To Read You

Posted on May 30, 2010. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , |

Whisper in my ear your sweet tales of yesterday.

Show me your roots and the soil fom which you came.

Tell me of your battles and the scars you were dealt;
Did you win any of these?
Are you still fighting?

Give me a glimpse into your world,
Through your eyes.
I want to know your reality whilst I escape from mine.

Tell me of the people you’ve loved and those you’ve lost.

Tell me of those you hate and remind yourself of those you’ve forgotten.
I want to know.

Show me the real depth of your soul;
Forget all the politeness and brovado and expectations of others.

Show character.
Your character.
Be honest.

Tell me of the times you’ve cried.
Because I know.

Tell me of the times you felt like you couldn’t go on,
And the times you did!

Tell me your dreams and wishes for your life.

Tell me a story,
Your story.

I’m listening.

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Time

Posted on May 24, 2010. Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , |

 

And only now I realise that I need You, Time

Time was a blur.

What happened I don’t know.

A continuous monotonous stream of nothingness.

A time spent wishing, thinking but not feeling time.

As it ebbed away from me I tried to reach for it,
But I was not concerned to use my time to take hold of time.

A day not usitilisng, experiencing and moaning of time is pointless.

Time waits for no man, yet wait was all I seemed to do!

I waited for something to happen.
I waited for things to move.
I waited for people to enter and people to leave.
I waited.

I’ve wasted time waiting.

The deceitfulness of time.

The trickery of time.

And now I can’t get it back.

What a waste of time!

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Fruit

Posted on April 24, 2010. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , |

 

Like a fruit not yet ripened,
This heart is not yet ready to taste.

Let it grow.

It needs a little time to sweeten; perfect for picking.
It needs a few more moments to season.

In the sun, in the shelter, in the rain.

The core needs strengthening,
And be watchful the outside is free of scars.

Touch it; squeeze it to know when it is ready.
Pleasing to the eye, it will be.

Even better to the taste.

Among all the others, this one appeals to you.
It grows for you, with pride.
It blossoms in anticipation.

Flourishing in hunger of its destiny.

And when ready,
Pick it.
Taste it.

Delicious!

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When The Light Goes Out

Posted on April 7, 2010. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , |

When the light goes out,
All is revealed.

Here in the dark, I see clearly enough.

I see the pain of the day and the thoughts that have plagued me.
I see the problems I could not solve and the dreams of that daylight.
I see the people I let in and those I missed.
I feel my heart slowly rest from the day’s loops and holes.

But, I am still not at peace.

When the light goes out,
All is revealed.

I think about how I used the time God gave me.
A time spent wishing, thinking but not feeling time?
Spent moaning and not appreciating time?
As it ebbed away from me I tried to reach for it.
But was I not concerned enough to use my time to take hold of time?

I can’t sleep for thinking about it

I sit up and to the corner of my eye, I see it.
A candle flicker.

This candle is my hope for tomorrow.
A renewed tomorrow.
It flickers brightly.

And now I am at peace.

And in prayer, I hope it never goes out.

And if it does…?

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Your Box

Posted on April 1, 2010. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , |

I comply not with these rules that are set before me and that drives you mad!

Your understanding of me and mine is limited;
So your judgement holds no real merit!

Your ignorance to the beauty of freedom blinds your vision
And inevitably suffocates you.

You spit out rules and lines and “must-dos” and “No’s”
Though it is you who alone is bound by this system; this regime.

“The greats”, you say, “did it this way.”
I say, “Before them, there were none!”
And after me, there will be many.

Many different, weird and wonderful songs to sing!

Yes!

Many new and wonderful ways to tell a story, not just by way of your Book of Rules!!!

I thrive off the restricted energy those like you spit,
I refuse to communicate with dead spirits.

I feel not the comments and ills that flow through your soul.
Wanting, wishing only to remove those dark glasses that prevent you from seeing;
Really seeing!

Uniqueness isn’t studied,
Yet delivering it is class.

Because, of all the walls, blockades, bricks and stones put up against freedom to be,
Ignorance is the one that slowly kills the soul of those who harbour it!

So plump up those pillows and get comfortable,
Because it looks like you’ll be in your box for a while!

Dedicated to YOU!! Thanks for the advice WF

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Narcissistic You, Narcissistic Me

Posted on March 28, 2010. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , |

Backup and give me some room.

Leave me alone for a while,
Just don’t go too far.

