in the rail yard
at dawn
a stray dog barks
as night rolls over
its spine
When the white and
silent snow
falls softly on earth,
It seems my soul
awakens from a rebirth,
Through its tranquility
my heart gains
the solitude,
then slowly and slowly
my spirit attains its
......
The weary one, orphan
of the masses, the self,
the crushed one, the one made of concrete,
the one without a country in crowded restaurants,
he who wanted to go far away, always farther away,
didn't know what to do there, whether he wanted
or didn't want to leave or remain on the island,
the hesitant one, the hybrid, entangled in himself,
had no place here: the straight-angled stone,
the infinite look of the granite prism,
......
A pale enchanted moon is sinking low
Behind the dunes that fringe the shadowy lea,
And there is haunted starlight on the flow
Of immemorial sea.
I am alone and need no more pretend
Laughter or smile to hide a hungry heart;
I walk with solitude as with a friend
Enfolded and apart.
......
I DREAMED that one had died in a strange place
Near no accustomed hand,
And they had nailed the boards above her face,
The peasants of that land,
Wondering to lay her in that solitude,
And raised above her mound
A cross they had made out of two bits of wood,
And planted cypress round;
And left her to the indifferent stars above
Until I carved these words:
......
in the rail yard
at dawn
a stray dog barks
as night rolls over
its spine
No-hope Tuesdays have become my favourite
as i fall deeper into a sense of helplessness of a blissful kind
a dull,full moment of acceptance.
And many empty ones of grief.
the bar is falling lower everyday
spirits down swimming in the depths of the
depressions in the ocean floor of my soul
that's where my joy hides.
And love
but i haven't seen her in a while.
......
It's left quiet after snow fall
I'm left in silence without you all
So many things to do that must be done
So many battles, so few won
I march through the fields of cotton
Pretending the pain is all forgotten
Waiting for a sweet respite
Although I know I never leave it behind
......
but unfortunately they aren't
real
You spend a whole childhood
not wanting ghosts
to be real
only to one day
reach adulthood and
wander from empty room to empty
room hoping
......
There you are,
Always sitting alone,
Silent and afar,
And you seek to atone,
What is it that you search for?
What have you sworn?
Do you churn for the one you adore?
Or do you sin and you mourn?
Solitude isn't a nightmare,
You face it or you are done,
......