1 door away from heaven

When the music died

2011-12-23T11:19:00.001+02:00

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When themusic died,

mist rosefrom the ground

like rollingwaves of silence,

engulfing sightand sound

in its thickwhite shroud,

and tears ofsorrow

clung tolashes

in silent reflection,

before surrendering

to a finalecho.

Hide for another day

2011-12-02T07:41:00.001+02:00

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The mood turned to brown
in the hot midday sun
as the stifling air withered words,
struggling to make their way
from the cool depths
of the lakes of suppressed emotion.
And the chirruping crickets
run riot with thoughts,
disassembling them as they form,
watch as they dissipate
in the turmoil,
lost, ere they ever began.
In futile surrender
you shut your eyes,
let the hot wind blow silence through,
your world that is dim,
that slowly recedes
and you hide for another day.

The last dance of regret

2011-10-08T17:07:00.000+02:00

Deep was the voice that rumbled

with the silver-gray sheet

that swathed the skies in an instant.

The words, an abrupt chill

that sunk into every essence within its reach.

Shoulders drooped with the tail of every creature

as the meaning absorbed into their soul,

and regrets danced their last dance

on empty, deserted stages,

unworthy of thought and awareness...

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The edge of reason

2011-10-04T15:22:00.001+02:00

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'twas the voice of evil spirits loudly rumbling in her head,
that decided fate the day when the clouds were tinged with red,
driving her to edge of reason far beyond accepted norm,
carelessly surrendering to the deeds that cause you harm.

And she lay down on the smould'ring bed of fire and it spread,
to the confines of the sacred heart where no one dares to tread,
seeing in her mind's eye tears turn to acid and deform
everything that she once cherished, yet she was beyond reform.

So she sank into the dusk of the waters laced with lead,
on a path that's sure to take her to the lowest of seabed,
while the frantic pleas from lovers stead'ly faded in the storm,
left her soul in desp'rate need for a breath, just one, of calm.

'twas the voices of the angels that pierced fin'ly through her head,
woke the need to live and banish from her soul the clouds of red,
driving her to push away from the edge towards the dawn,
yielding to the longed for arms, to their warmth, to which she's drawn.

untitled

2011-09-13T10:22:00.001+02:00

To feel the intent of a nurturing glance,
to bask in the sunlit moon,
when water transforms to the nectar of chance,
and time builds a palace from ruins.

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The Anchor

2011-09-06T12:01:00.000+02:00

Is it the chaos in our head,

spinning like a vortex,

that keeps us doing that which we do,

repeating, duplicating, returning again and again

to the bleeding brook that runs

through the nightscapes of our mind?

... forever recreating

wounds best left forgotten,

revisiting the pain of our growing years,

fed by the need to comfort ourselves

with that which is familiar,

barring the way to the uncomfortable unknown,

to a page in a book still waiting to be written -

too fearful to be free,

too timid to try,

too afraid to lift the anchor that weighs...

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The reason

2011-08-04T11:30:00.007+02:00

A frown appears on her serene face and her green eyes darken

as the faint cool breeze touches the back of her neck

and picks up tendrils of her hair to paint streaks of worry

on her smooth complexion.

Foreboding stiffens her posture,

becomes rigid and erect,

as the blue skies turn grey, then black,

washing away every smile and all color,

and the wind starts to howl around the cobblestone streets,

lifting dust and leaves and skirts in the air,

creating hunched down figures, rushing

to escape the cold, to escape the north wind,

to escape from the winds of change.

And this winter raged long, blasting through roaring fires,

stealing the steam off mugs of hot chocolate,

as she watched the once lively streets become empty deserted alleys

where windows mirrored the long leaden faces of house-bound children,

exhausted by games of scrabble and scolds to cease the running in the hallways,

their eyes reflecting the cold silver grey of the trees,

willing them to change, to change back to green,

to come back to life and emerge from this everlasting winter.

Despair sunk through her soul, driving away her peaceful smile,

banishing the spark of hope that once danced in her eyes,

and with leaden feet she climbed the stairs

to her room, to the cupboard, to her richly embroidered valise

and resigned, she starts to fill it,

with her colorful scarves, peasant skirts and broken dreams,

before settling in her chair to wait for the dawn

which will lead her through the winding road

to another place, another time, and another dream...

Yet the daybreak brought her footsteps, brought a knock to her front door,

which when opened brought a fragrant touch of the warm south wind

that melted away the darkness, the despair, the hopeless grim surrender,

and a rush of heat flooded through her, bringing back her cheery grin

and dancing eyes, reigniting the flame of passion and desire,

which she embraced with abandon, accepted without question,

for before her was the reason, was the answer to her prayers...

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Black and white

2011-07-08T11:48:00.001+02:00

As the sunlight feeds the shadows,

so a silver glow is spread

by the moon in deepest darkness

where the brave ones dare to tread,

and befriend the inner demons

that are hidden in their soul,

for the light and dark united

is what makes the psyche whole.

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Hidden consciousness

2011-06-15T10:51:00.000+02:00

Tears overflow from dreams into wakefulness

as the past and the present

intertwine to form

a consciousness which

until now was locked

in the hidden chambers of my mind.

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Broken Windows

2011-06-11T12:16:00.005+02:00

I wish I could see myself, just for a day,

for an hour, to see what you see…

Would I see a girl striding through this here life

with a strength and a stance to match,

who’s cushioned the blows that don’t leave a mark

who’s risen against the odds?

And does she cruise flighty and carefree each day

through streets with golden planes,

gifted with flair from the hands of the gods

that rule the night skies to refrains?

Or would I spot glimpses of tortured scarred flesh

that burns to a constant stream

of pain that’s residing so deep in her soul,

yet bound by an endless scream?

A scream of abandonment, careless denial,

for a love that she gladly bestowed

into the hands of a traitorous being,

who’s word’s but an empty echo…

I wish I could see myself, just for a day,

as that confident façade that reigns,

instead of submitting to unspoken fears

so deeply entrenched in my veins.

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Revelation

2011-05-11T12:46:00.000+02:00

When the heavens intervene,

subtle images appear,

little pieces start to fall,

in your psyche as they sear,

through the blinkers placed in time

over eyes that chose to rest,

behind ignorance that soothes

nerves unraveled by the test

of acknowledging unwanted

truths we hide, prefer to change

into reasoning man-made,

in a limited dark range.

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Temptation

2011-04-19T12:30:00.000+02:00

Let me lead you to temptation,

let me sway your will to cede,

close your eyes and follow that

which my touch you to will lead,

and forget yourself in me

as my whisper takes you deep

into my arms where you'll find

the fulfillment of that need,

that is smold'ring in your eyes,

that is burning through your skin,

let me take you to the darkness,

to the pleasures born in sin.

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Touch

2011-04-11T10:43:00.000+02:00

Every footprint that I make

will be washed from this here shore,

yet the touch I leave today

will remain forever more.

