Away, if I could but go
And climb like days of old
The hidden hills, clinging
‘Mid the horizon’s lowest folds
Tell me when the greys will brighten
And ease recover haste
And sharper relief lay to rest
The years that went to waste
Category: Poems
Memory
You are no more
Than the smell of memory
As the rain brings you down
From the wisteria
A shrinking space
You’ve left me with a square-ish space
These four walls and hours baked
With horns, insults, demands pounding through.
The drywall can’t hold back the swell
So my space shrinks and time retells
The same stories of trippy, sleepless, broken nights.
Squished and squished and cut down some more
To fit your size, should I go out the door
Not daring to protect my face, my heart,
My lungs that cry to breathe apart
From the taunts that follow masks or medicine.
God forbid that we should be free
To live in peace or quiet or safety
That we should learn from what has kept us whole so far –
So scream and pollute and tear from me
My flags, my stoop, my grocery
And call it your freedom, duly crowned.
More of you
I want to give more than I can
All those years without you
The baked grass of my childhood
And the nights in red and black
It comes with wanting more of you
The yous that I can never meet
Samson hair and fresh-eyed grin
You as you are now
With all you were then
Blue side
What place is this
A hostile defense
A victim and a tyrant
That I heedlessly chose
For myself
Cecil Walden
When we step into time again
Memory is slow to show
The truth of discontinuity
And the silence that has grown
–
What time has left, what we have lost
A spectre blooming overblown
Conversations we still carry on
With the ones we used to know
–
If the unspoken can be a legacy
If disbelief can make life so
We can forget what has been changing
And the silence that still grows
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https://ottawacitizen.remembering.ca/obituary/michael-ip-1082083615
What I am missing
You told me I was missing Monster
And until I saw the insides of
Doki Doki Literature Club
I would be incomplete
But I am always looking
Away from darkness, unless
Mundane worries lurk
Or there is the perfect niche
To hide my messes away
I believe you even though
I will never watch or play them
And if you were here, I’d gladly hear
You saying it all again
https://ottawacitizen.remembering.ca/obituary/michael-ip-1082083615
Time limitless
Night grows reflective
When on your way home
There is another tempo
For being alone
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Image from Wallpaper Flare
Shizuo
You know, a look can kill,
He said,
And that makes this self-defense
From then on I was walking home
With eyes for no one else
The decision-making process
Certain heavenly bureaucrats
Could have told the tale
Eons of analysis (note: pleading)
And single-sided briefing notes
Convincing the gods that this,
This was what they wanted;
A least-bad option for
The creation of All
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