|Live in England, UK. Love reading, writing and getting lost in my own thoughts.|
Oh, well yes of course the rain can only fall, but, remember it finds strength when each drop joins each of the ocean's wave.
Each drop finds it's peace as it falls, creating it's ripple upon the lake surface.
So yes, you too will find strength in those who stand beside you and you too will find peace in those who share your pain.
With each drop of rain, watch it, but don't just see it's descent. Look for it's transformation and all that you, too can be.
Wind whips around the trees,
A power only the fortunate sees.
Look deep within your inner mind
and you will be amazed at what you find.
The wind, the trees, stars, sun and the bees,
connecting us all, between the mighty seas.
The seas of despair, beating at your shore,
pushed back with the might of the old lore.
It’s there, amongst the dust of modern ways,
waiting for your rekindling, to flicker and amaze.
A river of questions,
run through her mind,
as she gazes up
at that ghostly orb.
She sees both the past
and the future, cast before her.
The stars are her parents
and she knows they light the way.
I know it to be so, she says
as she stands in the shadow
of the moonlit glow.
Your danger delights
the delicate soul.
Your aim, your goal
to reach those devilish heights.
So you reach that heady view,
as I bow down to your might.
You, nurturing from above,
calm my pool of fright.
Upon this journey, it appears
I have happened upon my soul.
I’m not sure where it has been
And I’m sure where it will go.
Upon the journey, it seems
I have happened upon my happy.
Maybe my soul was keeping it
Safe until I could care for it
20 years ago, my dear city,
You opened your arms to me
and welcomed me in.
Today we come together,
against this awful sin.
Here, different cultures,
are free to roam.
Together, whatever differences,
we call it our home.
Nothing will destroy the spirit
of this beautiful place.
We stand as one, whatever our creed,
whatever our race.
heads held high.
As we ask why?
I have provided a stage for your life story, for many a year,
below my bows, blossoming romance I have had the good fortune to hear.
Many have sheltered beneath my burgeoning canopy,
eaten my fruit, seeds sown to grow a younger, more hopeful me.
So now, my neighbours come crashing down, resting on the forest floor,
as the ravens rise, flapping and screaming their warning caw.
My roots claw deep, hoping to remain within the blessed earth,
but my nemesis awaits, the concrete structure awaits it's birth.
So, you can no longer stand, sheltering my dear friend,
there is no longer room for me, my time must come to an end.
I would say love is stronger than hate as there has to be some love left in order to be bothered enough to hate. I often hear people say they hate their ex partners, but surely there must be some feelings remaining to induce the feeling of hate? If you you no longer care, then would hate even enter your mind?
Old paintings, hanging from the
grumbling at the injustice of it all.
Once, many years ago,
they were the stars of the show,
pigment bright, reflecting light
from the windows below.
Now, they pityfuly wallow beneath the old varnish upon their once delicate souls,
canvas bows as the sadness of time takes its toll.
The gallery clock tics its final rythme,
as the doors are locked,
for the very last time.
Mostly we get along, me stepping forward, you in tow. Sometimes you drag your heals and occasionally you have a full on tantrum. These are the times when we just can't get along. I have to listen to you, your negativity and your destruction. There's no reasoning with you on those days. I just have to give in to you, let you takeover, until you are feeling a little more generous in spirit. It is often all about you, even though you and I are one and the same. The me has to keep battling to remain the stronger of us both. In my younger years, I thought we would part ways but it didn't happen. So now, we coexist, like an old married couple, used to one another, sometimes bickerin...
I wait for peace to reside within my shattered thoughts. I wish for a soothing rain to dampen my rising anxiety. There is nothing to make sense of, as it's just the way it is, but my mind is desperately trying to index my emotions.
Death makes one wonder what these days, moments and memories actually mean in the end. Do they have to mean anything at all? Maybe, we are here to envelope ourselves in those small glimpses of clarity and great expansive views of inspiration.
Life is not to be planned, I decide, but to be wandered though, savouring the sights, aromas and the feel of all that lives.
We lost you today and now you have peace,
We should be grateful but selfishly we're not.
As the sun shines down on our ever flowing tears,
I feel your relief, your laughter, hopes and dreams.
I'd say rest well, but I hope you don't.
I wish for you to dance in your freedom,
no more prison of pain, your door wide open.
Beauty to me-
Birdsong in the morning.
A loved one's heartbeat.
Smile from a stranger.
Twinkle of frost.
Laughter amongst friends.
Peace from within.
Oh how I smiled,
at the madness of it all.
My laughter, echoing,
throughout the fall.
Landing, on nothing,
but my own crooked mind.
Telling its cruel tale,
vicious, sharp and unkind.
Firefly dancing in the inky sky,
like the embers of a dying fire,
drifting towards a new dawn,
Where tomorrow's hopes are born.
Remember the small things,
Because when the big day arrives,
They are all that matters.
If you feel
that your soul
is a weary traveller,
Mountain of fright,
shadows the ray of hope.
Fear from the wings
of doubt, soars on high.
The path below, babbles
a different tale.
Follow, where water
conquers the dam.
There, wisdom resides,
on the bed of the lowly
Thoughts threaten this needed parting.
There you go, wounded, you walk away,
waiting for me to call out to you,
Those binding memories, thwart my exit.
A honey doused recollection of bitter days,
try to swathe me back, to the familiar,
You walk away, ending this final scene.
Sun setting, waves lapping, steadfast rocks,
hold firm, fighting the tide of the unknown,
goes the delicate mind,
over thought tipping points,
washes over dank air.
cosy fit for now,
smiles rank death.
The world awaits-
a time of true love,
of patience and peace,
friendship of foes,
a union of understanding.
the eyes bleed,
with acid tears.
at the thought
of all this.
You can hide yourself,
but you will resurface soon,
to face your true self.
Vines of the restricted mind,
They crawl, tightly bind,
when we are alive
Cut them down,
with lively thought-
read, learn, never lose
the will to be taught.
Rain drops and tears mix, escaping the contours of my face and landing by the edge of your soon gone existence. I told you to go, but not like this. I have no chance to change my mind, to play the game, to wait for your display of affection. This empty place, within me, shown here, dug into this soft enticing soil- how final it is. I look down, beneath this ever living earth and see the whispers of you. Where will you go? Will I ever know where you now reside- I doubt it. My mind doesn't allow belief in the unknown.
Clumps land, pittering on your wooden bed of rest. Flowers, torn from life, thrown upon the final view of you. Your silence, enhanced by the soft cries and despa...
of your perfection.
Mirror pool, ripples
all of your errors,
for you to reignite.
oh how it laughed
back at us.
Crash, broken time-
clock laughs at you.
Each moment claws,
nearer to the soil,
of your finality.
Crushed, to nil,
empty table of life,
throw back your truth.
Show your hand,
We live in the shadows,
the substance long gone-
turned our back on nature,
where wisdom once shone.