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Before dawn

2011-04-09T12:06:00.000+02:00

In the silence and the darkness in a cold and moonless night,

it's an anguished scream that tears through the soul with all its might,

as the dark fear has a grip on your limbs and on your heart,

takes the breath from hope that's seeking your direction to re-chart.

Feel the anguish, feel the pain, feel the deeds that brought regret,

feel the anger, feel the heartache of the past you can't reset,

and the dark will turn to shadows, turn to dawn if you have time,

walk towards this unseen promise, in the daybreak church bells chime.

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Windblown...

2011-02-24T10:32:00.000+02:00

Ice-cold desolation washes over me as I see the sand, blowing in waves across the cracked, deserted tarmac. And icy fingers tug at my hair, tearing and tangling the once smooth facade, while a bolt of lightning rips through the black storm clouds rushing this way... a world transformed in the blink of an eye, gone are the sunny skies and the impression of summer, removed in an instant by the harsh force that's winter's grip on my heart.

...bitter the taste of wasted years

spent in a state of illusion,

craftily woven with marked intent,

promises windblown and broken.

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The Shadows of the Moon

2011-02-19T23:02:00.001+02:00

My spirit withdraws

from the earthly realm

of the shadows the moon bequeaths,

and in silver veils

my soul can see

the truth as it hovers beneath

the full moon that rose

this glorious night,

to grant me the knowledge deserved,

lifting the pallor

of trapped blinding lies,

for chained earthbound mortals reserved.

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The gypsy

2011-01-30T14:48:00.001+02:00

How I wish I were a gypsy, travelling through this big old land,

without future to direct me, without past to hold my hand,

free to wander dusty sideways, with the wind as my best friend,

sharing fruits in shady orchards, whilst the stranger's ear I lend.

I'd return the gift of nectar, as I see unspoken dreams

dance behind the shaded eyes, a desire that there gleams,

for a freedom never tasted, for a touch before unfelt,

and bewitched he settles back, for the hand this day had dealt.

He now listens to the words, as they flow forth from my lips,

possibilities arise, as he deviates from scripts

written by the hands of others and from blinkered visions old,

meant to tie him to the known, that would keep him in the mould.

Although brief the hours spent, in my time and in my care,

he discovers magic sights in the softness of my stare,

'ere returning to his life, 'ere I further wander through

dusty sideways in this land, for the next dream to renew.

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The Echo

2011-01-24T13:22:00.004+02:00

Catch me in your arms,

I am ready to fall,

to trust in your words,

to heed to your call.

I have reached the end here,

the end of this road,

catch me as I fall,

your voice now, an echo...

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The silence of your being

2011-01-11T10:52:00.000+02:00

Soft are the murmurs of the night

drifting from the shadows left by the descending sun,

probing your shell, slowly piercing

through the armor you've adeptly erected through the day.

And resistance crumbles as the stars start to sparkle

in the darkening sky that spreads its blanket over your soul,

and you break down and cry for the lost yesterdays,

for the tomorrows that never may be,

as the harsh truth dawns with the rising moon,

leaving you alone, deserted, in a self-created exile,

in the silence of your being,

in the emptiness of your soul.

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It's time to go home...

2011-01-07T16:26:00.001+02:00

The road stretches out, endlessly, a golden mile too far,

that the thought of moving forward

is as appealing as yesterday’s feast,

congealed and encrusted in the sink,

the remains now lying rotten at the pit of your stomach

in the breaking dawn.

For your soul is just too scarred

to see the beauty of the mountain range hovering on the horizon,

and the wounds too raw to appreciate

the fresh sea air drifting just past their peak.

And by a force not your own,

you slow down, come to a halt

at the roadside at the edge of tall waving grass.

You open the door,

not bothering to close it behind you,

and start walking into the wilderness.

Slowly, tentatively at first,

then your steps start to quicken.

Faster and faster.

Each stride longer than the last

as you try to outrun

all the thoughts whirling in your head,

to leave behind the memories,

the words that still echo in your ear,

the touch of the hand that's still warm on your back,

and the tears that flowed freely down your cheeks,

as recently as today.

And you come to halt at the furiously flowing river.

You stare at the torrent and the angry rushing water,

and you wonder if you'll take that step,

into the maelstrom of oblivion.

To bring an end to the infinite torture your mind has subjected you to,

induced by the realisation

that that which you’ve lived

was the design of another’s creation,

and you were just along for the ride,

while they operated the controls.

You were but a puppet

at the hands of the master of manipulation and deception,

which you were too naïve,

too gullible,

too trusting

to see.

And the thought of redeeming their soul

and to carry on is just too much to bear,

too much to put behind,

so you take that step into the yielding, ice-cold mud

as the wind tears at your hair

and the skies cry with you

and you wait for the current

to lay claim to your soul,

as you welcome the coming silence.

It’s time to go home…

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Shimmering warmth

2011-01-02T17:22:00.000+02:00

The room is filled with gently flickering candlelight

while entrancing scents waft through the air,

capturing the melodious voices, sparkling with laughter,

enchanted by the music that's caressing their soul.

And its through this haze of shimmering warmth

that I watch you from a distance,

your movements, your lips,

your eyes that dance,

that stir awake a longing,

borne from the touch of long and hot nights

spent at the mercy of your love,

now teasing the edge of my consciousness,

driving a desire to own your flesh once again.

I watch, mesmerized, as your eyes lift, infinitely slow,

before locking my eyes with an intent

running invisible fingers lazily down my spine,

delivering promises, bent of fulfilling,

the need that's written in my eyes...

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55 - my soul is bleeding

2010-12-31T12:16:00.000+02:00

In these minutes past the hour

of the darkest time of the night,

my soul is weeping

for the dreams discarded,

carelessly flung into the flaming sunset

of a shattered reflection.

And my soul is bleeding

for the trust betrayed,

sullied by the kisses at New Year's turn,

from the one with the poisoned tongue.

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every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man

Wasted promises

2010-12-29T20:36:00.000+02:00

I’m shocked by the tears that are falling like rain

when I see what is really behind

the façade you’ve created, and had me believe,

to be you, the one whom I love.

And an icy hand grips my heart,

twists while a knife

shreds the years into wasted promises,

as I see my existence

shimmer like a mirage,

when the mind of a trickster erases my reality

and reveals the barren wasteland

of a life that is but a charade.

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The silence of the shadows

2010-12-26T12:12:00.000+02:00

Breathe a deep sigh in the silence of the shadows,

become still as you drink in the night,

savor the solitary moments alone

with the magical touch of moonlight.

Feel as it weaves through you, cleansing your thoughts,

removing the grit and the grime

that's tainting your vision, containing your soul,

in the distance the old church bells chime.

