Wrong Girl

At first I thought you got the wrong girl

when I saw a new message from you flash on my screen.

You thought you knew me, wanted to check this out.

I thought I was lucky for your attention,

turned me into a cute blushing school girl,

tried to play like a man but you were still a boy.

The school girl didn’t last long and neither did you,

trying to change me because you thought you knew what was best.

Your ego kept you believing you were still king of the hill-

didn’t take long to figure out that you definitely got the wrong girl.

You stopped showing your face to let your words do the talking,

but tried to use me as your Thesaurus to help you along;

if you don’t know the steps, you shouldn’t be dancing.

You weren’t worth waiting around for the day my message box stopped flashing,

wherever you went, I was already there-

always trying to play catch up with me

I never shed a tear.

Won’t bother thanking you for nothing

But I do thank you for playing along

You took some words but not much more

You can kiss my hand of dismissal

And know that you’re an end note, the kind no one reads.



If you could look into my mind
Oh what treasures you would find!
You’d finally see beyond that distant look in my eyes
And hear the waltz I dance to with my fingers on the table
If you could get lost in my mind like I do
Then you would feel as I do
As though the adventure would never tire
As though forever was counted by the moments of young love which never grew old
You would never want to leave the moon lit night
For there would be no mystery beyond
You would feel as though you were facing every fear bred by horrors and disappointments unseen
As though you had everything to lose and nothing to gain
And then another day the tables would turn and the stakes would be turned!
You would feel the sun of a little girl’s laugh in a field of wild flowers
And gallop along the tops of mighty mountains
You would take archery lessons from the elves in their trees
And pay courtier to wise men of long life and powerful women who showed no weakness
The sound of the sea with its salty air could hardly hide the treason at sea
Pirates were deadly and alluring not because the movies said so, but because you are one!
While the adventure just outside your window would always beckon you to come
Every great story would come with its own soundtrack to spur you along
And you would live like a Broadway show and see the world through beautiful tears of sound
Your favourite characters in their most precious scenes would be replayed over and over again until their story became yours and their life became your dreams and emotions to drive your secret smiles
You would pop-up in the Roman forum in jeans and leather jacket looking for a safe place to sleep that night
Or a Victorian square with aviators to boot just to be the scandal for their tea talk
Rich men and leaders of yore would knock on your door to learn the future’s secrets but with an understanding beyond the money they’d pay you would tell them that you cannot
You would know the pain and joy of winning a love hard fought
And the painful passion of an unjust execution
You would feel the struggle to deconstruct the secret ways of people
And the desire to plan the unpredictable
If you could look closer in my mind
And join me there
We might not ever leave
But oh, what lives we could lead!

Father’s Tears

Whether or not you celebrate Easter for the chocolate and the holiday ham, or whether you go to church and remember the resurrection of Jesus, one thing everyone can identify with is the pain of death especially for one you call, “son”.


Oh my son, oh my very dear son.
My only son.
To see your body hung like a carcass is more than I could think to bear.
The weight of the world knows nothing of this.
My heart bleeds for you, my beautiful son,
immortal blood which shall never dry.
Your own dripping life is scattered like seed,
thirty, sixty, a million fold shall be returned,
of this I promise.
I would do anything to prevent this happening to you,
if there were but another way….
chance after chance, they needed just one more.
We have talked this over before,
you know this is for the best.
Even now, I cannot look at you,
for I Am Holy.
Please don’t cry out, I know it hurts.
Oh my son, my very dear son,
let me show you the future,
the faces of all those who will turn your pain into love.
What an enemy we have, where this is what hope comes to.
Please son, I have not forsaken you, I love you son, I love you.
Remember my comfort for I can give you none now;
an evil chasm has come between us.
I must turn my face:
the sky darkens.
Hear! Even the earth is breaking its heart for you.
Your end is near, let me quicken it for you.
Oh my son, my very dear son.
Your last breath is louder than a rushing wind in my ear.
Yes, it is finished.
My beautiful son.
For you, there is no peace to go to.

Heaven is silent,
my angels hold their breath,
my Spirit moves in waiting as on that First day.
We are separated now,
I keep my eyes upon your seat next to me:
empty and weeping it remains.
These are the longest three days in our existence.
I cannot see you, I cannot talk to you, I cannot hear you
cloaked in Lightless void.
Hell was never a place for you to see;
it was never supposed to have been a place at all.
My mind is unable to think of what they are doing to you,
this is near unbearable but for knowing what shall come of this.
I will take no rest until you are free, my thoughts are bent on you.
Oh son, oh my son I miss you so much!
Never before has a day gone by where you have not greeted me,
never have you not been where I cannot know you.
Today, I am greeted with quiet.
I am counting all times until the sentence is served,
time seems not to move at all.
I am a Father waiting for his first child to be born.
I am a Father waiting for a whole family.
I am Patience and yet it is still not time.
My eye blinks, my lungs breath in, my heart beats.

Behold! The day is dawning.
A new light is growing on the horizon:
warmer, stronger, brighter than ever before.
Yes, Night is over!
My beautiful son.
For you, you are the bearer of my peace now.
Raise your voice my angels!
Spread your wings cherubim and sing all birds of my creation!
Waters roar in victory and lights of heaven hide no longer!
My son has come back in triumph!
The dawn of my sons and daughters has come, they are revealed at long last.
At long last, watch, watch and see, the pain seems like it never was:
it was worth it all,
wasn’t it,
my eldest son.

Silence Speaks

I hear your words and approve
I hear your jokes and laugh
But your silence speaks louder than you know
I heard your silence and can tell what you are thinking
I see your stolen glances and am confused
Your silence speaks louder than you know
It tells me you are in disagreement
but don’t want to start an argument
It tells me you agree
but don’t want to reveal all just yet
It tells me you rather not speak
and think objectively on it instead
It shows me that you are wise
and that the world is not your soapbox
If only my silence were as telling as yours