Jim Woodrow - Bo Staff Dancer


So I collected broken hearts and swallowed my pride, ouroboros swallowed me whole, 
with a hunger for vanity I could never walk with but kept by my side.


So my old man finally did some cleaning, after my war-torn mother had stood the test, came out on top of the stack in my memories 
as I swept out the miles of cold thuggery that engraved the embraces that kept this dream alive.


Two days apart I sleep but control freak and the soulless switch the feet, dreaming of you smiling 
but standing on the nightmare preserved in time for now and hopefully living with a future better than mine.


No quotes or silence could ever separate us, but lively sounds in our home keep a record of our flavours. 
Brooms are dusted and the home is clean. stay the same until our freedoms meet.


I sail away and meet the sky but loneliness is the last goodbye. Same as knowing a stranger's gaze, 
swiftly breaking into dust, a smiling rich man offering trust. 


We all break a heart so sweet memories fade, but the true test when we realise it wasn't only us who felt pain, 
getting over being the victim and the disgrace, caused or inflicted, it's all the same.


I can't sweep the floor with a sword, but carving a path to the smouldering heat was a safe escape from my frostbitten feet. 
Faded and incomplete, a rock in the peat.