COMA PATIENCE

Some times it's better not to wake up from a coma, as you will see.

The tubes are feeding me
the fuel that keeps me alive
Hanging by the threads of uncertainty
when I first arrived
I slept for an eternity
before I awoke in my mind
Now I'm searching through the mist of dreams
for a sun that never shines

There are many memories
behind old and creaky doors
Some I never payed a visit
those I could ignore
A few were postcards filled with joy
I would often linger there,
but others left a stain of sadness
in the imprint of a tear

Sometimes I hear voices
Hollow echoes, drifting words
I strain to glean their meaning
to reassemble what I heard
Once my name was spoken
in a hushed and somber tone
Perhaps they thought I listened
think my soul come due it's loan

Much like a restless nomad
I wander through the past
As the director of my own life
some parts I have recast
In the end there is no future
the re-run's growing stale
I wish that they would pull the plug
to oblivion I can sail

A brand new day awakens
my eyes spring open wide
Relief floods through my body
fear starts to subside.
But, I lay upon a gurney
restrained by a leather belt
Did I flee purgatory,
only to end up in hell ?

There is a needle i my arm
two guards looks down at me
Any final words they ask
confession will set you free
Behind a window strangers stare
and suddenly I know
This is my last boarding call
I depart from death row

BUILDING THE ASYLUM

Found this buried among my notes, and probably should have stayed that way, but, what the hell. It's surreal and short enough not to be too troubling to read.

I bought my face from a beggar
and kindly he threw in his name
I got two eyes from a blind man,
but he wouldn't give me his pain
I took rage away from a killer
and murdered his innocent sin
I opened the door to my window
Looking out for the serpent within

From the deaf I stole suffering silence
They never knew I came by
I tore the wings off an angel
as he fell from a cloud in the sky
I counted the beats of my rampaging pulse
as death hurried to my heart
Awake I slept where no one wept
and now the world and I are apart

This is an experiment. I start with nothing. I will attempt to assemble a few thoughts. Whatever drifts by in the wind I will use.


Life, life is love. To love is to live. The love you have for your father, mother, son or daughter. There is nothing else. This is what we are here for. Use it, do not abuse it. The intensity you feel for the person you care about. Live in that moment. Treasure those moments. When you lose someone, cherish the time you had with them. Remember, memories are the grandest treasures of them all. You may not appreciate them when they happen, but one day you will look back and think, man I wish I could have that moment back, and you will mourn their passing. You will wish at the time you realised how precious they were, yet how casually you dismissed them. You thought to yourself, there will be more, but there never was. When you experience love, so complete you want to be so close to that person you can never be seperated. That is the feeling you embrace when you die, for nothing will ever surpass it. It's imprint will leave a smile upon your lips as you depart. It is trully sad that we as humans do not realise the sacred bond that binds us together. We'd rather fight than love, disagree rather than agree. Why, it is all so simple. The battles we enact over things that are not important, for what, for ego, for proving we are right. For opinions often meaningless. We are either all right, or all wrong. Pride is often the downfall of humanity. Think, if you are lucky enough to love someone, and they love you back, Immerse yourself in it's comfort, for love is comfort. The knowledge that there is a person that will hold you when you are sad, take away your worries and be your confidant no matter what ails you is priceless. The coward that runs in times of trouble should be shot on principle.
I would trade the rest of my life for one hour of love so intense and complete, there would be nothing left to experience, nothing that would compare. For love is the engine of existence. And nothing else matters, nothing.

JUST ANOTHER DAY ON THE BEACH

I lay naked on the beach
Seagulls pecking at my eyes
I was too dead to care
Driftwood left by the tide
I admit this was a setback
Feeling lost without a pulse
There was no tremor
nor did I convulse
I try hard to remember
As I watch from above
Lingering as if frozen
Exiled from the life I loved
The sand beneath my body
is damp and oddly cold
Yet how do I know this ?
It's a puzzle truth be told
I find myself impatient
Discarded here alone
Won't anyone come searching ?
Before the flesh melts off my bones
I have scattered recollections
of memories dispersed
In my minds debree
lies a senseless universe
I find solace in my anger
against a misty foe
I would cherish retribution,
but against whom I do not know
I count six bullet holes
3 lodged in my head
I weren't dead already
I'd die from poisened led
As I ponder my predicament
for what am I to do ?
A woman walks towards me
across the ocean blue
She seems not in a hurry
Quite leisurely she strolls
The destination most apparent
Upon me her shadow falls
Her feathered touch is gentle
Long fingers stroke my chin
Something tugs and pulls me down
back inside my skin
My heart begins to beat again
It's rythmn I adore,
but my eyeless orbs have left me blind
for I can see no more
I stagger to my feet
to blackness filled with fear
I can breathe at what cost
Into the night I stare
I feel the wind
I hear it's sounds
Forsaking sight
to be around
Yet I am lost
born to despair
The world I owned
has disappeared
What's your name
I ask compelled
She whispers softly
Isabelle
You're without eyes
yet you can see
gaze through the mind
of memories
Take my hand
I'll be your guide
As we return
to the other side
A vibrant sun
with colors bold
it slips beneath
the oceans fold
I find myself
in a womans embrace
Her lips on mine
I savor the taste
It could be love
or simple lust
To pull apart
we'd turn to dust
Clothes are shorn
robbed by the wind
I scarsely care
for I am in
The world lies open
the world lies bare
Our breaths a tangle
of gasping air
We catch the motion
we catch the wave
Take refuge in
what we crave
Passion conquers
carnal doubts
Inhibitions
losing out
Ecstasy
it beckons quick
The wall will crumble
brick by brick
There we lie
still intertwined
when joy descends
into decline
A shadow looms
a freckled face
A boy it seems
with a melancholie gaze
The gun he holds
points straight at me
There is no redemption
No mercy
I feel every slug
as it pounds my soul
Punishment for the
innocence that I stole
I coveted another
mans wife
and his son
took my only life
The vision fades
the curtains close
as darkness claims
the debth it's owed
I stand abandoned
Immersed in dread
The sounds of comfort
from my veins it bled
I'm bound to walk
this endless trail
As silence mocks
my travails

