Month: December 2014

Poem: Stepping into me

Stepping into me I wonder who I’d be if I stepped into me Would I watch the setting sun, close my eyes and smell the sea Who would I be, if I set my worries free? Throw them up to the air for others to see What would I do if I stepped into you? Have a conversation; one, maybe two? What would I do, if I just made the time? Embrace my one life or crumble and die? What would it look like, if I lived life for me? Would the baggage I’ve carried finally drop free? What would integrity look like, if it were something to watch? Would I fly like a kite, or sting like a wasp? What if my nectar had everything to give? Nourish a poet, a writer, a friend? Walking away from authenticity and trust, Is like a masterpiece sculpture waiting to rust What if I am, what I needed to be? Would you comfort my heart, when my soul is set free? What would I do to get …

Poem: Insignificant

Insignificant As I walked towards what I thought was a dry lake bed, I froze as I dropped the glass The seconds were counted by the beat of my heart, the crash startled the birds, the wind from their wings was felt on my tender skin I stood frozen in two worlds; in front of a lake that once was, the coolness of the moisture seeping underneath my parched feet and the quench of thirst Each step would require grief to consume me. The shards of glass would reignite memories of you, as I walked towards the grail in search of something greater than me As I turned away, I lifted my arm to protect me from your blinding light My insignificance became daunting; I closed my eyes and hoped for a moment of being wanted Did I drink the poison or was it always there; the broken glass, the drought, the malaise As I lifted myself off of what used to be an oasis, now stood as a wasteland As I opened my eyes, …

Poem: Cinderella Man

Cinderella Man As I looked into your icy blue eyes, your instructions were abundantly clear As you touched my skin and whispered the words; I knew it was for a day and not for years As you turned around and walked away, you gave me a smirk that etched in my brain And then there was me standing, wondering, dreaming I pushed the doors with all my might, and the vision of elation sat in front of me like a golden temple With my external armour and the whispers of possibility, I emerged alone My beauty was currency, my charm was wealth, and my fragrance had the flowers bend their ways to reach me The clock tower began to sway and the dial went into slow motion as I could see what no one else could; my external facade was about to crumble The prince didn’t have time to say goodbye and my run through the moonlit Forest became haunting, as each branch and thorn tore my skin, reminding me of who I wasn’t The …

Poem: The Men of Los Lomas

This poem doesn’t need any intro, only that it captures the experience of our human life when moments emerge and we realize beauty and passion is abundant and comes when we least expect it. The Men of Los Lomas Longing for adventure, watching for signs The invitation appeared as an oasis in the parched heat Lust covered me with an insatiable hunger Shimmering sunlight on moist skin; Masculinity and torsos as beautiful as mahogany trees Ocean spray sobering my memory of young love; childhood spirit awaken Did my beauty emerge long enough to remember it? Did I find the men of Los Lomas or did they find me? Missing many words, finding language in sensuality Was it the beginning or the end? Photographs undeveloped; pictures only appear in my dreams My heart ached to say good-bye; the infamous kiss The men of Los Lomas; the men or the metaphor, permanently etched in my heart forever Carl Meadows January 12, 2013

Poem: Haida Gwaii

I have travelled the world and been to every continent, and yet the one place in the world that etched its place in my heart forever was Haida Gwaii; The land of the Haida people and the most majestical place on earth. In between the British Columbia coast and the most treacherous ocean on the planet and more ship wrecks than people, there is Haida Gwaii. Haida Gwaii The mist shrouded you like a mystical wonder, Your white peaks scraped the skies Coasts carved by fierce force Juan Perez wondered and left The others left sorrow White man traded you blankets in peace, So they say, as they wiped out your people with scorn and disease Missionaries moved you away from culture that lay So you would be saved Only to have crosses carved on your graves  Land of enchantment, reconciliation and hope Destiny is weighted by the cultures that cope Monster trees gobble the past The spirits and treasures are all that last Be it under the mosses, or the sacrilegious crosses What comes …

Poem: A Drift at Sea

Sometimes in relationship there are periods when one partner needs to drift for a while to find out who they are; the strongest relationships understand when drifting is essential for renewal and lets the process occur without trying to rescue. Drift At Sea Hands holding each other, fingers letting go Hearts attached Running along the shore, I can see your eyes meeting mine As I drift at Sea Can you hear my heart beating for you as my glance turns away toward the setting sun? Sands shifting, tides are restless Drifting in darkness with moon watching over me In the distance, I can hear your beating heart I close my eyes and feel your warmth within the tepid water I open my heart and feel your stare as I drift away Drifting away at sea, will you wait for me? I can hear my heavy breath as the water covers my face I feel your arms and chest on my back; eyes open wide I feel your beating heart, tasting your sweet lips against mine …

Poem: Carlie

We are all products of our experiences as children. I was asked by my coach a few years ago if I could get my Father to describe me as a child in one sentence or less. My father described me as “the most courageous little boy I ever knew, and the most vulnerable; both at the same time”~a paradox. This process inspired a search for the little boy inside of me, named Carlie. Carlie Where did Carlie go, did he disappear? As I stop and remember those long lost years. Holding hands, gumboots traipsing puddles; mesmerized I would have stared at your reflection if I knew it was our last moment together Salt and peppershaker in hand for a birthday suprize Grandma would soon see our accomplishments of the day The only grandfather I knew The hushed sounds, the whispers, something was wrong the untalking was profound The story of the sunlight blinding your eyes, the truck, the accident, my grandfather disappeared Talking late into the night; your life lesson stuck to me like a …

Poem: Misery

I believe in living a human life; this means sharing all the vulnerabilities of the human condition.  Perceptions and obsessions of happiness can alienate the most basic human emotion and can add to the struggle of finding peace with ourselves. Misery finds itself in a world of secrets. Misery As I walked past you, I heard you whisper my name I begged you not to stare at me, as your scent brought you back to life You pulled me in, and I could feel your fingers touch my skin The moment you touched me, I felt a draft that I evaded as long as I could An ache so deep and heavy, I collapsed from the weight Please spare me the pain of loving you again, and let me go As you scratch my skin, make sure you take all that you can, as it will feed your insatiable appetite of me As I walked to the door, tears stung my cheeks like acid and my heart slowly stopped beating As I pushed the gates of …