Something True

Where are the words?

Where are the words to

Describe this feeling, for

That is all I do, I

Describe feelings, because

To feel them would be too

Painful.

But this one cannot be

Put into words

Look! See! I am

Not telling you

Anything about it.

It’s there,

I swear.

But I cannot tell you

How it feels.

It’s like when I felt scared

I was going to be sitting

On a street corner

With nothing to eat.

But not exactly.

It’s like when I felt excited

That there was something

Around the corner

That was going to

Make life wonderful.

But not exactly.

It’s like when I felt anxious

Because I didn’t know

What to do next,

And thought I would

Make a terrible mistake.

But not exactly.

It’s a feeling neither

Good nor Bad.

It just tells me that

I am finally

Feeling

Something

New.

Something

Different.

Something

True. 

London August 2013

Perspective

You have to remember Diana.

To us, she was a princess

With the world

At her

Feet.

She could have all the

Freedom

She wanted.

Except her personal

Freedom.

She could have anything

She wanted.

Except her virginity

Back.

She was told,

I am told,

The night before she married him,

Just a few hours before she gave herself,

That he was in love,

With another.

It was

Too late

To back out.

Can you imagine

How she cried

When the public show was over?

She was embarrassed.

She was in shock.

She was innocent.

She was owned.

You think

Diamonds

Made up for

All that?

(Zurich, May 2011)

Ode to Zurich

Oh Zurich,

I don't understand you and

I don't know if I ever will

If it was just one language to learn

Perhaps there would be hope.

But so many...

Where do I start?

You know I've never

Been good

With decisions.

And though you are clean,

You really stink.

We met too late,

My smoking days

Are over.

You are tall, strapping men,

In well-tailored suits and

Designer shirts,

Who smoke.

You are Gucci-clad women,

With six-figure salaries and

Over-sized teeth,

Who smoke.

You are the fence-sitting Swiss,

Who really don't want to be friends

With anyone.

And you don't get

My jokes.

But I love walking your streets,

Pretending I fit in,

When I don't.

My collar bone

Fits in.

It is perfect,

Protruding

Just enough

Below my chin.

A fat-free zone,

Covered by just

The right amount of

Flawless skin.

The rest of me is a mess

And might as well move

To

France.

(Zurich, May 2011)

Self Portraits I & II

Self Portrait I

She keeps her eyes

Wide open

To receive.

There is

Lightness

There.

But with every step

She carries

The weight

She cannot

Lose.

The memories,

Regrets,

And ghosts of lost

Loves

Hang about

Her middle.

The padding

Around

Her legs

Prevents her from

Prancing and

Dancing as

Freely as she

Would like.

You want to take a

Big knife

And cut her

Free.

Self Portrait II

She talks

Too much.

Not for

Attention.

Not

Anymore,

Anyway.

She talks

Too much

Because it would

Be rude

To sit and write

In company.

Though maybe

It's also

Rude

To talk

Too much.

(Zurich, May 2011)

Home

Home

Is a place where you

Stand and think,

I belong.

Home

Is a place you can't feel sad

About leaving because

You know

You will

Be back.

Home

Is part of your

Past,

Present, and

Future,

Even if you've only just

Arrived and are leaving

Tomorrow.

Home

Is a place where

You find people

With hearts

Made from the same material

As yours.

At home

You speak,

And are understood.

At home

You listen,

And understand.

At home,

Smiling is easy, and

Love

Is a feeling

That never

Leaves.

(Wellington, January 2011)

Fantastic Future

Falling once was a

Frightening

Feeling. Now I am

Fearless as I

Free fall, my

Fingers

Finding

Freedom

From past constraints, my

Face

Finally

Flawless,

Forgetting past

Fears. My body

Flows through

Fortune's

Fine web,

Forming my

Fantastic

Future.

(Silver Lake, November 2010)

Another Angel

You see yourself

From

One Angle.

Move the mirror.

Now look at that.

That's how others see

You.

Beautiful,

Poised, with a

Presence radiating

Passion and truth.

Where you see

Flaws,

Others see

Flair.

Where you see a

Loser,

Others see a

Survivor.

See,

You are An Angel

From Another Angle.

(New York, May 2010)