Familiar Strangers

Butterfly breakfasts on the tips of flowers

Gloomy clouds hang on delicate tree tops

The winter breeze whispers little stories

Of late night word vomiting between familiar strangers

Rum on my lips and brandy on yours

Secrets shared in the centre of an old bar

Notes on stained tissue paper

And looks exchanged with words we left unsaid

I spoke a language your soul understood

And you brought a comfort that I couldn’t ignore

Lingering questions on our minds

How did we understand with such ease?

The demons that we both have carried separately

When did I become so sure of what I know?

The pressure that wasted time carries

The burdens that slow healing can bring

You told me secrets of a childhood tainted

I spoke of peace, the kind you’d forgotten

Unsurety in your voice, certainty in mine

You, ever unready to admit you need a hand to hold

Carrying weights too heavy for you to let go

An Earth waiting to be watered

Parched for the feeling of something soulfully familiar

Just two strangers, two glasses, two stories

But one connection, one understanding, infinite maybes… Could bes… If onlys.  

Dilz

Fickle Feelings.

What is the logic behind being attracted to unavailability?

How do you curb feelings that should ideally be attached to reason but have perched themselves on the branches of dreams?

The same circle, a different time, a different lesson, the same life.

1+0 does not equal to 2… Seems like the notion is alien, but the probability is real.

Eyes meet with a one sided need for it to end in a hug… Maybe a kiss… Too much? How about the occasional midnight text?

Self doubt turning into nights of ‘it could be’ and waking up with ‘this is never going to happen.’

Maybe a hobby will help or an extra deadline to beat the thoughts that lead nothing.

My heart knows this game, the only difference is that now my soul resonates warnings rather than ‘we’ll deal with the bad later.’

Not at all ready to gamble away years of lessons and weary stances

There’s no method to this madness and no love to this logic

Oh man… Thank the good Lord there’s no love involved.

I mean, who’s ever ready to go ahead and do some construction of heart cracks all over again

Weirdly enough, with age, they take a lot longer to harden and get back to the usual

Right, time to lock it away. Swallow the key like I will my fickle feelings.

dilz

All Woman.

Wounds come and people go

Years pass and then some more

Scars form from what we know

And the seed of truth learns to grow

Walls are built and homes are tarnished

Words are said and promises vanish

Souls of resentment are often banished

Slowly but surely hopes diminish

Secrets too heavy for a 16 year old to bear

A little girl made to silence her fears

Her innocent eyes see demons crystal clear

But her angels don’t seem to be anywhere near

Now 26 her words are her weapon

So much older, but still a child from within

Learning to forgive what weren’t her sins

Starting to embrace everyday wins

Every life has a purpose, she has come to realize

Every sinner has a punishment for his lies

She is now a warrior who doesn’t need to hide

Gaining strength from her new found pride

23 years of carrying weights too heavy

Decades have past and made her weary

But from the ashes a phoenix is ready

To make peace with the past and release the negativity

No more pills or blunt blades

No more empty glass bottles or full sleeved drapes

It’s time to let go of all the self hate

For she is not a victim but one of the greats

Let it be known that her veins pump iron

For within the timid lies a siren

Have no doubt she’s risen from ruin

Make no mistake, she’s all woman.    

Dilz