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29
Aug
12

New Endings

 

What are you doing here?
What weapon did you drop when you waved the white flag?
What mystery has been planed from the rough edge?
What thought did you let linger beyond into fear?

A figure reconnected and premeditated softly
whispers water upon dry lips
a simple plan and a fallen moon
widens the fragile rip
a complex self-image and rising sun
waxes the sharpened tip.

Since when did you document emotions and cage the track?
You have woven yourself with the fragmented soul
creeping like a hair around small stones.

A figure reconnected and premeditated softly
whispers water upon dry lips
a simple plan and a fallen moon
widens the fragile rip
a complex self-image and rising sun
waxes the sharpened tip.

Maybe we need to feel the warmth of blood born from the unpredictable and inconvenient
Maybe, just maybe, we have become caught between the snake and the light
We neither seek the mist or allow ourselves to be carried by it
So arise and embrace your ending
Pathways falling
Skies reforming
Old from the new
Arise and embrace your ending.

10
Jun
12

Check That Out

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You hit with a straight bat / technical and precise / clouds forming in a clear sky

Light at the edge and ripping the flesh
Strong sounds encased in a shifting mesh
I could sit in the physical or release the spiritual
Just a room and a light in the centre
Yet the echo of a voice beckons beyond the walls
Gear ready for first but you stall
You need a guide you’re weak without a mentor
‘If you start at 30 you will be there in a couple of years’
Dreams don’t drain away they get trapped by your fear.

How is the road you took when we went different ways?
Still battered by lies spoken hiding in the casing of your veins?
You live like you command the number of days
Just because you’re the main event here is the rant from the dark for you:

Mystery, mystery- locked and loaded history ready to punch and break the present and trap your soul in a cast coz you steal the past and look at you did daddy and mummy buy the break or did you take your own name when the stage set raised your game and through a mic gave you fame- you forgot the echo that clothed your back you hit the gain stole the lack and replaced a cloth with a hood so stand straight eyes wide shades broken no more lies and own your sign when you sink the drink with your name on it remember

You are light on the edge of darkness
You are mystery in your won history
Clouds are forming in the clear sky.

26
Apr
12

Folk Eucharist

26
Apr
12

City Shaped By Stone

Illuminate my path and create

Stone cutters and tribal women mutter

Hold the dove with two hands

Just long enough to silence the flutter

Beyond lost in translation

To a search for a singular nation

And the tribe gathers and sings

Soon is not soon enough

Yesterday is why we pray

Beauty uncovered and caves matter

Meaning grasped and soldiers clatter

Beyond superficial sensation

To a search for a singular nation

And the tribe gathers and sings

Soon is not enough

Yesterday is why we pray

There is treasure within this stained

Piece of art

Mystery without measure in this

stolen land of hearts

Elation swallows frustration

To a search for a singular nation

And the tribe gathers and sings

Soon is not soon enough

Yesterday is why we pray

And when the light closes in

We will be with Him

Soon is not soon enough

Yesterday is why we pray.

26
Apr
12

When You Leave This Place

Its not always about how you arrive

But it is often about how you leave

You over there!

[Who, me?]

Yes you with your precious frame and silent beauty sat with your wrists crafted by an artist and your heart moulded by a billion seconds

Do you realize no-one else can leave the imprint on that chair like you –

You over there!

[Who, me?]

Yes you receiving a million pixels of light framed around the cells off your eyes that have captured and recorded a billion wonders

Do you realize no-one else can smile or frown just like you and maybe some of you have forgotten for a while which you do most

You over there!

[Who, me?]

Yes you who do you think I am talking to?

You over there!

[Who, me?]

Did you not hear me the first time because the invisible hairs which dance like life on a coral reef have got a little stuck

Your ears have received a billion words which travelled inside, some making home and others choosing to die and fade into silence

There is one who has whispered to you before you and will continue after you

You over there!

[Who, me?]

Yes you you bundle of depth and breadth, richly invested with a spread of gifts like the darkness of Christmas before someone turns on the light

Do you know that there is someone out there right now just waiting to meet you not because of what you do but because of who you are

that’s how special You over there are!

[Who, me?]

Yes you!

26
Apr
12

‘Son’ by Corky

South-West Legend Corky recorded his version of my poem ‘Son’ – words below:

It is always by choice that I continue to give thanks

When I hold your hand and smell your hair

When I still the race and embrace your presence

When I forget the importance of Self and grasp the wonder of You.

I would bleed seeds upon barren lands so that I will always grow with you.

It is always my choice to love you

When a hand held softens the rough times

When tired eyes remind us of the day of Rest to come

When we dream of another place and sync our faces.

I would bleed seeds upon barren lands so that I will always grow with you.

It is always my choice to hold you in my heart

When space separates and communication dissipates

When fears produce tears and the night is longer

When even for a single brief moment we are one.

I would bleed seeds upon barren lands so that I will always grow with you.

26
Apr
12

The Path Narrows

As a concept it is perfect – stay close to the path maker!

Yet I have all sorts of thoughts going through my head

Did I really believe I would get through this day while lying in my bed?

It’s a long way down when you are trying to make it on your own

It’s a pretty lonely place when you try to save yourself

I thought I would get a throne but I was just handed a piece of rope

How long is it does not matter when the way is a steady line

You are not our of your mind if you still have faith when you step out

You are not without faith if you still have doubt when you step out

Because the way has never been mine or yours and, after all, He is the one who knocks on our door.

You’ve been walking the tightrope for a long time and there has been too much going on for you to notice the view

You’ve been cosy in your living room for a long time and there has been so little going on for you to  notice the new

But you’ve just seen someone  walk between two mountains

And you realize there is more

It’s a long way up when you choose Him as your own

It’s a pretty exciting place when you let yourself be saved

As a concept it is perfect – stay close to the path maker!

And this is what I intend to do – what about you?

If you fall what is at the end to stop you?

And maybe just maybe the journey from beginning to finish

Will not be a reaching for a throne but a life risked

through depression, elation, frustration, oppression

the way was never intended to be impossible

but always involves offering

oneself to the fragile and tender

the worthwhile and mender

the fool and the wise

every kind.

He makes and shapes the path for you and I to follow

And this is what I intend to do – what about you?

 




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