I need to breathe.
Just let me breathe.

What is it about me that ‘does it’ for you?
Honestly, I want to know.

Do I make you feel good?
As well as I do.
Pander to you and smile on command?

Do I stroke your ego?
As well as I do.
Tell you you’re great and make you feel special?

Is it that perhaps, you want to be like me?
Always asking me how I came to be.
Wanting to know my next move; my every thought.

Is it that you like my uniqueness?
An amazing sight to you, perhaps.
Tell Me!

Why do you want to walk where I walk?
Talk how I talk,
Think the things I think and feel the way I feel?

Why?
When sometimes I don’t want to be me.
Though sometimes. Only sometimes!

Because let’s be honest – I am pretty remarkable.
And don’t I know it!

So now tell me…

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Here’s To You, Reality

Posted on March 16, 2010. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , |

Feeling like I need a moment to enjoy just being still.

To take it all in – all that is around me.

To not analyse, or pick apart the things I see.

To not have to put meaning behind it all, but take it for what it is.

Sometimes, I spend time dreaming and missing the beauty of Reality,
It passes by as a whisper in my ear.

I realise, in my dream like state, I may have missed something amazing.

I know I like it here but sometimes and often,
I have to open my eyes.

To force myself to open my eyes.

To see the rose growing from the thorns.
The sun peering through clouds.
A smile through the tears.

Reality can be harsh, it’s meant to be sometimes.

But how beautiful it is to know that I have the freedom to check in or check out whenever I want.

So here’s to you, Reality;
A worthy friend and enemy.
You are bitter-sweet.

Because I know without your crudeness and uncertainty,
They’ll be no need for me to dream.

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LONDON

Posted on March 5, 2010. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , |

London cries a lot.

Not more so than others, but still, a lot.

The tears aren’t empty though.
They are filled with the pain the streets contain.
The tears of those who walk these streets no longer flow.
Too many tears shed on their part. Much too many.

So London cries for them.

When it’s a day like that, London seems beyond sad.
Moody, perhaps.

But I know, being a shoulder London has cried on.
We know.

If you look harder it’s just London getting ready to start all over again.

The rain-like tears, cleanse and make new what was once dirty and old.

It’s rejuvenation that is taking place.

A rebirth. Born-again.

London is beautiful like this.

But today,
Oh today, on a day like this,
London raises it’s head, stands even taller and smiles.

Music fills the air like a soundtrack to London life.
You feel brazen.
Feel child-like.
Feel naughty.

The hardness is there, it’s still there underneath the skin,
Where the heart thumps it’s angry chorus
And the beat times itself to the beat of those it holds.

But today,
Oh today, on a day like this,
When the sun is out,
London shines.

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As If I Only Had Today

Posted on February 23, 2010. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , |

One day, a day that changed my life, happened.

Yes, the greatest thing happened to me on this day.
It was the day I realised I don’t hold tomorrow.

The day I realised those I love will be lost.
And those I lost, I may have actually loved.

It was a day that I looked ahead of me;
In front of me,
And only saw now.

This day I stood still and felt the earth move.

On this day, my plans for tomorrow turned into goals for today.

The day I realised it’s all or nothing.
Half hearted just doesn’t cut it.

It was a day I put down the baggage,
And walked away with nothing.
Happy.

On this day I looked and really saw.

It was a day I stopped caring so much about me in others eyes,
And started to care about me in my own!

It was on this day I sat down and realised it all happens for a reason or a season.
Simple.

This day, I knew that worrying is a pointless act.
It may or may not happen.
Either way, worrying does nothing for it.

Yes, on this day I realised I don’t hold tomorrow,
So let me do well with embracing today.

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My Smile = My Strength

Posted on February 18, 2010. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |

In the bad, if I can still smile,
I know I am strong.

In the confusing,
When all I can do is laugh,
I know I have power.

When I smile in the uncertain,
Know that I am not crazy.
It’s just my strength in demonstration.

When the world says I smile too much,
I laugh.
I smile.
Perhaps the world is frightened by my vigour.

As the world around starts to crumble – My world,
It’s my smile that makes me stand firm.

When they say “you can’t surely be happy all the time?”
No, not all the time,
But my smile pulls me through.

Please, never take my kind heart,
Pleasant words or my smile for weakness.

Like still waters that run deep,
And calm volcanoes that rumble and erupt,
My smile hides many things.

But one thing my smile will never hide is my strength.

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