Watch as the ribbons untie and fall,

one by one, they allow your release,

and you soar into velvety arms that reign

in a space of content that won't cease.

So as this day nods its head towards the dusk,

I welcome the coming night,

brought by the heavens, kissed by the stars,

to this dark I submit without fight.

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Escaping the madness

2010-12-10T11:18:00.000+02:00

Distress builds a cloud in these once carefree eyes,

overwhelming the need to erect a disguise,

remove from the consciousness these blatant lies

and withdraw to the edge of the world.

Where the silky soft silence surrounds like a cloak,

shrouding your presence behind opaque smoke,

the phony carousing releases the yoke

of deception that smothers your soul.

And you breathe icy air yet unspoiled by the grime

of the souls that are lost, where the moon doesn't shine,

where the power that rules is a maze in forged time,

where alone, you uncurl from this haze.

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The fall of the crimson curtain

2010-11-22T11:12:00.000+02:00

Murmuring their dissent are the voices of the night,

'wakening latent fears that take from the moon its soothing light,

whilst the shadows, in a trance, paint disturbing pictures black,

on the walls within your heart, that now plunder and ransack

all the order you've created in the shambles of your life,

as they rip with sharpened edge through this canvas with a knife,

bringing fresh blood to the surface of the mirror-smooth reflection

that was gazing at the world, in its place a crimson curtain.

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Whispers

2010-11-15T12:20:00.001+02:00

And thus we find ourselves,

hovering,

on the edge of the world,

lingering on the brink between darkness and light.

And it's here that we share

our sorrows and our thrills,

our dreams and our regrets,

all the while drifting

closer and closer,

'til we breathe the same breath,

think the same thoughts,

before melting as one to the ill-ordained whispers of the wind.

But the wind that blows,

blows in cold with the breaking dawn,

burning away the fevered promises,

blistering the dreams we so briefly dreamt,

reducing our joy to a heap of dry ashes now drifting away in this wind.

...as the voices from the dark side bewitch and enchant.

Gilded sureties flowing from their glib and faithless tongue,

broken words promising to return the heat into our veins

while a nothingness fills our sleepless dreams

in a void of numb surrender.

Yet when we eventually still we'll hear

the forming dewdrops in the silence of the dawn.

And as the first light, with its steadfast warmth

thaws the icy cold that has gripped our hearts in a vice,

defrosting the immobility of our senseless mind,

nudges us to stand up on this fragile ledge

and turn away from the pervading gloom;

towards our choices, emerging, shy as a shimmer,

freeing our spirit, our sight and our soul,

as our shadowy bonds dissolve.

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Obsession

2010-11-03T19:45:00.006+02:00

Can you feel the grip of obsession, draw into your skin,

as you stand with your back to a bare brick wall

in a darkened alleyway, giving in to fantasies meant to remain hidden forever.

Can you feel its strength, the power, as it gains control,

demanding surrender with each fevered breath,

threatening to burn you alive, or die,

but submit you must, the choice is no longer yours to make.

You swallow your breath, your eyes start to close

as you desperately seek these illicit sensations,

for you are the puppet

of a need, a desire, to sink, sink, sink

in the dark world of raging compulsion,

indescribable to those

who have never experienced

its insatiable greed, compulsive need and driving force,

of free-falling into that black oblivion

of a body, a mind, completely numb...

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...as I choose

2010-10-19T12:15:00.000+02:00

I feel myself still under deep shades of grey

reaching further than my eyes can see,

that cast muted shadows in silvery light,

while granting me transparent sight.

And I relish the feel of the warm desert winds

in the darkness of the night,

that wrap themselves 'round the naked grime

in hours now lost in time...

...as I choose to make wishes on stars that streak

through black velvet skies on a whim,

taking my dreams to the gods that reside

in the hearts of those who believe.

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Release me from this dream

2010-10-11T11:55:00.007+02:00

I stand on the grounds of a once beautiful home,

under skies with the muted light

of a windy, cloudy, dust-filled sky

chasing an early dusk.

This home feels abandoned, neglected and ignored,

dry dust where once luscious lawns grew.

And I hear a cry, a lonely whimper,

from a dog confined somewhere.

I walk the cracked paving where weeds have drawn

a chaotic pattern through the crevices,

to enter a door, the metal frame coloured with rust,

into a room with the curtains drawn.

Stale and musty is the air, thick and filled with dust,

the colours a pale, indistinguishable shade of brown,

their life long lost in time.

I hastily leave and now drive down darkened streets,

and as naturally as travelling on tarred roads

she rises into the air.

We float over treetops and suburbia,

miniature houses with pinpricks of light

hidden amongst tall trees,

before dropping into a neighbourhood

familiar, only by name.

The streets are deserted, the houses now dark,

an occasional pool of light from a streetlamp

guiding the way.

Deep here, is the silence, and the air of desertion,

as I walk these unknown roads.

And just as I round the corner

my heart sinks when I see my car,

standing askew on the side of the road,

the axle horribly bent.

How did this happen. What will I do.

What will I say. How am I going to fix this.

With shaking hands and shakier knees

I sink into an old, unsteady metal chair

in the backyard of somebody's house.

A nameless old lady with an apron and a headscarf

joins us at the table and while I am trying

to make sense of what happened,

she presents me with photographs,

photographs of flowers. Pictures, she says,

I should show my mother,

for she will surely recognise them as those

she grew in Windhoek.

All this time my stomach is twisted into knots,

knots of fear, apprehension, dread, indecision,

yet I knew I had to take responsibility

for this, which has happened,

though it's the last thing I wanted to do.

How could I possibly right this with my parents?

So intense were the feelings, my muscles so stiff,

they stirred my sleeping body into wakefulness,

and relief flooded through me,

as I slowly, was released, from this dream...

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Red Moon Rising

2010-09-29T12:06:00.004+02:00

Feel the deep hush as the breeze breathes its final breath into the darkening sky, and hear the sweet notes as songbirds sing their lullabies to slowly awakening stars. Then sink in the velvet of the red moon rising, touching the world with a glow, that turns the days dust to a magical sprinkle that leads you to dreamlands on distant, mysterious shores.

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Reflections of the day

2010-08-18T15:46:00.004+02:00

Invisible thoughts,

fed by concealed visions,

dance through fields

of slowly dying embers,

as fleeting words

find their way home

and settle in your heart,

while others

disappear into an echo.

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the mask removed

2010-07-26T11:39:00.000+02:00

Your words sweet as sugar ran over me, wrapping my whole in warmth,

sweet as the song of an angel at dawn, soft as the eyes of a fawn.

And I knew I was right to believe in you, that we were meant to be,

the tears weren’t in vain, no matter what, we’d triumph again and again.

So sweet were your words, unexpected, unsought, making it all worthwhile,

it could only mean I was right to trust in you for all this time.

