Dec 3, 2013

Indie Rock


Indie Rock

You are the great big surprise
In my lonesome forest stroll
A silent party of unchecked emotions
In filters of Instagram

As strangers waft in and out
Across the shadows and light
My heart splutters along
To the strains of mandolins and
Broken string guitars

And I fumble over
Torn rugs and empty bottles of wine
As kindred spirits dance effervescently
All around us with ribbons dripping from trees
Reaching towards us in whispery tentacles

The wind hums its prayers
Over pastel speckled skin
Shivers down my spine as I spin
Slow motion towards you
Murmuring words I had once forgotten

As our hands meet in a dance
just before our eyes do
I lose all sense of being
And fall into the magic of your world
My surreal fortress
My Indie Rock

Dee



Jan 31, 2012

Poem Person now in stores!!!!


My first book is now in stores! With forewords from Gratiaen Prize winners, Vivimarie VanderPoorten, Sakuntala Sachithanandan, the book comes in hardcover and features 70 of my best work in poetry. The book is available at Barefoot and at ODEL. International/online purchases are possible at www.odel.lk (under the Shop More category).

That kind of loving



The razor wires you pull across my taught skin
are ripping it in places
allowing for jewels of my blood to bloom
and melt in the hazy atmosphere
dulled down by your smoke

I feel nothing as I watch you
Mark the paces in an abstract state of  mind

The shattered glass that is strewn around
Play the part of little mirrors
on which I see you, naked
Walk up to the antique ebony table and
Ease out a handful of black rose petals
From a very tall vase
And throw them up in the air like confetti
A celebratory mood
I moan
I shift on the cold cold cement

You turn on the radio
To some Etta James
and light a row of expensive candles

I can taste the pool of blood I am lying in
Face down

Happy Valentine’s Day,
You say.

Dec 5, 2011

P.O.V.

All my love
Bleeding and staining the sheets
Staining the walls
Bursting forth like poder puffs
Of deep red
In the dry air
Sweet to the tongue
Warm in your hands
Dripping

You thought I kiled you
I killed your freedom
I was like a fiend that stole into your garden
Crept under your walls
Manpulating
Twisting
Pure evil
In your selfish justifications
and self induced paranoia

A demon in your eyes
A creation of your fickle yet fertile
imagination

if you’d instead seen me for what I am
the one you grew to love

you might have saved us both

Dec 1, 2011

Closer

I will write the verses
I will sing the songs
I will play the drumbeats
Every tear must be a tear closer to where the tears will end

I will wash the dishes
I will switch off the lights
I will say the prayers like I always do
Every night must be a night that’s marked off the list of unknown nights

I will watch the stars fall
I will watch the tail lights fade
I will watch the last neon sign go off
Every dawn is a dawn of expectancy of being the last dawn

I will pray as faithfully as I have done
I will worship with my hands held high
I will believe fervently as I possibly can
Everything I ever believed in was a lie, so Jesus you better be for real

Sep 11, 2011

Poem Person

I am a poem person
Little verses
Not always making sense
Not always flowing
Not always connected

No end no beginning
Just a being
Fleeting

Pick me up now
read a few lines
feel the pain
tumultuous
or the mirth that bubbles
beneath
and if you dare
bring it all out to the surface

Think of me too much
and you’d disintegrate
Love me just a bit
and leave me wanting

Besides, you can always fold me up
and carry me in your wallet
because I touched you
somewhere you don’t understand

Big fat books are always left behind,
anyway.

Jul 29, 2011

September

I take a break
Get out of my seat
And take ten paces
Up and down this small room
Repeat