Sometimes all it takes, is a whisper of faith
For a ball of hope to become a burning ambition
Month: July 2017

Finding the way
Crossing the threshold
You trespass, on the edge of my borders
Tiptoe through the barricades
And hover at the frame
After patting down the dirt
Covering your tracks
In fear of being discovered
I find you, alarmed
A hare, dazed in the headlights
Frozen, but for the consistent twitch
In the distance sirens wail out a warning
The gate gapes wide in the wind
Yet still we persist
In that moment existence is shattered
I welcome the oncoming storm.

The Only Option
She went to a dark place.
She went there alone.
To hide beneath the dusty shores, wade through murky undergrowth and delve into the icy lakes of solitude. She went there alone. Wrapped herself in a heavy tarpaulin of sunbleached skin, worn with age yet heavy enough to secure her down, in the pools, of despair , that she found – alone.
After trawling through the deserts of time, her hand outstretched for aid, that was never found. No water of rejuvenation trickled through her salt cracked lips, her weary bones found no comfort in the angles of the rocks of contemplation. After a time, she learned to counter the winds of fortune, turn away from the blasts: her spine bare for the impact.
If you look to the marks on the soles of her feet , blackened by ashes, solidified by infliction: know that these are not the marks of her failure, but reminders of her strength. Mottled with scars of endurance: she is a marked woman yet not beaten.
She does not submit, she will not yield.
She went to a dark place
She was alone.
Words once spoken
Every breath taken
Each word uttered
The tone implied
Emotion stuttered
All our thoughts
Amalgamated
Held or cherished
Loved and hated
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The light doth shine
It shines – reluctantly
Gold piping around edges
curved lines:softened by the glow
mesmerised red eyes
drawn like moths
to a wide open plain
visible and raw
for all the room to see
with a limited time
patches of rainbow fog
just another symptom
another reason
for aversion
A way not to see
the blindingly obvious
Life in stasis
Breathe in
–
Breathe out
–
Repeat

Living without passion
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Without conflict could we still survive, would we still want to live in our ever revolving faceless world of placation? Would we miss having fire in our bellies? Miss having passion and love and anger? Without emotion are we even really living or merely existing?
If you were able to live forever without the fresh breeze on your face, or the spray of the waves of the sea falling in mists on your skin, or without ever hearing the rising call of the lark or feel the warmth on the skin of your cheek: would this be living?
Freedom for Equality
Oh to be free.
In Shadow of the Sun
Sometimes I am struck by the sheer futility of it all
Crossing out days in the calendar as if they were nothing
Allowing the sands of time to slip away
Watching the rising and setting of the sun
Knowing that in each lost day drowns a moment
An imagined space in fate forfeited, passed over
Some days there is anger, a hope that it will soon be over
A growing sadness that encourages me to leave it all
To walk away and seize the moment
But the fear of uncertainty, of being left with nothing
To be naked to elements, left to dry in the sun
These thoughts restrain me, stop me running away
Instead I walk a precarious line; he’d rather look away
Never wanting to face that its over
Seeing us as youngsters, playing in the sun
Willing to deny the truth, trying to forget it all
Attempting to believe the agitation is nothing
Not allowing emotion, not for a moment.
But it’s true, we are here in this moment
I still haven’t given anything away
Even at this juncture, I offer nothing
Except silent acknowledgement it’s over
I can offer no comfort at all
For I am every evil under the sun
I contemplate this in bed, awaiting the rising of the sun
My mind a kinetoscope, replaying every moment
Squeezing life from every last memory, I drink them all
Chasing down fragments, not allowing any to slip away
Nailing down reason, trawling through thoughts over and over
Torturing feelings to confirm there is nothing
Nothing more to hold me, no person, no thing
Save the inexplicable guilt of hurting a mothers son
My head so thick and weary, as though harbouring a hangover
Could it be my courage finally gathers momentum?
I should vault the bandwagon straightaway
To hell with my wherewithal
Who cares if I have nothing, I’d be open to it all
Then when my life expires, they can talk of this moment
And extol, I didn’t let the sun settle and let myself slip away
Discarded Sands
Shark infested waters
of hues once dared to swim
The beating of an iris
A deadly ink within
Salt and earth and coffee cups
Linger in these parts
Barnacles on memories
An urchin beating heart