Yep

Blah blah
Blah blah
That’s how it went when the lids closed and the hypnotist missed the joke and tied the rope just around the corner like the smiling man on H-street after all the people were sleeping and the street light was, at most, flickering. Sometimes people need to be told coz it’s no caffeine jolly when the pain is stretched out. It’s good to know Greek and Hebrew too but better to experience meaning than to cut the truth. Complications and interrogations caught in the mist of a most frightful situation in which a clearly defined opportunity cries ‘Yep’.

A matter for pause

It can be controlled and it can be withdrawn
Like the dancing of a foot
Clouded in a singular beat
Softened and squeezed like a 360 flip
or no comply
Random pixels sprayed across the day
And vulnerable meditations through the night
I lead but sometimes without sight.
So easy to just become part of the structure
Instead of standing on top and reaching
So I take a moment to pause
And when I do something becomes clear
In the midst of the paddling out
There is a wave coming
A wave to carry the burden and to transport the soul to a place
From where the essence of metanarratives found birth
We all need a moment to pause
And in that pause a new answer.

The Questioning Soul

Excuse me friend I have a story to share
Enriched by travel and kind blue stares
It should not surprise nor shock the ears
Because it comes from the place of tears
It speaks of things that swirl inside
Of countless stars mirrored across skies
It has images from across the earth
From subtle moments and explosive births
Excuse me my friend do you have the time to hear
Or should I wait until the gift has matured
And a soft word pricks the ear?
I have questions you see
And they are in my story
I know you see too
But through the noise I am struggling
For the moment to share with you
Another time you say
And I examine the surroundings and decide that for the sake of timing I would wait.

Internal Protest Explodes

The human condition contains a frightening submission encircled by an emotional silence
A lightening storm caught hold of the shack and teared apart what was already shredded
The situation is the line separating service and sacrifice
Where the two could be-should be-gripped in a breath of prayer
A sanctuary that divulges the inner passions crying out
A love that saturates and ignores its threats that it can be no more
A hope which fractures the unbreakable and discards the inevitable
A surrender that comes from the deep dark where God alone is pure.

Red (II)

If we believed that the cracks could be smoothed
and tears could be held until time and love dried their roots
Maybe, just maybe, the wall could be painted again like before.

When hope, like the turning of a key, stretches forth to me
Maybe I will offer up a heart encased in a light flesh
And whisper ‘all of me … take all of me’.

Red

I heard something
You then have a moment just to stretch the sound and fit a fixed point
When I did this I suddenly realised that the lights had stopped
In fact
He had stopped
And even though I held onto the thin metal rods
And screamed
It could not, would not, bring him back.
If I could go back I would change history, break the infinite paths and talk him out of it
Such an honour has left this earth
And when colour is dominant and risk, like fragile veins fades, my eyes remain
For
Ever fixed on a hybrid view
A smile and a gash in the head
Glued in my retina memories
Like the holding of a new hand and a person turning into the invisible corner
I feel like I am stepping into a private scene
Uninvited and yet the obvious guest
At best
I also jump and together we lie burdened by little except the weight of the sky.

White

The hurt passes while I was captured by the reflection and strategy mirrors an incapacity to allow time to breathe, to stretch my arms and hold the space and mimic the tapping fingers beating a voice in a void silent and yet not ignored and so while the hurt has passed the little smudge remains