MrBrainheart

A home in dark waters, Life sails on by and I can’t tell the why from a lie For too long it has seemed alright For too long the ships have come and gone Far too long gone Some are out there, waves lapping against comfortably creaking wood, creaseless sails strummed by the wind Others only shimmer in a rippling reflection, but all of them, they sail on by And though they may have the whole of the ocean We still share in the quiet lights of the night sky. Can it be enough? Time has a funny way of passing, Once, when the waters were fresh, every wave crashed ashore a little differently, Every one its own tale, stories thrown into my l

The hand that wove the scenes of late night laughter suddenly stopped Took a moment but not long after the needle was resolutely dropped. Thread by thread, A tapestry undone Scene by scene, A memory erased Tick by tick, The past exchanged for A new life for A new lie The past will fade, But faded it will stay, loose threads remain The same life Wrapped in a new lie Some strife You cannot untie The strands that endure Does it have to be? To live the lie To toss it all aside Is it ever too late? To leave the lie To bring the truth to light Don’t leave them to wonder why Weave the strands together Before you let your piece lie. For

Under swaying branches strolled a lost man He looked left, right, wrong. His eyes were wide, raincoat zipped up to the chin Over withered leaves he crossed the woods He seemed cold, worn, forlorn His face was steeled, but his step unstable And every passerby, every look, lost to him Grey clouds weigh heavy when all thoughts are Overcast And in the undergrove a doe calmly grazed She gazed left, and right. Her ears sprang up, she looked me in the eye Through thick greenery she lept away to open fields She seemed panicked, yet calm Her step was steeled, but her eyes peeled And every passerby, every look, signalled her Grey clouds float by wh

To answer would really be a sin, would it not? Please, do not answer! Do not say! Do not even listen! For you know just as well as I, in this instance -I do apologize I put us in, that rhetoric, and rhetoric alone, can truly win.

A damp streak of light cast on a pale face Move out of the way Move away Soles echoing through cold stone slabs Drive out the fear Drive away The slam of the door, rev of the engine Wheels winding round red lights leaving I’ll be seeing you Will I be seeing you? A long shadow reaching out over a small uncertainty Moved away To some distant alleyway Hesitant whistling fluttering through a room one of those that you call home. Through the door, and down the stairs Masses milling about any way we walk I think of you Do you think of me? I think too much anyway A flight of fancy landing in a trash can on a sidewalk Move along weakness

Life in the fast lane                                 Life in a picture frame Flies by in the blur of lights            It calmly came to a standstill  and how                                                       the days when   Whizzes by in a buzz a flash       it all slowed down to a crawl    and now                                                    the days then     Time on a short track                    times that we long for      goes                                                                gone       by                                                                    by      gone                                      

When we break it down We end up with I and tea. Well, I guess I fancy a cuppa’

A line in the sand And behind it walls take shape And a castle forms and rises And its corners Align in the sand But words are deeds, shifting, changing, subvert all that we call ourselves We know only what we can express and do we express what we know? And behind that castle lay a sea of knowledge, an ocean in which we’d last for but a few hours assuming some proficiency in swimming. Words are but words But words are words Are words but words words Words but are And in time the tide would swell and rise. The sand swept up, realigned, drowned and reborn. No castle made out of that substance could last in the turmoil of that other

From a babbling brook To a luscious river she took you to a place of worth, The water rose Where the river ran free and wild with a passion to nourish riverbanks made to flourish. All life, so alive. A life, set alight. A light, seen ablaze The Water Rose danced and swirled Cries of joy swelled as she curled The water rose crashed and whirled Cries for help were swept and hurled a maelstrom of desire plains flood in senseless ire A light, extinguished waves, in ceaseless pursuit waves, drown the mouths made mute A life, relinquished but time waits for none and winds would lie but one more death awaited, as even oceans do run dry No life,

I yearn to define But who am I? To define the moment But does the truth ever outlast it? To define: to state the precise meaning of To define: to explain the meaning of Draw a clear line But where to put it? It never feels right when it is in black and white.