Wednesday, May 27, 2009

never so simple

compose my scattered thoughts,
it rages wild
leaving me with nothing to hold.
i ache inside
with an unsatisfied urge
to hear your voice,
to feel your touch.
hands both soft and supple grasp mine,
hard
and yet, i would savour the pain as it leaves me
wanting
to hear your soft indrawn breath.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

what once was

free from doubt
amongst the ruins of my mind
forms and places take shape.
running images of what once was
and
might be lost.
the sun bleeds over the blue mosque,
as the cry of the seagulls blends
with that of the faithful,
drawn to
the softness of your lips
breathless
blue eyes stare into green
freeing me from doubt
leaving me with what once was.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Thursday, May 14, 2009

P'tit Jasmine Boisvert Leblanc

Sweet dreams p’tit Jasmine,

As you run wild through the maple trees,

free as the wind.

Sweet dreams p’tit Jasmine,

As you play with Brue,

the sun sets in different shades of blue.

Sweet dreams p’tit Jasmine,

As your mother’s voice echoes your name,

and brings you home.

Sweet dreams p’tit Jasmine,

may this catcher of dream’s

help you stay forever,

in sweet dreams.


Thursday, May 07, 2009

Never to return..as such..

Where do we go when we leave this place? Do we listen to our souls and follow our heart?
Or do we have a neverending desire that must be fulfilled. A need that overtakes and constantly wants more, inhibiting us from moving.
Where would I go if I could leave this place? Like a butterfly being pulled in two, divided into nothingness. Take away my wings and I am stuck, grounded on this earth.
Would that I could use the clouds to drift up into the air, higher and higher, into the stars.
What would it be like to leave this place? To slowly disintegrate amongst the colors of the aurora borealis, vibrant colors of green and turquoise with startling flashes of light.
What would it be like if I could leave this place? A free and radiant spirit struck by light, never to return.. as such...

Sunday, May 03, 2009

Don't fence me in..

Moving amongst the city streets-
Overwhelmed.
Where are my mountains?
overwhelmed,
I long to be back in the open sky.
With clouds that dominate the landscape
Cumulus clouds that drift slower then a turtle.
Heralders of rain, these cumulus clouds,
yet a rain which softens the earth,
cold and wet between my fingers,
ready to plow and seed.

Saturday, May 02, 2009

Blindness

Each of us has his or her own demons, we spend our life dealing with them. Sometimes we are successful in beating them and we have a few years of joy. Othertimes, it seems we attract those we wish to avoid, a never ending circle...we yearn to escape only to be entangled once more. Do we attract these situations because we are able to deal with them, stay in control? Hence are we blind to see the virtues of others who do not fit the mold? Is life just a game we play with passing time as the outcome? I wish I had the answer, or even the capability of not falling into this trap. Yet we are all human. Some of us deal with life's difficulties by withdrawing from the game all together,hiding themselves away inside their jobs or their homes. Some, become bitter, spewing their anger on others. While others, just keep searching, missing what is before their eyes ever lamenting. Only when it is lost is it ever really truly understood. Rare are those whose eyes can see the beauty inside the stone, rarer still are those who hold it.