Sweet Winter

It’s a warm day in January
Months till the summer comes
But somehow the springtime
Seems not far away
I’ve been writing too fiercely
Like the words that will lift me
Are just within reach now
And coming on strong

Icicles dripping,
The water flows softly now
Slow like a river
Warmed low with the sun
Maybe you’re winter now
Wait till the summer’s here
I’ve got the mind
To let this free horse run

Smoking this cigarette
Chills and the moonlight
Talking too quickly
To think that I’m sane
Quiet home, candles lit
Windows high, here I sit
Full of the fear of
Reviving the game

Late at night, windy howls
I feel that sadness
Brush sweet ‘cross my face
Wrap her arms like a child
Yet, somehow, not alone
I think I’m given
This chance to make right the days
And make it towards home

Icicles dripping,
The water flows softly now
Slow like a river
Warmed low with the sun
Maybe you’re winter now
Wait till the summer’s here
I’ve got the mind
To let this free horse run

To The Road

Boundaries, in the daylight,
A certain clarity in mundane tasks;
To wish the truth was sustenance enough,
The meal prepared, not prelude to silence.
Fences climbed at night,
To find freedom in a pasture
Not tilled in years, not fed
With hands not guilty.
The path to me, with gnarled roots
And treads mistaken for the higher road -
I’m happy to invite you here,
But walk with honesty, my friend.
This path is beaten down,
Your feet are dirty,
The woods are dark and lonely,
And we are all we have.

Lighter

It’s perilous to lie,
And the great thread tugs at your mind
Making knots, like tiny pebbles
Swimming inside a fragile shell
Of truth.
The games we play
A misdirected arrow, since, by shooting many
We’re bound to land a kill...
and I don't want to kill no more;
The tether
Is loosed.

Not High

I just wrote about 1000 words of perfectly incoherent jibberish.
So you're not getting THAT post.

GOD DAMN it's only January 11th and I can already feel the
Seasonal Affective Disorder creeping in. How the hell have you Canadians
managed to resist suicide this long?!

If I don't get out of here I think I'm going to crack.

(*this happy post has been brought to you by afghan opium farmers*)
(*at least *they're* happy*)

:-) :-) :-) :-)

This Door, In Age Revealing

We won’t be putting each other high on a pedestal,
Till the last trace of learned-our-lesson has its day;
Can’t imagine going on without the fear of losing,
Or with freedom to let something good walk away.
You’re of the best familiar faces, but there’s nothing free;
The touch you wake to feel, and doubt, is not your own
A million words, a thousand touches won’t fill up that space
I watch with light eyes burning, and the world seems small.
We’ve nothing more but time and thirst to be accustomed to,
So easily I’d drink what’s left, and fill your cup,
The better part of me wants truth revealed; when words we give
The wait is fleeting; a word makes distance a kiss.

Muse

The state of mind you’ve brought me to
Like a rubber band stretched thin
An anchor in patience, an anchor in fire
Potential locked within
There’s some great madness hidden here
When I can’t let karma be
Spinning webs but telling truth
Wishing lies get washed to sea
My fortune always takes the wheel
When I don’t know where to drive
I’ve never needed compasses
To make it out alive
But I feel you’re just my passenger
Though you’d rather be my muse
It’s your fortune to be clinging to
Something wilder than your youth
So I’m not afraid of moving on
Let the anchor’s weight be raised
I just fear that you won’t make it through
A year of lonely days
But your passion keeps you grounded
To an earth that’s often cold
I have wished too long to warm you
Into letting time unfold
You just cannot change an anchor
Into feathers, into light
And you cannot stay the motion
Of a storm intent on flight.

"Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee and just as hard to sleep after."

~Anne Morrow Lindbergh, 'Gift From the Sea'

(It’s crazy...frightening...wonderful...unfortunate how we can often intensely communicate with someone we barely know...and yet such a lack of communication with someone we know so well. Do we just lose interest? Is there nothing left to talk about? That part of it seems easier to understand. But the intensity of random acquaintances, much less so. How can I walk into a room of strangers and sit down to a conversation that leaves me speechless for days...but I can’t sit with someone I’ve known for a lifetime and do the same thing? Is it possible to change that? Would I want to? I’ve really always wondered if this is just my experience, I wonder if I just get...bored...easily. It can’t be. I also think that sometimes, we’re just seeing something that isn’t really there. What did we ever really talk about? Did we ever stay up all night just talking...talking so intensely we were unable to do anything else and quite unlikely to sleep? Even if one were to do that, I’m not naïve enough to think that could be sustained forever. Everyone gets comfortable. It’s got to remain though, on some level. There’s nothing worse than a fancy candlelit dinner, with wine and flowers and nothing to say.)



Here, just a few damn words
About nothing, meaning everything
It’s the conversation
You can’t imagine having
When we all think silence is comfort

Here is a table, set
With all the fancy, shiny
Make me happy things
Thank God I turned on the music
Because there’s nothing more to say

You took something gold
And made it cheaper
I took something safe
And made it weaker
I think the words and silence
Might be all we have left

I stop myself short
Of wondering what the other roads would do
To the way out I’ve come to
The way in you discovered too late
And all those paths that intersect

We can’t have that gold
You know, without the world
Coveting our fortune, and the safety
Without temptation showing us the edge
But maybe we can learn and prove them wrong

You took something gold
And made it cheaper
I took something safe
And made it weaker
And though the words and silence
Might be all we have left
I think that we can learn to prove them wrong
I think that we can learn to prove them wrong
I think that we can learn to prove them wrong