A worthy palette


The magnificent aesthetic

does move back and forth

ebbing and flowing

like a song

and a dance

The droplets in my mind did drip the ails of time

and yet

I grasped the cloth of freedom

and wiped the wet away

How pristine it looks now


Oh the many things I can paint

on this bare



surface of mine

The potential for colour

ignites a feeling

a jolt

not felt in years

Oh how I thought those tears would drown me

Oh how I thought the years would end quickly

I thought my story was a purposeless palette

What a picture I have made now!

this movie

this song

projected on the cinema screen

And it does not matter anymore

if I’m the only one in line

if only one ticket is sold

It does not make my movie unworthy of Time’s reward

and it does not make my time wasted behind the camera









Only Time will tell what tales are told,

you thought I was a watch

but that was just times tool,

and oh what a fool,

what a mistake I have been,

to think Time was a place,

a place that I,

would never see.


Whisper to me the secrets of the moon,

the way it glows without meaning to

Oh, how I long to see it shine in the day,

one miracle

to let me know

things won’t always be this way.

The Path


Gentle tapping of my feet



makes a music

the clairvoyant would never hear


or see…


This path I walk

holds secrets

my own making


The secret of not knowing

what turn I am taking


The plan




 burnt out papers

set fire to months ago

in a field of purple snow


Forgotten dreams

 set to linger


Tomorrow’s ghost…


A constant burglar

always taking

never leaving


(Never mind…)


Now I walk

a path where Pirates cannot dwell


Spinning compass

course unknown

and yet…


 …watch me sail






It’s hard to not feel jaded

you want to help

but can’t help

Because you’ve been told to be selfish

to care about your face

and your words

your things

how many things you have

and I know in the end it doesn’t matter


I know that what matters is your hand in mine



a smile

in a time where people cry


But people have always been crying


I think I am alone


I’m the jaded one

who cannot help

But the truth is more than this

I’m the bad guy

We are all the bad guys


And in that realization

further truth emerges

we must all be the good guy too


-Inspired by the latest Wonderwoman film & current world events



Cherish me like a firecracker

one spark and I’ll explode

shards of me lighting up your sky

like a distant rainbow

long-forgotten in an ancient fairy tale


Oh how the magical creatures would dance!

Weightless feet on undisturbed leaves

Olive green trees on the stumps of red oak-

Bleeding sap making tears of their own

My story is not a one so unique

that you should turn away from me


Tis an old tale in a modern world

where skyscrapers do scrape the sky away

And me,

too loud

too colourful

too many shapes and patterns you cannot name

Dance with me, be my fairy prince

Walk a weightless walk

Dive into a dreamless sleep

Bathe in the falling olive green leaves

Ignore the red tears that trail the trees


The path that lay beneath your feet

is one of cinder now

the clock struck midnight

and the owls came out

Another page in my ancient book


No more colour to light the sky

No more rainbow to pave your way

You called Time a clock

but it is just Time’s tool

And I’ll wait for you at the top of the steps

shoe-less and in rags