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Is there such a place?

Will I get there on my own?

Take me to heaven

Suffering

Euthanasia

Suicide ideation

Kiss the veil of tears

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Attention

Rustling bamboo trees
In presence I am alive
Gleeful crickets chirp

Despair

The tears of a clown
Evaporate on my cheek
Like lost ocean pearls

I feel the burn deep in my chest
Each time I see your face
That look of indignation full
Of anger, hurt and shame
But tell me sister what was done
That caused you so much pain?
The burden lies so heavily
Upon my restless brow
I cannot fathom just what went on
For you to hate me so.
If only you would open up
And tell me all your woe
I would seek your forgiveness
And give you mine
Perhaps then we can
Both let go.

Don’t Look Back

Nervously entering the waters of death
This liminal space, before fully immersing
Into realms unknown, unbreathed, unlived
I dare not look back

While Ganga beckons and palm trees bow
The cool breeze hovers above
Ripples of my presence, disrupted, dismembered, dis-eased
I dare not look back

Rising tides ebb and flow
With each step I wade further on
Deeper into mysteries unknown, unheard, unfelt
I dare not look back

Standing waist high fingertips rest
Where the sky meets the sea
In a place unseen, untouched, unspoilt
I dare not look back

Washing me clean like fresh fallen snow
I shiver, submitting to angels
That glisten above, unrestrained, unshackled, unburdened
I dare not look back
I dare not look back
I dare not look back

Burning Away

My muse, my twin flame
Silently the hot wax melts
Watching love expire

Separation

Idling under the tree of insanity
I linger a moment too long
Her tendrils slowly creep down
Envelope me and lull me to sleep

I dream of wild horses prancing
In the summer haze surrounded
By dandelions and dragonflies
Cavorting in open meadows

The lilac sky throbs, aching
To disperse its moisture
Waiting for a spark to ignite
And light up an electric night

A parliament of owls sit stoically
Above, observing the folly
Of my own impatient yearning’s
And rapacious desires

Melancholy inevitably creeps in
Like a billowing sea fog
Silence tumbleweeds a path
Toward the vertigo of isolation

Endless musings of otherness
Suffocate an inner stillness
Which would otherwise bring
Respite for the long journey ahead

Abandonment

You walked away
Leaving me with one hand clapping
Shouldering the pain
Like a staunch Mennonite
Washing bloodstains with freshly fallen snow

Sturgeon Moon

To hang from a tree by the light of an August moon

As the sturgeon flow gracefully upwards to spawn in a river of love…

sturgeon moon

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