Casper Fitzgerald
Dreaming my dreams and singing songs from another time.
Casper Fitzgerald
Dreaming my dreams and singing songs from another time.
Dreaming my dreams and singing songs from another time.
Dreaming my dreams and singing songs from another time.
It was out of love. Always love. The sort of love which she felt for me too. It was a race to see who could steal the others heart first, and in this race it is I who have won.
During every embrace as our lips locked together I could feel her nails digging through the back of my ribs, clawing her way in towards my heart.
She tried to steal it. Oh yes, and tried as she might but I had already given...
She wants to know his secret. He hasn’t decided what it is yet.
Caught in an endless web of lies and deceit, Salvador Santiago has been living his life pretending to be someone who he’s not.
Each of his fables greater than the last, he is finally faced with the ultimate secret to reveal: the truth.
Salvador begins to learn he has to bend to the power of what is true or be crushed beneath the re...
The grass moved by wind
As billows of storm clouds pass
Tracing along walls of rain
Muddied earth kicks up
The aroma of our land
Drifting through the air
Paradiddles fall
In pitterpatters of drops
Landing upon leaves
Dripping canopy
Above hits my hollowed head
Gently and sweetly
Leading streaks of wet
To race down against my lips
Licking Heaven’s tears...
Illuminating every blade of grass that touches this earth,
Breaking through the clouds above and sharing all of it’s warmth.
Coming by every day hand in hand with the mourning doves,
And commemorating the passage of time between all of those in love,
On it’s own ninety-eight million miles away without a care,
Do you think the sun ever gets lonely up there?...
Solace and solitude are found in the silence of streets,
Serviced yet worn paths scattered
Without symetry through sunless concrete canopies
People percariously perched upon park benches,
Papers in crumples prance when prodded and picked up by the wind,
Pigment pouring from the pores of fractured sidewalks
Time turns forwards towards travelers passing through
But slowing to a steady tick of sec...
My restless eyes sweep the floor yet stir no dust, feeling far too coy and shy to steal a glimpse of you. The way your hair curls over your shoulders, tucked behind your ear, sends my heart racing and tracing the shapes of your spirals down to the ground. Long brown coils of hair shimmering like golden ribbons under the sun.
Every sentence you utter from your mouth has perfect prose. Chipping awa...
Pressed tightly in the shelves together, the books stand straight and tall. On the emptier shelves the books fall and lean to the side. Some still supporting others. Is that how we are as people too? I wondered to myself this afternoon, as cascades of rain painted an emulsion of grays across the sky.
The plated glass window panes appeared to be weeping. The fine line of each boarder dividing them...
If it comes, let it
If it goes, let it
The ebb and flow of the tide
Under the light of the moon
Pulls me in
And lets me out
Like a breath drawn and released
From a scarred set of lungs
Or as a bird landing then leaving
The branch of an oak tree
Emotions like words drawn in sand
To disappear with retreating waters
If it comes, let it
If it goes, let it...