Friday, December 30, 2022

I think a lot of people have forgotten their words they left behind on the web 

Little spaces they created, sometimes revealing too much of themselves or too little

I found links to cyber tombstones where there are no virtual flowers for me to leave behind

Maybe my visit will leave a ping in their stat 

Suddenly 2008 seems so far away now 

Rewatching shows from the past triggers many childish decisions and statements made  

But it was the only coping mechanism available with the limited resources on hand I had to deal the best way I know how 

Everyone was using something or someone, because youth is wasted on the young and we were all lonely in the real world. 


Tuesday, December 20, 2022

Reborn again 

If that was possible 

I would take on those roles and immerse all emotions and physical body into that art 

With each script who I am changes 

Creating behaviours and moments to fit the character 

Would I have met a stunning piece and be blown by their charisma 

Would then the lines be blurred 

And you fall into a dangerous credit 

How I wish I could reach out and be different from the 10 million

Thinking that you would reach back 

And maybe have a conversation while laughing over a bottle 

Then the day ends and we are back practising for the next scene 

During the readings, with blood rush into cheeks moments because of the night before you wait for the next encounter to lap up the electrifying tension 





Friday, November 18, 2022

 Songs are personal to the writer

They tell their truth 

Each string of sentence 

Without revealing names and detailed plots 

You only get the hits and misses 

Scratching the surface of pure speculation 

But you don’t know exactly who or what they are referring to when they wrote what they did 

The whys 

You will never know 


Saturday, July 23, 2022

 I feel inspired when I walk alone 

Things slow down around me 

And little things comes into greater focus 


Saturday, July 16, 2022

Walking in between shadows 

Watching dry leaves dance in circles 

Everyone around on mute 

Moving through my own soundtrack 

Reaching out to feel the leaves between my fingers 

I'm still here