There's a place

There's a place
In the corner of my heart
That beats
To rhythm that's set apart.

There's a space
In the depths of my mind
That chooses
To forget things unkind.

There's a day
That will come
Regardless
Of how it is today,
Where the place and space
Must choose to sing as one
To show that things
Are worth the wait.

Where do you start?

Where do you start?
When you don't know how
When you don't know where
Everything you need is in the why.
The Why is why you need to care.

Trembling lips
Shaky knees
Voices that echo unkindess
And let it under your skin.
Hands and Faces
Driving a stake through the emotion within.

Fear runs amok
Turns warm blood
Into icy blue
But it will always be
Hope, Desire and Drive
That reigns in a Few.

A Single Sigh

A single drop of water
Can cause iron to rust
And one sour grape
Can break your trust.

Sometimes
It's the calm before the storm
Yet other times
The return back to form.

Mountains crumble
To valleys in my dreams
But rivers will
Never flow into streams.


Sometimes
Eyes well up and lips quiver
Tears trickle down
As true form is slowly found.


There's a little fog
There's a little rain
Hardly anything
That remains the same.


Sometimes
It's the calm before the storm.
And when everybody turns a blind eye
Things never end with a single sigh.

A rummage in the depths
Will reveal all but one
Into darkness it must go
Until light repels everything but the sun.

shards of three

I try telling myself
all this is meant to be
but the emptiness inside
creates shards of three.

O little one!

Come take my hand
O little one.
You are my bright
And shining star
In the sun.

You take my soul
And make it come undone
You are my pathway
Until the reaper decides to come.

A tumble down
A flight of stairs
Attracting
All but one
Stare.

You take my mind
And tear it apart
Until
All is shred.

Come away with me
O little one
Come create
A new world
Under the sun.

Wisdom and sorrow
I see in your eyes
All at once.

You are the light
I once saw in my mirror
Through a sight beyond sight.

A teardrop
Glints in the moonlight.
Through the clouds in the dark.

O little one
Find the fire in the night
And meld these two
Until just right.

On that night
We become one.

And in the new day's twilight
We are one.

A Conversation with the Voices in my Head

for those who know me
(well enough i.e.)
know that
i speak a language


a language?

"but you speak more than one"
you may say
and every doubt in your mind
will carry on
until you hear me say
"HEY!"


i do speak another one


"well, we know you speak
all the usual stuff
english, for one...
or malayalam
or for that matteryour go to language
when you're sad or mad or even sick...
french, the one the rest of us rarely pick"


yet, i maintain
i speak A language


but how do i explain?
this language of mine
it is for me to know
for me to hear
to keep my conscience clear

my mind knows
the word on a post-it
stuck across my forehead
would be
'Crazy'
and the look in your eyes
wouldn't be so hazy

 they would be blinded
by a sea
of green confusion

 i utter this language
of sounds and syllables
tossed together
the clusters never repeated
the same way twice
and tone that goes with it
cold as ice


call it schizophrenic
or even neurotic
if you must
talking to the voices in my head

yet, without this indecipherable banter
the semblance of my sanity
would be dead.