...and the hands of the clock kept ticking away relentlessly, mute was the telephone, the world filled with silence as the streets stayed still, the streets that would mark your return. In time the darkness replaced the golden rays as the sun bowed its final farewell making way for deep shadows to cast dark plays of torment and pain over walls. And the silence once peaceful now echoes with voices that taunt and sneer abuse, making a mockery of those words, those words I chose to believe.

In midnightly hours I see a face, with angles rigid and stiff,

lips in a hard line and hooded the eyes, bearings that take and not give.

Yet the voice is familiar, but in the tone I hear duplicity’s groove,

your voice rubs the wounds with the salt of your deeds, it’s you with your mask removed.

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Painting the past

2010-07-19T17:09:00.000+02:00

Make peace with the past but retain it in sight, a reminder of where you have been. Paintings of yesterday do ease the way to choices with peace therein.

picture:http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs6/i/2005/099/9/e/Painting_the_Past_by_liquidshaneo.jpg

existence without a timepiece

2010-07-06T10:23:00.006+02:00

You find lasting peace

under black velvet skies

when the day sighs a breath of release,

and a fading trail

marks your unbound ascent

to existence without a timepiece.

picture: http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=nightfall&order=9&offset=48#/d1e82z3

the circle of timeless regret

2010-06-24T18:22:00.000+02:00

Shrouded in a blanket of silence and mist,

touched by the ice in the air,

my vision is clouded by a light I can’t see,

my hearing is doused by a prayer.

And I follow the brightness towards the masked warmth

of raindrops that hover, then fall,

shattering the circle of timeless regret,

while heeding the waves as they call.

picture: http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs40/f/2009/039/d/c/Lonesome_by_Silverspark14.jpg

Memories that do not exist

2010-06-21T16:44:00.000+02:00

I travelled long forgotten miles as I followed the footsteps to my youth, past landscapes revealing faint images of stories and people obscured by time, to a place that doesn’t exist. And through my mind drifts a girl, dreaming, under blue skies and sometimes grey, alone in her backyard or on the beach, while the wind would blow every which way.

Now driving through streets with familiar names, past facades that hint this was once home, a tear starts to form, then roll down my cheeks for nothing is quite what it seems. The fingers of time have touched everything, gone are the faces I knew, gone is the oak tree that marked the edge of my experience, gone is that girl with those dreams.

It’s a sadness hollow, for a youth I can’t reclaim, for a time that is lost in the mist. It wraps round my heart and embraces, constricts, for people who’s touch my soul kissed. Yet a warmth sneaks on through and reclaims the cold tears that have left a trail on my heart, as I feel the memories fold themselves around me, sweet memories that no longer exist…

picture: http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs31/f/2008/193/d/4/Imagine_by_dianar87.jpg

the lost café

2010-06-09T09:37:00.005+02:00

“This reminds me of sitting outside the Lost Café after a hot summer’s day on the beach, listening to some jazz, with an ice-cold drink in my hand. Will we ever do that, you think?“

Mesmerized I gazed at the image before me, listening to these dreamy words, and I could feel the condensation from the frosty glass, running from my hand, past my wrist, down my arm, like a glistening vein of ice.

To my shock I felt tears, unexpected and unwanted, flowing from my eyes. Eyes that burnt as if touched by the rays of the glaring sun reflecting off the white sands alongside the smooth Mediterranean waters. Unblinking I stared, immersed in a sadness as endless as the ocean, that streamed round her body as she dove into welcoming azure arms that stroked, caressed and cooled.

And it felt like the fingers that plucked the notes from that soulful guitar were tweaking at the very core of my heart, touching deep corners carefully hidden away, lest they result in tears of regret, tears that flowed right now, for that, which never will be…

picture: http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=white%20beaches&order=9&offset=24#/du0lta

the trickling sand

2010-06-06T12:41:00.009+02:00

You entered my world, all shiny and new, unblemished and untouched, with lines that were clear, had a silvery edge, smooth as a silhouette. I treasured your being, I played with you, you gave me thrills intense, that each time I saw you my heart seemed to swell, so strong, I was left without breath.

With the passage of time marked by trickling sand, I spotted a blemish, a scar. Distaste filled my mouth, erasing my smile, all the while disappointment grew. And my thoughts turned to sludge in a mud that was thick with resentment, and anger and shame. I simmered in jealousy, cold and raw, for the ones who were flawless out there.

I tried to protect you and shield you from harm, yet the scratches appeared unseen. And each time I saw you your wounds blinded me, as I looked at these damaged goods. Aggrieved as I was, I let these emotions take hold and transferred them to you. I felt my mind shift as I shut you out, while I used, but did not value you.

‘til there came a day I recounted the tale of how we came to be and there was a rumble, the earth seemed to shift, as awareness new flashed through me. These scars don’t diminish, they do not reduce, the worth that is in you. You are not less than you were before just because you have come through the war... these lines are the marks, that you've loved and lost, of the milestones along your way. I see you now with eyes brand new, and you've grown in value to me.

picture: http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&section=&q=hourglass#/d125n8w

winter

2010-06-01T13:59:00.005+02:00

Dark and long,
bleak and frozen,
empty, barren and bare…

Feel, as it overwhelms,
sinks through the air,
to your skin and down to your soul.
Feel, as it drains from you
your will to move,
you’re absorbed in the landscape, white.
Feel, as your mind clears
and thoughts turn to wisps
of a mist that is snagged by the breeze.
Feel, as you merge
with this silence that is,
the time of rest is here…

picture: http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2009/364/7/5/Into_the_White_by_meppol.jpg

the door has opened

2010-05-26T11:33:00.005+02:00

I created this one door away from heaven in a time of turmoil and distress; and found here a haven, a place I could breathe, while around me the air was thick with dust. Dust from a past that wouldn’t let go, with ghosts that haunted the days, which I tried to outrun, which I tried to escape, all the while dancing on a path of quicksand…

As I stood at this door I heard the rumble of distant storms and threats, while I delved in the darkness and reveled in thoughts without a glimmer of that promised sunrise. Even time seemed to slip through my fingers untouched, without hope, without change, it was dust.

Yet even a rock must yield in time, to the pounding of the waves, submit to the waters that wash and cleanse, become pliable in its ways. One full moon passed and then another, and still in the air I could hear the tune of those silent murmurs that soothed; ever-present, while turning the key.

