Can we do that again
Lie in bed and listen to stormy melodies
As you expose your heart through lyrics
And leave your life's story in the second verse
I will rest my cheek on your shoulder
And say no words
When your eyes begin to wander
At the sound of minor chords

Dearest Vancouver

The other night when I watched your colourful form appear slowly over the horizon, I felt like I was seeing you for the first time. I wished the bridge had no end so that I could drive toward you forever. Please keep your lights on so that I may find you no matter where I go. Only you can be photographed by the water.

Run

I sometimes have the urge to run.
The wind sweeping through my hair
Untangling tightly bound strands
Rain drops gripping at my eyelashes.
My breath quickens 
Then settles into a deep and steady rhythm.
Muscles ache. They ache to waken 
Every joint in my restless body.
When all cells come alive 
And blood flows hungrily to my fingertips,
I move like a brush stroke. 
Shoes leave sloppy imprints of my soul
On the ever-changing earth.
But I never want to look back
My heartbeat waits for no one
Even if the past calls out desperately 
For my head to turn.
My eyes stay fixed on the forthcoming slide-show.
When I run I am free.

One Minute

Tonight I saw the minute hand
Standing alone contemplating his melancholy
Still hopeful for an arrhythmical break.
I offered my hand
And hoped that honest touch
Would absorb some of the
Desperation in his hated symmetry.

a letter to my son

I read my writing tonight. I revisited a past I find hard to believe is my own.
How fragmented my spirit was. Searching in vain for something profound,
An answer not my own. I wonder who she was. So in need of love.
Unsure where to find it. I don't begin to claim to know
The writings for tomorrow. Nor am I tempted by the offer of a glimpse.
I ask, though, that your eyes continue to glow with the joy that drives your laughter.
That drives the endless possibilities in the palm of your hands.
Dream, for life is too precious to rely solely on the physical. We are creatures
Bound by our form but freed by our mind.
Find happiness. Know what happiness is. Through all the excess noise
Produced by our hands, happiness lies where you cannot touch.
Understand where you came from before you set the stones to your path.
When the rules to your road become clear, do not be afraid to break them,
But remember to give back to the community that nurtures you.
And respect the world that allows you to bloom.
Love, dear child. Love deeply, even if at times it feels like sorrow veils all.
It is only with an open heart that you will be able to define life beyond
Sequences of events measured by time. I hope that your life is an education.
That you may read your writing one day and recognize the lessons
In your every footstep. Like I have. I can only walk with you for so long.
And it is this reality that makes me sigh anxiously. Our roads are not parallel.
The day will come when I have given all that I should give. My voice may linger and echo
But choice belongs to you. Do not take that privilege for granted.
My hopes lie with you. Not for your gains, but for what forms at the core
Of your spirit. I hope it smiles. I hope it dances without inhibition.
And when your synapses seem lost, know that within life's unsteady frequencies,
That, my son, you are loved.
May that mean something to you, always.

Time.
The Human's silent dictator,
Release me from your grasp
If not only for a greedy second.
I dream not but to sit as an observer
As your walls stay strong
To restless souls begging at your doorstep.
Time.
Be mine. Let the detail of a smile
Last forever for a moment.
Let urgency be a flaw only of the heart
As imagination takes the place of structure.
Then tell me the secret to your rule;
Is it indifference that marks your existence
Or blindness that makes us all fools?

almost half passed midnight
drum echos linger in my ears
melodic chords hanging on
the ends of my hair
i am but an instrument to steady beats
played freely in a symphony
i dance to an awkward rhythm
that creates new time signatures
as each note overlaps another
in dissonance i follow blindly
blending together stagnant textures
to create a steady calming sound
of aggressive octaves