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Thursday, October 8, 2015

Sometimes you just can't say it better than Sting....

Fortress Around Your Heart
Under the ruins of a walled city
Crumbling towers in beams of yellow light
No flags of truce, no cries of pity
The siege guns had been pounding through the night
It took a day to build the city
We walked through it's streets in the afternoon
As I returned across the fields I'd known
I recognised the walls that I once made
I had to stop in my tracks for fear
Of walking on the mines I'd laid
And if I've built this fortress around your heart
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
Then let me build a bridge
For I cannot fill the chasm
And let me set the battlements on fire
Then I went off to fight some battle
That I'd invented inside my head
Away so long for years and years
You probably thought, or even wished that I was dead
While the armies all are sleeping
Beneath the tattered flag we'd made
I had to stop in my tracks for fear
Of walking on the mines I'd laid
And if I've built this fortress around your heart
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
Then let me build a bridge
For I cannot fill the chasm
And let me set the battlements on fire
This prison has now become your home
A sentence you seem prepared to pay
It took a day to build the city
We walked through it's streets in the afternoon
As I returned across the lands I'd known
I recognised the fields where I'd once played
I had to stop in my tracks for fear
Of walking on the mines I'd laid
And if I've built this fortress around your heart
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
Then let me build a bridge
For I cannot fill the chasm
And let me set the battlements on fire

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Love Lesson

I feel you move, I watch you breathe

The tangible helps me believe
You cannot prove, what you don't feel
You cannot say this is not real

So much to do, so much to say
'Cause I can't let you get away
Unwittingly, I succumb
The power of one less in love

You could lie, you could cheat
My foolish heart is my defeat
I think I see, but I am blind
Lessons learned do not remind

You cannot do, you cannot say
You cannot make me go away
Impossible to overcome
The power of one less in love

I keep myself within your grip
I bought my ticket for this trip
The knowing does not help me say
I am through with the charade

Impossible to overcome
The power of one less in love


Thursday, June 18, 2015

this is not a hipster poem

the struggle was real - and truer words never cliched.

who would have guessed? a hacker by nature
     a truth seeker
     a wannabe healer
the weapon of choice is information.

wading through deception, lies, hypocrisy--like an ocean of quicksand. it is impossible to swim when they just keep pushing you under.
   
the truth doesn't hurt, the truth sets us free.
        (except, apparently, from the cliches)
what hurts are lies. and self-imposed blindness.
     who would hide their own truth? only someone who will never know it's freedom.
     only someone shackled by denial.

ninja? she is stealthy. strange that someone who operates in darkness is a quiet crusader for light.
     (the thing about ninjas is they don't live in the dark. they just work there.)
make no mistake: there is light in her words. there is always light in the truth--even if it's not your truth. but let's face it, it is. at least in part.

hooker? I believe that's just a ruse.
confidence is sexy.

the spy speaks for herself. always one eye on the prize, and the other on the door. for some, work is a prison. for the spy, work is a neverending well and wealth of material.

she is confident, but not self-important.
she is righteous, but not self-righteous.
she is beautiful, but not vain.

hacker.
ninja.
hooker.
spy.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

misery loathes company

she wears it like a badge

not proud, but defiant.
      in the face of her martyrdom.

she is slighted, she is put upon.
she bears the shoulder, missing a chip.

this is her legacy, but she wouldn't tell you it's so.
she would claim otherwise, but for

the actions
the words

who screams louder?

it is consuming, this beast.
it lives and it lurks and it is loathe to let go.
it overshadows all else.

there is love, but it, too, is exhausting
and it struggles to breathe, and in
all the toil and all the tired and all you see

is the misery.

Monday, May 25, 2015

Friday, May 8, 2015

sleeping awake

i sit
to write

and nothing comes.










it is a wakeful sleep.

too tired to sleep. too tired to

wade through the mire of
the day's thoughts.

so alive. fresh. full of possibility.
twelve
hours
ago.

now they sleep somewhere in my brain.

wandering. somnambulating.

they have wandered somewhere

not to be found.

and the sleep comes heavy.

my eyes.
my brain.

the peace of it is alluring.
but these walking words, these ideas, these thoughts

know
no
real
rest.

Friday, April 10, 2015

sway

there are things that pull

                                            pull

pull you in different directions.

sway your body. sway your mind. sway your heart.

and you are left in a kind of limbo. anchored by

a knowledge
a need
a conviction

but sometimes with a whim. a want. a desire.

to

b
 e
   n
      d.

Monday, January 26, 2015

mining

You mine your mind
For something that feels like 

Inspiration. 

Impulse. 

Imperative. 

I must. I must. I must. 

But instead, I must do this and that and kids and laundry and time. 

No time. 

This is my time. This.

This is what keeps me sane, somewhere in the day when I am talking to myself, thinking and writing (and forgetting)

Forget me, forget what I said, forget those pieces that float away..... 

on a breeze, on a phone call interrupting, on a derailed train of thought. 

With no survivors.