Taste, kiss, twist, dismissed 

The silence of the last drip. 

Murky Waters 


The first time I saw 

Your murky waters 

Was in a dream, 

Waves crashing in 

to the glass casing 

I was hiding in 


But the glass didn’t smash this time 

the glass didn't smash this time 


Next time 

I saw your murky waters,

When you touched my knee. 

I saw into your brain:  

You were broken, 

Darker than the depths of me 


But I didn’t drown this time 

I didn't drown this time 


If I stay, will you take me 

To the water’s edge 

And bury me?

What you gonna do 

What you gonna do 

What you gonna do to me? 


You always take me to the water 

To the murky lake 

And each time 

I’m left with this feeling 

That one day 

You’ll become the lake 

And take me underneath 

The waves 



These walls like arms 

I’m safe within, for now 

I have all the things around me 

that I need


I’ve landed on the coins 

of the lottery of dreams 

Arisen from the cinders 

of the solitary 


I laugh at meals 

Shared under the stars 

that put me to sleep 

night after slumber 


I smile with the rest 

Banter at its best 

And dance into the frolic 

of cookiedough habits 


But my heart yearns for more.



Well I thought it would go

The burn in my bones

Sick in the folds

Night turns on my pillow


Just 16

Turned onto dark

Roads filled my heart

Voice slowed to silent. 


Ten years

Pitter patter, 

Mozart buzzing, 

Rhythms tapping. 


Then lonely roads

Of holy souls

Quiet voice of mine

watching quiet, stood.  


Face to face

Hanging on

To tear the self

I'd come to own


Sarah and Ella,

Stage fright and laughter,

The dancing devil

His forked path turned 


For the love,

Sweet music. 

For the Glory -

at last, Im free. 



I look around and watch 

The skin of these walls sink in 

To this new way 

I look at life and breathe in 


The window scene a little different

From how it used to be 

Street lights and me 

The city, the city. 


The same old,

the same roll;

the hours,

the fall;


Just a different skin.


Is a snake the same 

before it casts its history to a shell?

New skin; still me; or is it? 

To be, to be.