Familiar Nov. 2008

familiar waves from a stagnant ocean
crashing over all emotion
drumming down to a dull roar
all that was felt before
building presure, yet going nowhere
rising and falling but never changing

alone and cold
surrounded by warm currents
feeling nothing and old
watching from the turret
safe and secure
locked and bolted
echos of past laughter
bouncing down the hollow halls
fleeting and unnoticed

a thick blanket
thrown over the limbs of life
to hide and shield them
from all the unending strife
a muted tone and softer glance
belies of peace and cheer
faint music to which you can't dance
rings through hollow ears

unhearing, unseeing
a safer kind of hell
twisted and broken
laying where you fell
lost and forsaken
though surrounded by words
whose meanings are lost and taken
and not really heard

familiar waves
a flowing ease
easier to drift
to sit and freeze
than to fight and swim
for yet another whim
easier to sink
than to think

Waterfall Feb. 2008

a waterfall..
waiting on the edge of an eyelash..
pushing.. desperatly trying to fall
to land with a splahs

on a torn and bruised heart
a shell of beauty
a place that once had a part
that was love so completly

now hollow, the place stands
abandoned and unwanted
like a ship in sunken sands
no longer a vessel of joy, but haunted

a vessel now of ghosts
of visons, specters, and lost sisters
a silver thread weaving among the hosts
of the wailing,silent space, sequestered

a sob..
choked back with great effort..
rising, pushing.. trying to cry out
to reach out for any comfort

a thousand visions..
each a memory past
whirling in slow motions
disappearing all too fast

a girl left shaking..
alone and abused
desperatly asking
how this could have ensued.

no answer from the hollow halls,
no voice from the heavens,
no reasonable reason at all,
nothing but...

a tiny silver thread..
drifting yet attached
from far above and overhead
imposible to get a grasp

a tiny star slips out of sight
and all is wrong at once
no way to guide this ship in night
a hollow heart it's only pulse

this ship is sailing now
without any course or compass
with a single girl at the bow
frozen, praying for it to pass.

a waterfall..
cascading, down soft and rounded cheek
rushing over every fault
leaving the heart battered,weak

the bruises swell and quiver
any touch a cause to break
lamenting each tear,this rushing river
pain at it's most..a tormenting peak

and still the space sits hollow
abandoned and unused
no other tenant shall follow
no other radiant muse

the misty ship now sails
into an unknown night
the ghostly memory wails
slowly fading out of sight..

but never out of view.

no, never really away from you...