Now before me lies a glimmering sky and its gift-wrapped the world in pure gold, inviting me in, to test and to taste, and I’m itching to explore. And I daren’t stand and linger on this threshold, what surprises are passing me by? What treasures are out there just waiting for me to uncover and unwind? This haven is here, will always be here, invariably I will be back, but now is the time to bid you adieu, its time to re-enter the world…

picture: http://umayumay.deviantart.com/art/tuce-163009741

the crimson tide

2010-05-11T16:31:00.010+02:00

you want to lash out

to anyone near

the surge is electric

induces raw fear

that sweeps through the sky

like a dark crimson tide

twisting all reason

to madness you stride

as answers once clear

become murky with grime

forgotten in moments

forgotten in time

…that drags while it fleets

over scorched arid lands

chased by a rage

in the shape of clawed hands

that ruthlessly drive you

towards the last ledge

fuelled by a frenzy

with razor sharp edge

desperate to reach you

and wring from your soul

every last dream

that is in your control

picture: http://tsunami-yumyum.deviantart.com/art/Rage-19672838

55 - melody of chaos

2010-04-16T20:33:00.002+02:00

Collective they stream
down the road like a swarm,
seeking ruin, with cries in the air.
Harm and destruction
secreting a chill
that swells to a violent cold dare.

……fragile the silence
they leave in their wake
‘mongst litter that blows in the breeze,
dark’ning the day
with destructive intent,
when hatred to ruin carries.

picture: http://seduced-by-the-sun.deviantart.com/art/Chaos-Melody-46083099

every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man

the thread in the night

2010-04-10T13:37:00.003+02:00

The night is still and sends out a thread
of undisturbed silence and peace,
in cold black skies with glittering stars
as far as the eyes can see.

…yet an invisible fog descends on your soul
raising goosebumps of foreboding,
for under these skies dark forces meet
with powers far beyond your understanding.
Touching platforms and stages that will affect
every part of your lifestyle and dreams,
this knowledge alone, turns the beauty of night
into ominous silence, boding evil.
An evil so pure, relentless and filled with hate,
a darkness blacker than black,
that will engulf you, swallow you whole,
erase your existence, your history, your being,
with an arrogance confident of success.
These forces unstoppable gather power and speed
as they feed on the fear of immobility, indecision and chaos
that sweeps the masses into a trance
of chilling hatred and a thirst for blood,
turning beauty to dust and love into hate,
turns care into killing and reduces your brother to puddles of blood,
that darkens the ground in a rusty daylight.

picture: http://david-rf.deviantart.com/art/Deserted-158525896

intimate strangers

2010-03-30T09:42:00.002+02:00

a deep rolling rumble that echoes through plains
over parched lands that are desperate for rains
touch down not gentle on needy hot flesh
frantically seeking, these strangers enmesh

entranced in the spell of a burning desire
held in control by the conscious umpire
freed as the lightning strikes, rugged and bare
driven by hunger these mingled limbs share

they ride on the winds of a passion that‘s blind
striving to taste all sensations confined
recklessly feeding this storm of impulse
heady release as the senses convulse

and breathless they die in a falling descent
limbs in the throes of their passion now spent
skin still ablaze from the touch of those hands
intimate strangers in separate lands

picture: http://charbee.deviantart.com/art/Walking-Away-25801484

the ashes of time

2010-03-25T11:24:00.002+02:00

wasteful the moments of tears and regret
time spent in mem’ries that only beget
yesterdays pain without hope of release
stealing from you precious hours of peace
dwelling in darkness to songs that lament
words of your making that echo torment
searching for flickering candles of hope
while through old pictures you fumble and grope
take in your hands those old ashes of time
watch as they pass through your memory’s rhyme
a sweet farewell to an unburdened mind
the fresh pearl of time redesigned

picture: http://iardacil.deviantart.com/art/Ashes-of-Time-105685863

bleeding skies

2010-03-21T12:09:00.007+02:00

in dreams your past sins come to taunt you and play
a game of deception they won’t in the day
they bleed peaceful skies with their images raw
your weaknesses built in a bloody jigsaw
that leave you disjointed, renewing your debt
these creatures of darkness won’t let you forget
you shudder awake with hot sweat on your brow
from that which was past again dragged to the now

picture: http://jaggu79.deviantart.com/art/NIGHTMARE-110647580

into a state of silent suspension

2010-03-12T16:35:00.007+02:00

wrap me in your arms of ice and soak into my bones
let me fade in frozen mist as hard and cold as stones
fill me with the silent howl of icy winds that storm
leave behind the black and white that steals my last breath warm

i need to sink into the void, the motionless abyss
i’m waiting here for you to give that final mortal kiss
to transport me into a place of silence that’s devoid
of any touch and any sound, all senses left destroyed

picture: http://316521.deviantart.com/art/Frozen-98706473

a return to the silence

2010-03-11T09:18:00.008+02:00

discord, distaste, distrust
distance yourself from me
the walls are re-built
with wire barbed sharp
the locks slam on gates without key
and the landscape distorts
in a world thick with mist
as i listen to protest mutely
dispassionate eyes
see the blood on my hands
while i brandish my sword stoically…

in a darkness that soothes
let restoring rays wash
over me ‘til your rage has been spent
i will pass through the gates
once a silence returns
to the land you have touched with torment

picture: http://aphostol.deviantart.com/art/The-wheel-of-time-80433964

dance with the angels

2010-03-06T12:51:00.004+02:00

playful the creatures that dance through the night
carried by angels whose calls them invite
through starry gates at the heart of the moon
freely renouncing the earthly paths strewn
with obstacles blinding the visions that flow
richly through silver rays while they echo
in the free spirits that relish the truth
lost… in those moments past youth

picture: http://p0rg.deviantart.com/art/Wind-Sails-On-Cool-Bays-103099203

the scent of fresh limes

2010-03-03T11:14:00.002+02:00

one bright dawn came the day that she spread her new wings
from a place safe, protected, where she left many things
to an unknown horizon that her beckoned and called
to a life that was different and open, unwalled

and she travelled to sidewalks where the grey cement bloomed
to a tangle of noise from so many that roomed
on top of the other, with the walls where paint peeled
where a bleakness hung thick, yet to her it appealed

disbelief made him ask, “what are you doing here,
for you sure don’t belong in this pub drinking beer.”
yet she moved little nearer, reaching out to his hand
when she whispered a wish that he wouldn’t withstand

with his eyes overcast he just stared at her zest
then he told her quite frankly, “life here is a test
where the strongest survive, many crumble and fall,
while many just fade in a liquid highball.“

“go back to your life where you get what you want,
where you eat without thought in a smart restaurant.
remain over there, where you know all the rules,
being poor really sucks and the love quickly cools.”

