds glisten wetly
paving the road this endless night
my mind a hazy fog, walking along,
blinded by my uncertain nature
the comfort of a familiar haven
unfamiliar on this night
my passion is draining down
the irresistible whirlpool of disillusionment
my demise, my reprise

Hiatus? Who am I kidding?

I don't want to wander through life
holding onto a past that never was,
ghosts amidst the shadows, flickers of light,
hopes and fears, whispered regrets,
only to wake up one dark day
and realize it was all wasted.

The balance between hope and dream,
myth and reality is tenuous.
The muse I never asked for, unwanted,
lives on and on, silently scratching in my mind,
playfully stoking the fires of my creativity.
The one glorious genius constant
in my inconsistent existence.