Broken things remembered


What would you have me do

Sit here simply and dream of you

While my days decay and wander

While my nights betray as I ponder,

your fate.


Life is changing

I need you here

Time is fading the memory I once had so clear

and I fear

I may never have you near



it has been a long while

since I felt or seen your smile

it has been so many years

as I have cried and hidden tears

and now I hear

Time’s toll the bells of years


how can I call the future what it is

it holds many possibilities

all of which are dreams

and things

which are broken…


Or are they?

Perhaps my mind


my vision

is fractured

For Now



“This place in my dream, is the reason I still breathe. For I yearn to return and leave reality to burn. I care only of what I once knew, what I once did and how I once lived. Yet when I wake it is only an ember I take. And now I am tired. Now I want it all”


Venture to this place

Only you and me

A wonderful state

A place where you are free


A land beyond darkness

A place of peace and sight

A sanctuary for thought

A temple of infinite right


I take you here

Yet the time is not yours

I show this place to you

For you have battled many wars

This place is ours

You have lived before

You have knelt on high

Bowed on every floor


This kingdom is home

One which you will return

For the time is not now

I show for I know  you yearn


We all must live

Answer to the call

Learn the answers and determine the reason

For it all

With the answers,

time does stall

memory does fail

and life gets frail

But with the answers have faith

you knew the path,

that you would take

the journey is not so adventurous,

for life indeed is perilous

with it comes consequence, yet take not the chance

For no one truly knows if indeed, that is how we get home…..


We must go

Leave this place

Return you back

A new day to face


Just take with you an ember of memory

Just take with you

A peace of time

You will not recall

The journey or the fall


Just have faith and believe

Some things are too great for the mind to conceive

A place called Dream


What a pleasure to have Silence here.

To be so close and have Sadness near.

They are my friends, my enablers, my addiction.

They bring along Memory time and time again, we have made a bond, which many find wrong. They say, “leave her, she will only hold you down.” I say never, “I am stronger with her around”.  My foundation was all but nothing and now is built upon her own, she shows me things and I find I have grown.


Now Memory and I  leave behind Silence and Sadness and find Life and Death in the other room. Waiting, watching, no reasons, no rhymes… simply observing the passing of Time…


Time sees Memory as clearly as day, leaves Life and Death for a momentary stay, “what have you to say?”

Memory responds, “the same as yesterday, I can not remember your beginning, it is beyond my way, perhaps your company has led you astray. Find the other which fathered Life, find the other who birthed death. Ask the one who knows, for it is beyond my depth”

I watch as Time scattered away, frantic and pacing ever which way. I watched it look over Life and Death, agitated and waiting for a respond or perhaps thinking of their beginnings…


We returned to Sadness and Silence. Serenity and Calm entered. I turned to leave and find the name of this place.Looking at Memory I asked, “Where are we and when can I return?”

With an invisible smile Memory said, “It is a place called Dream, you can visit anytime you remember”

The end of forever


So Alive


and beautiful

as we move


in the night

this night





still beautiful

still together

in the day

this day



arms raised


as she shines

first towards

then inside




yet tell me now, this forever… when will it begin?

will it remain after our final breath?

will it transcend the logic of our presence?

tell me now, what is this it… and can she even be stopped?

Can she see and breath in the answer?
Or is she the answer?

This forever began when it ended within her mind…


Let it end I say,

for these dreams of eternity

Are simply dreams.

When we wake we find

life is finite.

and  she holds it

as she holds everything


What is it?

Who is she?
Or should I say He?

The ending of forever





epic as it was

eternal as it is

 turmoil enraptures

brings forth its years


this place of vision and haste

surrounded by beauty and inner waste

blessings and bitter distaste

it is fate


chaos and retribution

violence a seemingly perfect solution

time to grieve intuition

the passing


one day come the next

as time passes

 chaos must rest

into peace

Riddles and Reflections

Lucid-dreamsSpeak to me in riddles so I may understand that which is whispered in my mind.


Listen to the other one so I may find that which was lost in thought and broken down with time.


The mind space which was shared is withered and broken.


The time space which has lived now casts shadows and has taken



It makes little sense to others

and less sense to us

yet as we are one

leave chance to none but both


riddles and


chances and



Paths that wind

broken vision

shattered times

all lead to nothing


so nothing we shall lead



and wheels of endless turns

make little sense to



Speak to me in riddles so I may understand that which is whispered in my mind.

Shifting veils

There has been a change. It has been slowly progressing in this strange and numbing time.

It began softly with silence.

An unforeseen change in direction. A content agreement between time and mind. A willingness to surrender to simplicity, rather than befriending mastery.

It has grown to become a veil. 

Mirrored are the truths which exist, yet resemble the dreams they do not. They simply are mirrors, hollow reflections with empty realities. You can see through and understand just enough to know there is something wrong… it is in the air, it vibrates with happiness and love, yet throbs with reality… when will the throb of will and want be silenced ? This hollow cavity which now bears the soft prompting of  truth…

Now all that remains are reminders.

The gentle whispers on the conscious wind speaking softly to the heart, asking carefully for the spirit which now slumbers to awaken once more.

The dancing light radiating down, reflecting energy to the minds all around, playing tricks of colors through the waters and the ground, visible now only to the eye which has been resting for this time.

The constant presence which protects and shadows… always there. Waiting for the heart to feel, the eye to see, the mind to open… the spirit to be free

Soft reminders, barely heard, only just seen, hardly felt… that is all which remains… Yet they are, even if only just…

This silent veil, it is known… yet barely understood… why then is it accepted?