...many years now have passed and he wonders sometimes
what became of the girl with the scent of fresh limes
who embroiled herself sweetly in a life not her own
before leaving one day, just a text on his phone

picture: http://vanso.deviantart.com/art/t-common-people-145901716

the kiss of the gypsy

2010-02-24T13:02:00.003+02:00

it’s the kiss of the gypsy under the moon
with dreams in the wind oh so perfectly hewn
that captures you swiftly, your eyes close, you swoon
to the promise adrift on the tune

and you float on the splendour of gilded wings
feed on pure lust on long purple ev’nings
lap up the nectar of empty nothings
while your soul dances freely through rings

it’s the kiss of the gypsy under the moon
igniting your senses on diamonds laid strewn
you dance with desires on sugar-laced dune
as to pleasures you now are attune

picture: http://kittikins5.deviantart.com/art/A-Gypsy-Queen-s-Dance-18728382

there's always a tomorrow

2010-02-18T09:34:00.010+02:00

black is the night filled with images stark
red is the pain as it flows from the heart
leaving behind the disfiguring mark of a tortured soul on the edge
desperate to end the unstoppable stream
of venom infused that has seeped in unseen
directing the course to a counterfeit dream that ends at precipitous ledge

please take me hand, let me guide you away
shut out the voice that has led you astray
together we’ll learn the black chants to unsay and free the soul from its chains
that send out shockwaves to the shatt’ring of bonds
feel your soul lift as old ghosts leave, abscond
as to bright light your blind vision responds and you glide to tranquillity, peace...

picture: http://purpleplatapus714.deviantart.com/art/Strong-Bonds-63378580

red are the rivers

2010-01-31T12:04:00.004+02:00

red are the rivers that flow through the land

broken by hatred, fed by the hand

with treacherous lies, calculated deceit

that draws out the fear, inducing defeat

while fuelling the flames of cold anger deep

grabbed by the hand in uproar they sweep

destroy in their path previous order and peace

as chaos evokes a destructive release

and trance-like they follow with contorted face

unable to turn back their steps and retrace

the means to avoid the shedding of blood

destruction is pouring, a relentless flood

to end when the tears of survivors are shed

the ignorant victims by powers misled

picture: http://hias.deviantart.com/art/Death-Rivers-30854546

the woods of the flaming trees

2010-01-19T09:01:00.005+02:00

lightly the breeze holds the melody
that flows forth from your lips
memorable words a parody
as smooth as crafted scripts
that by the red rays of the harvest moon
i allow to through me flow
caught by the mesmerizing tune
i take your hand and follow
into the woods of the flaming trees
as leaves our shoulders dust
awak’ning in me the chill of disease
your words are laced with rust
and with the onset of natures death
my soul froze to your plea
cold is the whisper on your breath
i retreat into woods misty

picture: http://weeja.deviantart.com/art/her-secret-retreat-26912660

misty murmurs

2010-01-12T10:56:00.005+02:00

a feeling as silent and subtle as mist
is rising up through the air
tentacles curling and winding their way
sensations you don’t much for care

the innocence in this breathy white veil
belies a deceptive core
disguising dark doorways in wispy light masks
that leave you uncertain, unsure

move through this forest of dangers and charm
the feelings that through you sweep
hear the soft murmurs that float on the breeze
their hum as soothing as sleep

and heed there is perched on the roof an owl
at the door where the mist hangs damply
so follow the touch that your senses placates
for your instinct will lead you deftly

picture: http://darkmello.deviantart.com/art/Something-in-the-Mist-123199817

remember me as a dream

2010-01-05T12:48:00.002+02:00

leave me to fade into yesterdays
of moonlight and limbs entwined
fleeting temptation we couldn’t deny
to pleasure we yielded and dined
savouring the lick of heat in our veins
our senses and touch ablaze
breathing in feverish scents awash
we tumbled in lusty forays

yet written in stardust our names were not
a moment’ry madness’ delight
the draw of the silvery moonlit skies
that offered a carnal respite
and in my mind’s eye i lie in your arms
that wasn’t our dream to dream
i bid you farewell on this dying night breeze
remember me as a dream

picture: http://sekeria.deviantart.com/art/Forbidden-Lover-10355594

an angel's breath

2009-12-30T12:04:00.006+02:00

breathe the breath that angels share
on balmy summer nights
as they dance through silver fronds
while chasing pure delights

and feel their touch as they enlace
their magic through your mind
to softly falling water drops
that open your eyes blind

to rainbows in the glowing dark
of streetlights that you guide
through a world of wonder filled
with joy that grows inside

they touch the ones whose hearts allow
the mysteries in their soul
and fill with glee the seeking hearts
that through the moonlight stroll

picture: http://bemyparadise.deviantart.com/art/Night-148365422

the echoes of the wind

2009-12-26T10:07:00.006+02:00

my heart is drenched in tears and sorrow
it’s so dark, so dark this morrow
limbs worn out and run aground
my voice now hoarse, a strangled sound
and i approach the misty waves
over rocks, past haunted caves
as i hear echoes in the wind
chanting tales of that i’ve sinned

i now surrender all to you
i bow my head, i bid adieu
as i draw near the dark abyss
i blow to you a final kiss
when from the distance comes the call
calling me, a creature small
and so i sink in waters deep
my soul to rest, eternal sleep

picture: http://lady-symphonia.deviantart.com/art/Restless-114841299

of fairy dust and fireflies

2009-12-21T08:25:00.006+02:00

i long for the first rays of silvery light
their touch the bearer of calm
that stills the storm winds with silent caress
and cools the earth with its balm

of fairy dust, fireflies, whispering breeze
refreshes the soul, rousing hope
with tender appeal the impulses stir
cool fingers that let you elope

into the blue of the midnight sun
with mischievous winking eyes
spurring you on down the long road that leads
to the oceanside where we rise

to meet the desires born in our hearts
our cherished enchanted dream
and frolic in gurgling waves that roll
forever, or so it may seem…

picture: http://xavierjamonet.deviantart.com/art/Mystic-night-134365606

a winters song

2009-12-16T11:55:00.007+02:00

caught up in this wintry state
splayed across an icy slate
snowflakes whisper rhythmic tune
numb the skin, the heart immune
black unfeeling eyes that stare
a soul that’s hollow and threadbare
swallowed by a dark vacuum
resting in this frozen tomb

picture: http://vexingart.deviantart.com/art/Winters-Song-146907737

follow the stars

2009-12-14T20:07:00.002+02:00

live your dreams
and dream unrestrained,
let pleasure flow through your soul;
follow the stars
wherever they lead,
‘til love your heart captures, whole.

picture: http://luana.deviantart.com/art/To-Reach-The-Sky-WP-11443168

reclaim the dreams

2009-12-13T12:24:00.005+02:00

divided souls in gullies deep
bound by mem’ries as they leap
through the rubble wrought by pride
stubborn minds at war collide
and thunder strikes while lightning tears
breaking through barbwire snares
a seemingly unending storm
purges deep until reform
dries the tears, awakens need
to reclaim the dreams buried
past the haunting yesterdays
taking hands, their eyes they raise

picture: http://correiae.deviantart.com/art/After-the-storm-1-73980929

a cloak unfolds

2009-12-09T17:10:00.003+02:00

a shift in the clouds and a cloak unfolds
rich velvet black the established remoulds
pinpricks of light the darkness through peers
forming a beam that enraptures and steers
towards timeless travel in worlds yet unseen
frees the mundane and reveals the pristine
self that’s within, that you’ve hidden away
caught up in ties of old guilt and dismay
now bask in the presence of grace and accept
freedom from sins that away have been swept

picture: http://grevys.deviantart.com/art/radiating-glow-146094251

pursue the dream

2009-12-08T16:17:00.009+02:00

my soul sings a song
that flows on the breeze
in waves that reach the stars;
for peace is bestowed
on those who pursue
a dream to erase the scars.

