Board Stupid ;)

It's the feel of sand between my toes.
The waiting.
The anticipation.
The tightness of the suit.
It's the bass line.
That fills my head.
My heart.
It's the water moving around my waist.
As I push further out.
It's the sound of the water slapping.
Lapping.
The side of the board.
The waiting.
The anticipation.
The sitting.
The build up.
Watching as waves roll up.
And facing away.
Paddle.
Push.
Pull.
Keep the pace.
Slow, yet fast.
Don't rush.
Big strokes.
And then you feel it.
As water rushes by your right hand side.
You left hand.
Depending on the break.
And the intake.
Of breath.
Stand.
Bend.
At the knees.
It's the feel of rushing air.
Wet hair.
And sometimes.
The fall.
The tumble.
And the rolling under the water.
Being pulled by the ankle.
Dragged.
And then calm.
Swimming up.
Catching your breath.
And starting again.
It's surfing.
It's what it is to me.
It's fun.

Sunday driving

The Queensway tunnel opens up
Beethoven's symphony
Recedes, stalls, stumbles
And turns to static

So instead
Light, shaped like
Magnetized iron filings
Flickers past,
A break from heavy fog

Waiting
To take me in outside.

For now
We move like antelopes.

-T

Demon Slaying.

Sometimes I catch it staring.
Nostrils flaring.
As I am daring.
Preparing.
The exorcism I am sharing.
No longer caring.
As I'm blaring.
My voice tearing.
Into it's soul.
Break the mould.
Under it's weight, I shall never fold.
Ever cold.
In a six foot hole.
It's heart in a bowl.
Would you ever doubt me, if I told you so?
So I'll let you go.
Into the night.
Without a fight.
If it's right.
When I see the light.
When It's out of sight.
It comes back around.
Out the ground.
Where it's buried, outside of my house.
But it's about to pounce.
Onto me once again.
It's too hard to explain.
Just how to slay.
A demon in this shape.
There's got be a way.
For me to finally lay.
It in it's resting place.
I must quicken my pace.
And meet it face to face.
It's my last saving grace.
To end this stupid chase.
I  shall watch it brace.
Itself, I watch it shiver.
As the image shimmers.
I clench my fist.
And smash my bathroom mirror.
-H

Different Perspectives

I see him every morning, every day and every night.
And just want to make sure that every thing's alright.
For a while now, I've noticed he's quiet.
His eyes are sunken, he looks tired.
He smells different to what I know.
On the air his sadness flows.
He used to smile.
Now he snarls all the while.
And then again, I sit and watch.
While blood drips from his wrists on cloth.
I don't know why, he still has me.
And every now and then I see.
A smile cross his depressed face.
When I see him, and over I race.
When he puts, his arms around me.
When I wake, and he sleeps soundly.
When he's off with his new pack.
He always smiles when he's back.
He laughs and jokes, and is how I remember.
Before around, last November.
Since then everything about him changed.
But now he's back, and he's uncaged.
Because of this, I smile too.
My boy is back, he's born anew.
-The Dog

You're quite like a candle
A sweetheart
When I look at you
While I'm standing
On the ceiling

And you find the idea
Quite thrilling
'We won't pop this balloon
With a needle'
Let's

Hold it above your
Candle
See how long it will take you
To melt it

You don't call me back
You gamble
Deflate birthday balloons
Dim my candles

- Mr. T

Diwali

The popular drink is still, but the bubbles
Prickly to your ear still overpower the
microwave popcorn of Diwali

Much more demanding then,
the unalarming gunshots,
Are pretend, they slice

The air with the flashes,
Penknives, mugs
Or maybe warriors, who knows

I'd like to go and watch, maybe some company
Would do, I'd like to have someone
Say yes

And smooth out the edges of the black
With their coat, their wool or cotton
Just see and understand

-T

In eighteen years, I've touched so many lives.
Seen so many things, tears sting my eyes.
When I 've made friends, and lost others.
Been ripped from mates, I'd call brothers.
Lost family in the process, some before their time.
And can't even express my feelings in these rhymes.
Some relationships, ended in a flash.
Some took time, some I know'll last.
But time lost, can never come back.
A waste of nine months, missery from that.
Happiness today, I find hard to see.
When people seem, to discard me.
Without a second thought, without a second glance.
Again and again, I gave you a chance.
How foolish I am, to walk to your arm.
Knowing all will come, is more harm.
When I've walked away, people called me back.
Think I might ease it, fade my life to black.
Takle the breath from my lungs and the spark from my soul.
Through myself happily, in a six foot hole.
People say, they can't live without me.
Just dump that one my shoulders, and I will smile proudly.
When I stand up, with the weight still there.
And carry on walking, without a care.
I should be flattered, I mean so much.
But then I'm thrown aside, without even such.
As an explination, a reason for this time.
Every second we spent together, must've been a lie.
You can live well, without me there at all.
Finally from the weight, I give in and fall.
Buried in a mess, of every memory.
Wounded but not killed, now you're my enemy.
Bitterness flows like river in me.
So I break my skin, in search of some relief.
Every echo of your voice, is a taunt and a pain.
If only there weren't in my heart but my brain.
For from there I could remove them, but on my heart they seem to stay.
Untill a time, someone takes your place.
And new feelings come forth, and shatter that of you I have left.
And I feel joy instead of pain inside my chest.
Again I see the trend, in everything I write.
A wounded heart, a whimp, something I despise.
So I'm of to bed, at least there I can see.
And remeber everything, that once made me, me.
-H