your move

dragging baggage through this dissipating crowd
my right wrist feeling heavier than my left
i notice you noticing me
and i am sympathetic to your quest

innocently ignoring this life numbing electronic drizzle
i pray for my head-ache to burst upon your scene
but stalking souls is for the young my dear

and my legs just cannot seem to breathe

... .thurlo.

friday flowers and chakra dancing

within these friday flowers
like the sun
i place my heart

within this holy water
like oxygen
i breathe my love

and as subtle as the world that holds everything
like the universe

it holds our souls

... .thurlo.

day 2 day

 just another day they say...

so enjoy it in anyway you say...

tonight we dance with whiskey in our blood and ale under our feet

it seems as if mother nature and her crew no longer look at the calendar - no lie, old man winter is working overtime and he's angry about the hours.  seems to drive the faithful to howl at the moon a lot harder and a little more often than usual.  cheers, skøl, mud in your eye, say what you will, i'll be by your side.



tonight we dance with whiskey in our blood and ale under our feet
and while the hard hits of the fading day fall numb and forgotten
i know that within this glorious night that is blossoming
a moment will be alive
   with chance
a music infused mystical moment
just you and i alone amongst the masses
skeletons dancing out of their closets under some fat laughing moon
our souls singing
our spirits free
and for that chance alone
   i breathe

...from the collection 'thaw'

ember

time is vicious and mocks our loyalty
every second of every minute has just passed
before we even have a chance to understand
the images fade and the moments blur
and the future is as solid as smoke

the sunburn that stings above the cool water
the mortgage or the leaks or the retainer
the worn brakes bald tired suv still needing tuition
the bulk chocolate that has expired
the prozac with a chaser before the bell
the calendar that needs more dates
the unscheduled storms
the spiraling emotional cost of false revelations for a better tomorrow
the antidotes of wasteful distractions that leech the hours

with a life of fallen dominoes left behind
the grand design pulls the future towards us
the same way gravity tugs at our spines
and as each day falls
  leaving post flash ghostly images
    trying to burn a history
the ultimate chain reaction is strikingly mechanical

and nonchalantly finite


... .thurlo.