Friday, September 23, 2011

hidden chances

coming up with a rhyme
when I don't have time
ticking at the minutes
as the moments finish
how critical this chance
as I sit in this trance
the roads pass me silently
thoughts fly violently
afraid to peek in and try
my mind feeding me lies
yesterday gone to the vault
no one but me at fault
time to bust out the soul
buried under brick coals
good news is they're warm
intact and all in its form
handle with care gently
don't falter this crime
I haven't got the time
it's not too late to try
take a breathe, go far and never look back

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Treading waters

I landed on a cloud
slipping fingers, silky waves
my mind wanders, where did I fall from
what steps lay ahead, abound
will be I found
I flipped through the pages, act two
A pen-filled book and I, alone
a vacant room, what to assume
I search for answers, attention span trails
all that surround me
blank walls exist
Final debut, an empty stage
New ballet pointe shoes, perfectly tied
A constant passing dream, unfolding slowly
I complete my set by memory
foolishly, reality evolves around me
Treading waters suddenly