IT'S A BOY.

Here's a poem I wrote for my nephew Aleksander. Just your typical birth and beyond tale.

So here I am
Born to a brand new world
I take a quick peek
To see if I am a boy or a girl
I cannot yet talk
So I have to cry
I do mean no bother
I'm hungry that's why
For nine months I stayed
In a one bedroom flat
Was fed through a tube,
but never got fat
It was dark, it was damp
and I had no tv
When my lease was up
I was finally free
Mom and dad
Well, I got them trained
With my powerful lungs
I think I drive them insane
When I turn on the siren
They run like the wind
My diaper is dirty
There's a rash on my skin
I do make them happy
When I give them a smile
You know after all, they'll
take care of me for awhile
I know they love me
and they always will
So for a few minutes
I will be perfectly still.

I CAN STOP BELIEVIN'

Spot the Journey reference in the title. Slightly tweaked. This poem came to me in the middle of the night. Dealing with emotions long supressed. It picked a strange time to surface, but I guess it had to happen eventually.

She said she'd always love me,
but that was never true
Just a moment of insanity
She never could undo
I would stay awake
until night turned into day
Wondering if love is worth
the wages that it pays

She claimed I never listened,
but I heard that well enough
Rembering it forever,
her love though I could not
There's such power in those words
the time in which their spoken
Such a shame it all dissolves
to be beaten, battered, broken

Does anything have meaning
will nothing ever last ?
Why cling to a future
that was abandoned in the past
She left my heart in tatters
tore the stiches, tore the seams
Destroyed most all that matters
every hope and every dream.

HANGING UP WOULD HAVE BEEN WISE

If you ever get a phone call from beyond the grave. Take my advice and don't anwer. It can only end badly as you will see.

Some times when I am alone
She calls me on the telephone
From the other side
Long distance down the road beyond
Where does that line run ?
Where does it hide ?

A smooth talker, laughs a lot
Even though she's dead, she's hot
or so I am told
She begs me for an answer
would I be her necromancer
Bring her back from the cold

She assures me I will love her
when I get to know her
Never mind the smell
She is buried outside town
300 years in the ground
Anchored by a a spell

She claims her name is Heather
I need to come and get her
Hurry please, she pleeds
I dig with urgency and sweat
my muscles ache, but I am not there yet
Yet her love I so need

Suddenly her hand reaches out
There's a faint muffled shout
We share an embrace
There's a moment of bliss
as we fuse in a kiss
Then I remember her face

A few lifetimes ago
when ignorance would glow
Reason we'd forsake
The man I once was
Never needed a just cause
To burn a witch at the stake

Thus now I do recall
As centuries slowly fall
from the lives I've lived
For Heather is the one
once torched by the sun
A deed she'd never forgive

She bided her time
to punish my crime
I now see her charred remains
She rips out my throat
Grins as she gloats
as the blood of my guilt starts to drain

A LOVE POEM

I LOVE YOU LIKE PROPANE
LIKE AN ADDICT LOVES COCAINE
LIKE A ZOMBIE LOVES A BRAIN
LIKE A PLUMBER LOVES A DRAIN
LIKE THE IRISH LOVES MCSHANE
LIKE A NURSE LOVES A VEIN
LIKE A PILOT LOVES A PLANE
LIKE A FLOWER LOVES THE RAIN
LIKE A CONDUCTOR LOVES THE TRAIN
LIKE A SONG LOVES THE REFRAIN
LIKE COMA PATIENTS LOVES THEIR CONSCIOUSNESS REGAINED
LIKE LENNY LOVES LORRAINE
LIKE A PRISONERS LOVE TO BE UNSHACKLED FROM THEIR CHAINS
LIKE THE SHRINK LOVES THE INSANE
LIKE THE BUFFALO LOVES THE OPEN PLAINS
BABE, THAT'S HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU,
AND IT STILL AIN'T ENOUGH ?