Dark Night

Allow your face to crack
contort and disfigure itself
As the fountain of sorrow
bursts forth from your eyes

Allow your lips to bend
stretch and melt with grief
As tears form salty rivers
on your translucent cheeks

Allow your heart to feel
the tearing crack of breaking
As rockslides of sacred moments
crash down on your chest

Do not stop the fearful darkness
from throwing its’ cloak over you
As the last light of hope dances a
swan song on the wall of your mind

Stand in abandoned emptiness
wretched and deformed human
As you embrace your silver chalice
with its’ cold and red bitter poison

Be still in the face of your torturous demons allowing your end to come
As your wounded arms embrace the
companions who are no longer there

Allow this dark night of the soul
the path to a different brighter light
As you unfold your wings in a new sun reflecting in eyes with different sight


In the exhale
I inhale
this defeat
So suddenly this grey
driving the colours away
The blues go cold
Embers in the rain
So suddenly this rain
In the dark and empty streets
Echoing your name

For too long
This holding on
Too familiar with the fighting
This letting go
of your warmth
So suddenly this rain
and the greys echoing your name
Embracing the shattering emptiness
I stand alone
in this rain

Eli Eli Lama Sabachtani

Eli Eli lama sabachthani.
At the table of bread and love we shared
Eli Eli lama sabachthani.
In the garden of tears and futile prayers
Eli Eli lama sabachthani
On the soft lips of a betrayer friend
Eli Eli lama sabachthani.
Echoing in words drifting across a fire
Eli Eli lama sabachthani.
On the cutting edge of a mortal spear

Please take this cup away from me
The bitterness is overwhelming me
Let me find another less painful way
Fear unbearable, the price I pay
The merciless tide of destiny pushing me Passage of torturous death awaiting me
I fall, I pray, I cry
I die
It is done
I have become

Your Name

If I wrote your name with water,
and the sun snuck out to steal it.
Will I see you in the rumbling storm,
or a silver maned tumbling stream?

If I whispered your name to the wind,
and the seasons came to borrow it.
Will I hear it in gentle whispering leaves,
or a cool and wanting autumn breeze?

If I drew your name in bright pictures,
and the long steady hand of time fade it.
Will I see you in a vivid coloured sunset,
or adorning the wings of a butterfly?


Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Who are you, walking down this hall?
You say it’s you, but all I see is me.
Tell me, what’s real and what’s mimicry.

Was it you I saw a thousand times?
Or simply my reflection, silent mimes?
You say it’s you, but all I see is me.
Escaping shattered glass, I am free.

I see the puppet on a silver string.
You pull the cords and make it sing.
You say it’s me, but all I see is you.
A puppet master without a clue.

Did you see me walk away?
Were you too busy directing a play?
You say it’s me, but all I see is you.
Reflected in the performance you construe.

I Become

I hand you the things you robbed me of.
I bow for you where you tore me down.
I offer tears drawn by lashing words.
I sacrifice the gifts angrily demanded.
I embrace the unreasonable punishment.
I become the thief, despot, tormentor.
I become, I do, so we can both be free.