The words I cannot find run away from me in the wild.
Unleashed, unaware of their strength. Forgetting from henceforth they came.
A mind filled with scenarios and storylines that have no beginning and no ending.
But a middle within the middle, so contrived it falls out of context.
It cannot be understood, not even by he who creates.
A creation not synonymous to that of genesis.
This is not a story of biblical proportions.
Just a mere painted picture with no canvas.
An orchestrated masterpiece, with no keys or strings.
A beautiful song with no words.
Decanted, these words flourish leaving watermarks on the pages of their ancestors.
Unsure of what has been formed, but confident in knowing that it is something.
- Myles (February 2013)
Such is life
Cracked, crushed and crumbling. She screams.
All at once with no intermission. She screams.
Silent words that only the deaf can hear.
Crying tears that fall into the rivers that the blind see.
Live in the Sky
Can I live in the sky for just one day
To fly alongside the sparrow and sing its song
Can I touch the tip of the pyramids
And wipe clean away the blood of the slaves that have gone
I want to get lost in the desert
For my mind to create mirages of Eden
And then lay my head down on the oceans bed
Dreaming dreams of colours deeper than blue
Lost cities, Dark night skies, Galaxies galore
This world, ours to explore
But so much unknown and so much yet to be touched
I want to be first to experience the inexperienced
I did what no man dared to do
Fearful that he’s dreams just may come true
Terrified of his own ambition
Allowing himself to become crippled by his own inhibitions
I can live in the sky
Not just for one day, but for the rest of my life.
- Myles (July 2012)