Swoop's blog: "Newer Junk"

Emptied

stand in your own judgement

may the shadow cast

drown your souls as it has mine.

like acid it has dilluted

and eaten away a surface once bright.

cut into eachother

slicing off pieces of heart

until nothing is left

but a miserable human average.

Namesake

I was given a name

that carried a strange burden.

there must be a cell that dictates the weight

ever preseent on my heart.

temporary gift of a 5 year lift.

now over.

and i am standing on the precipice. 

knowing and not knowing

of the fall to come,

and the crash landing that awaits.

In the Park

here i am,

lost in private thought

in a public place.

sitting by cold stones

that are older than generations.

there is a sickly knowledge

interfering with the peace of the moment.

after years of cutting, moulding and shaping

i'm still nothing more than the average.

not a happy ending princess as promised

but a fall back plan.

a child in a world of adult rules and expectations.

a bad poet without wisodm.

A Dream on the Wind

if the wind could bring me to you

i'd be there in moments soft and slow

to share in your reserve of peace and freedom.

without the law and promises we made

in foolish and weak moments.

just to stand and gaze into the night air,

where nothing of yesteryear mattered.

only this etherial bond

that has no explanation.

only two souls calling to eachother.

i'd only ask to stand in your presence,

and see what magic would spark there.

if they love as they say,

wouldn't they want that much for us?

just to be as children at play for some days that will come and go...?

                       the last one is for my dear friend B.K.C. who has been there for me time and time again...and never asks

                       me for anything.