picture: http://neslihans.deviantart.com/art/good-bye-146035688

55 - the aura of love

2009-12-04T12:08:00.003+02:00

with these eyes i plainly see
words you choose to hide from me
as i feel waves roll from your heart
when emotions through you dart
and my cheeks feel wet with tears
when you’re faced with dark frontiers
so rest yourself in my aura of love
and soak in the soothing light from above

picture: http://logtr.deviantart.com/art/Surrender-102804443

every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man

elusive silence

2009-12-03T15:14:00.007+02:00

it is clear as melting snow from untouched glaciers up north, it’s my daily sustenance, helps me take each day, go forth. it’s a diet that i read, that i take in every day, i can feel the power it brings, gently guides and leads the way.

yet this dawn has brought confusion, as the desert winds that chafe, wear away without me seeing, leave a weathered wretched waif. who can not force to submission, this irrational mindset, this absurd rebelliousness, suited to a child upset.

and i creep into a corner, thick with dust and shrivelled flies, with a large sign that says ‘go!’, while the meaning sure belies, a responsible intention to depart from this here place, take the truths that i have learnt, try to slow this hectic pace.

it’s the noise inside my head, it’s too loud for me to hear, words of sense you to me utter, they distort and at me leer. i need solitude to find, silence that’s eluding me, let the stead’ly ticking clock, take me to still scenery.

picture: http://ariellis.deviantart.com/art/Silence-9921025

see inside...

2009-11-29T12:11:00.007+02:00

impulse dictates
you search for dreams
at the end of the highway far,
when all you need
is to look inside
the chambers of your heart.

picture: http://hengki24.deviantart.com/art/tree-56-145123340

55 - time to say goodbye

2009-11-27T09:40:00.010+02:00

this is the end,
our last goodbye.
two lovers stand
at the great divide.
bonds that have withered
through careless neglect,
sorrow is deep,
two souls shipwrecked.
dreams didn’t last,
too late to retrieve;
distances vast,
too late for reprieve.
you’ll still fill my dreams
on lonely dark nights,
'til gracious moonbeams
our future rewrites.

picture: http://sab687.deviantart.com/art/Sorrow-41328698

every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man

trust in me

2009-11-24T14:55:00.002+02:00

it was by the muted candlelight
that i looked at you with new eyes,
the hair’s casual fall into your face,
shielding you from the pressures of life.
your lips so soft, gently curled in a smile
to an echo you solely could hear,
your skin with the etches of time displayed,
though to me this is but a veneer.

i’m engulfed by an urge to open this book
of thoughts that you keep deep inside,
to hear those whispers only you can hear,
to be filled by the dreams that your hide.
to see the sketches you keep concealed
as you say when they happen, i’ll know,
but i’d much prefer to support the idea
than be offered the finished rainbow.

i’d like to be there when the timeline extends,
maybe offer my love and my thoughts.
achievement is something that you measure by
yet the forming’s what gets me caught.
the range of your vision, the style of design
is what makes you who lies beside me,
give me a piece, just a crumb at a time,
please believe, when i say, trust in me…

picture: http://latinmuffin.deviantart.com/art/Trust-25807475

a lost memory

2009-11-23T09:32:00.002+02:00

she’s a girl, she was nine, on a lone silent street, where the sea and the desert sands mingle and meet. up ahead the waves break to a foaming white hiss, while welwitschia’s stretch and the desert sands kiss.

and she watches the fog sinking down in a veil, while the strange scent of sea salt her senses assail. she is cloaked in a shroud of cold dampened sound, amongst buildings deserted, all the doorways closed down.

isolated, alone, she is standing dead still, small and unnoticed under seagulls cries shrill. the memories swoop down as i knew her back then, a stranger ‘mongst friends, out of sight and unseen.

picture: http://mrcool256.deviantart.com/art/Ghost-Town-II-64630099

when angels cry

2009-11-22T10:48:00.007+02:00

sculpted into
archetypal mold,
curtailed, ere we even start;
filling our souls
with angel’s tears
as we bear captivity's mark.

picture: http://ladymorgana.deviantart.com/art/Angels-Cry-678711

55 - this is goodbye

2009-11-20T08:53:00.007+02:00

the party has come to spectacular end
every last word irrevocably penned
the final chord wrung from the broken guitar
shattered the dreams in a threadbare boudoir

and the crumbs that remain a painful eyesore
of glittering times before the outpour
as emptiness fills the once loving space
time from the memories yourself to unlace

picture: http://fibulamim.deviantart.com/art/goodbye-63855036

i originally titled this 'memories unlaced' but i think it misleads from its intended meaning... thus i've renamed it...

every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man

lost to the sea

2009-11-16T12:35:00.007+02:00

we leave but a fleeting
sense of our touch,
as we pass through this world on a breeze;
as ocean waves stroke
the distant seashore,
our footprint is lost to the seas.

picture: http://milesgore.deviantart.com/art/Discontent-84487845

55 - life on a prayer

2009-11-13T09:11:00.010+02:00

picture yourself adrift on that cloud
of cottonwool high in the sky,
under warm breezes of angels wings
as round you they flitter and fly.
chants being sung by heaven’s choir,
their notes hang like mist in the air,
a solitary soul in the lap of the gods,
the beauty of life on a prayer.

picture: http://lonelypierot.deviantart.com/art/between-heaven-and-earth-71758073

every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man

melodious dreams

2009-11-11T07:35:00.010+02:00

the gentle waves lapping, as dusk settles in,
murmur sweet comforting words,
caressing the tension from day-weary limbs
while steering the soul homewards;
and the wafting wind of scented twilight,
quietly clears the mind,
as moonlight reveals melodious dreams
that tenderly thoughts unwind.

picture: http://fifek2000.deviantart.com/art/Sunset-99132515

55 - waves

2009-11-06T06:13:00.003+02:00

just moments before
the full moon bursts forth
from behind storm clouds in the night,
the dark is the deepest
pit of despair,
that crushes you with its might.
then silver waves bathe you
in rays so intense
your spirit with heaven unites,
giving you strength
to from this deluge,
to rise and to alight.

