ROMANCING THE VOID

the high noon beckons
and on we march
empty bravado and fractured souls for company
shouting aloud, whimpering within.
worshipping gods that aren't ours
chasing dreams we can't sleep with
trading loves for ideas that will never be.
for Mine is the kingdom.
you are welcome my friend,
but not on my time.

BRIGHTON, 2005

PORTOBELLO MARKET, 2004

THEN, NOW AND FOR ALWAYS.

time hurries in from the future
tosses the present
and fades into a past that shall forever linger.
time comes but has places to go
I dare not disturb its plan
for the eternal instant is mine.

SILENCE IS SALUBRIOUS

i spoke

without a pause
i sang
the notes were off-key
i shouted
even my ears hurt.
in solitude i sought
answers that chatter would not reveal
in silence i heard
that which was lost in conversation.