Life is and continues to be fractured. As I get older the truths and constants that I held in my hands as law now seem like childlike echoes of something more noble…
Wednesday, 8 June 2011
why we walk away
she was beautiful
smart
young
she made you smile
and you had forgotten how
she filled the cracks in your life
with laughter
and music
and you could have loved her
but your bruised heart
could not hold on
could not grip
the weight within her love
Thursday, 2 June 2011
I will not yield
bend your knife
between my ribs
and twist it slowly
bring me down
let me crash
let me burn
beat me to my knees
snap every bone
remove my clothes
and leave me naked and cold
take all my possessions
and drag me to your version of hell
de-construct my faith
and leave me godless
turn all that I love against me
and empty my heart
but enemy of mine
take heed
look at what is left
and know that it is stronger
and more frightening
than all your hatred for me
for I will never yield
and when you walk away
don't look back
for that is when I rise
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
a storm in my life
I lived in a single season
where my skies were clear
and where a gentle breeze
kept my eyes closed
and my mind numb
I did not see her grey clouds
or feel her chilled wind
only when the first drops of rain
touched my face
did I awake
within the comfort of her storm
within the comfort of her storm
Monday, 28 March 2011
the day I died
I am dead
I died a long while ago
interned deep within the earth
whereupon an empty sermon was spilt
and a few kind words thrown down
like handfuls of soil upon my coffin lid
now they let this dead man rest
and speak only of him in whispers
dead
forgotten
decaying in pieces
no rose
no tears shed
just fragments
of half-remembered dreams
mark the place where he lays
the dark secret
the black sheep
the unforgiven
the man who could have been much more
the walls remain
the walls remain
they always have done
it is though I never left
higher than I recall
but you can't see them
only I know they are there
I move closer
they move further away
elusive
suffocating
endless
and within
and within
Sunday, 27 February 2011
the hopeless romantic
loyal I was
but there was no equity in your love
and no impunity in mine
your heart was an oubliette
I could not reach
so I fell before your bars
staring up into the darkness
with a thin dead smile upon my lips
dear god
I have been meaning to write
for a while now
but you probably knew that
but I just couldn't find the words
to express how I was feeling inside
but I suppose you knew that too
thanks for my life
I am grateful for the spark
thanks for the beauty that I occasionally see
and the freedom to dream
thanks for the lessons I have learnt
and I am sorry about the ones I ignored
I am as you know not perfect
but God I wanted to ask you a favour
if you think I've been good
addressed my sins
if I have lived with an honest heart
and tried to be a good father
then please when my life is over
when my body separates from my soul
I am asking
I am begging you
just let me go
(This was beginning. Religion slipped away from me. Truth, fact and science filled the void.)
for a while now
but you probably knew that
but I just couldn't find the words
to express how I was feeling inside
but I suppose you knew that too
thanks for my life
I am grateful for the spark
thanks for the beauty that I occasionally see
and the freedom to dream
thanks for the lessons I have learnt
and I am sorry about the ones I ignored
I am as you know not perfect
but God I wanted to ask you a favour
if you think I've been good
addressed my sins
if I have lived with an honest heart
and tried to be a good father
then please when my life is over
when my body separates from my soul
I am asking
I am begging you
just let me go
(This was beginning. Religion slipped away from me. Truth, fact and science filled the void.)
Monday, 3 January 2011
the model
her legs raised
her arms thrown back
a surreal invitation
but this is the shot
the image preconceived
half naked across a bed
or whaleboned in beauty
like this she capture eyes
and surrenders visions
(For the girl who missed the bath.)
her arms thrown back
a surreal invitation
but this is the shot
the image preconceived
half naked across a bed
or whaleboned in beauty
like this she capture eyes
and surrenders visions
that can never land
or attach to our reality(For the girl who missed the bath.)
Sunday, 2 January 2011
keeping it jewish
My son has a little problem. So I took him to the Doctor who explained about the unwanted skin on his "willy" and how a simple operation would make it all better. He seemed a little upset so I explained that it was an operation that I had had when I was a little boy. The following day he came rushing up to me in the school playground and in front of several (female) parents said, "I've told my teacher that I'm going to have an operation and that my willy is going to be like yours." Humiliation aside... it was one of those wonderful moments you have as a parent when a child's naivety cuts straight through the unwanted skin that covers our own inhibitions...
Friday, 31 December 2010
my dad
when I am scared at night
my dad is there
when I am in trouble
my dad is there
when I am upset
my dad is there
my dad is always there
(Written for me by my daughter, Madison on the 30th December 2010)
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