picture: http://agzamoth.deviantart.com/art/Moonlight-38411838

every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man

cry in the dark

2009-11-02T10:21:00.006+02:00

i’m closing the door,
i’m walking away,
i’m leaving the past,
i’m out of the fray,
with battle wounds red,
my head held high,
i no longer stand
in the dark and cry,
while you tried to break me,
tried piercing my shell,
you damn well near managed
to place me in hell,
but now is my time
on a flight to embark,
i’m leaving this room
without windows, that’s dark.
too long now the bygones
have left me besmeared,
my story’s now written,
long pages, dog-eared,
with mem’ries that hurt,
i’ve placed them in words,
released me they have,
i now walk with songbirds.

picture: http://faerienymph.deviantart.com/art/The-Light-38496321

i've written this poem for Janice over at My Diary, http://janmrp.blogspot.com/. please go and say 'hallo' to her...

in the divide

2009-10-25T10:06:00.006+02:00

on the edge of a cusp between dark and light,
prevailing allure, this singular might,
breathe in the silence of oceans refrain,
whispering words, a hypnotic quatrain.

as the sun and the moon ride the earth astride,
perfectly balanced in the divide,
the centre that’s constant and defrays
plunging darkness and scorching rays.

picture: http://gva.deviantart.com/art/Ocean-Whispers-71486271

a tattered soul

2009-10-19T09:26:00.008+02:00

sinking, sinking, into a sludge
thick and murky, cruel to the touch
a struggle that’s left these limbs limp and weak
from the prevailing winds oblique
knocking and gnawing away at the walls
breaking into protected halls
filling the air with noxious gas
as i plunge into deep crevasse
where a darkened silence pervades
vision gets blurry then steadily fades
into a permanent state so jaded
a tattered soul exposed and naked

picture: http://ragnarokfo.deviantart.com/art/The-Dive-84697595

55 - hunting of desires

2009-10-16T16:13:00.002+02:00

wild is the moody sky as temperamental winds fly into the great unknown looking for old sins. in the eyes a glint that says “do not mess with me. i am out to catch the tail of pleasures desperately” ...a hunger you can fill alone through the fearless hunting of desires to which you’re prone.

picture: http://propaganda-panda.deviantart.com/art/kreuzberg-137288915

every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man

serenade of sorrow

2009-10-14T12:05:00.006+02:00

i bow my head to the final note
as it drifts into darkening dusk,
while lingering in the air the scent
of your lips, sweet rose damask.
and the lines you traced on my body bare
when we danced on that moonlit hill,
tremble as the wistful breeze
envelops my presence still…

awash is the essence of defeat
in the passing of our time,
that sings a farewell to your absent soul
in the distance the bells start to chime.

picture by khimaereus http://khimaereus.deviantart.com/art/Serenade-Of-Sorrow-94963535

the rolling waves of sorrow

2009-10-11T13:32:00.002+02:00

each raindrop from heaven
that falls reflects
the tears i feel in my heart
on bended knees
i beg a reprieve
from the onslaught they impart

and the winds that rage
and howl through the trees
bring sorrow in rolling waves
while sharpened edges
of the sword
the grief in my soul engraves

picture: http://inflexible.deviantart.com/art/Mourning-Air-31888919

just an escape...

2009-10-07T10:11:00.007+02:00

you’ll find her in a rambling old house, not too big, not too small, built of sandstone in nineteen hundred and four. it’s a house with scented floors that gently creak their welcome and keep you company as you pass through the rooms. here the walls are thick and solid to the touch, in shades of red wine and the green of the trees through the windows, these are wall that protect and that guard the secrets of the whispered words shared in their space. and as you wander through this warm, gentle home, your eyes will catch glints of crystal and silver amongst candles on scattered silk sheets of gold.

when the sun bows its head and the rays of the moon douse the earth, the scent of sweet jasmine tags along the night breeze through windows with gently billowing curtains. some nights all you’ll hear is the crackling of a fire to the turning of the pages of a book. she’ll be curled up in a huge wingback chair alongside the fireplace, whilst the soft snores of puppy dreams float in the air. and on other nights you will hear the strings of guitars telling of nights in paris or a love that’s been lost. these will mingle with cheerful chatter and the tingling of ice in glasses, almost the same pitch as the laughter that rings through the night. you may also be enticed by the scent of a meal, a simple feast, that inflames the senses to savour, to take your time and enjoy. and when the last stings of the guitar fade silently into the night, she will walk through the house and with a tender touch, arrange and close and blow out and store, as she puts her house to sleep…

in the morning she’ll rise to the rays from the east, freeing the pups into a forest of fragrant pines, into air so fresh, so pure and untouched, almost tangible as she deeply breathes it in. she will stretch her limbs awake through grassy and ferny trails to the songs of birds in treetops high. she may spot a deer at the gently bubbling brook that snakes its way though the gentle curves of the mountainside, or she may be the only one there.

her days have an unrushed list of to-do’s, she will follow the nudges of need. she’ll hum as the broom clears the dust off floorboards and she’ll talk to her furry friends while she drinks a cup of tea. she’ll feel the breath of fresh air through the open window at the sink, while the suds wash away the dirt. and in welcoming sunshine dappled through the trees, she’ll shape the garden that naturally grows, the blooms the ones nature placed in her care.

a scattering of faces may arrive unannounced, and be welcomed with barks and swishing tails, to depart further into their day after coffee or iced tea, sharing a thought, an opinion or two. she may call her pups and head down the road, not far, to the settlement down below. there she will fill her basket with fresh fruit, with cheeses, a bread or two. she will greet the shopkeepers by name, exchange a smile and a few words, pretending not to see the treats that are sneaked to the grinning faces with chocolate brown eyes.

it’s a place of few demands, filled with simplistic honesty and a solitude she desperately craves. here the need to speak disappears, and where thoughts and feelings reign. it's a place to build, re-charge and create, a temporary refuge, as it fuels the drive for words she writes late into the night. it’s a part of the world, not her own, yet it feels like home. the words that are spoken convey their meaning, though they may not sound familiar. it may not exist by the name that she calls it, but it surely is alive somewhere…

picture: http://theymakestars.deviantart.com/art/nature-44364242

adrift in cold seas

2009-10-06T10:36:00.002+02:00

how can random acts of kindness
bring me down onto my knees
bring forth flowing tears of sadness
‘tis not something i should feel
do i not deserve some shelter
helping hands or a kind word
why the thinking i’m not worthy
of these gentle words i heard…

maybe it’s the shroud of grey
the chill wind that tugs my hair
or the knowing in my heart
that we now no longer share
the sunrise that’s in the east
since we face opposing sides
have we passed the line that says
turn back now lest you divide

in these silent times i wonder
if you see the same reflection
that the rings in this here water
roll in conflicting direction
what’s the string that at this time
keeps us tethered here and bound
in the waves that keep it taut
‘stead of turning us around?

how i long for us together
in the same frame of the mind
with an openness between us
with our thoughts and limbs entwined
can we once again be free
of the darkness hanging over
are we meant to find the shores
and each other love and savour...

picture: http://wildfire2003.deviantart.com/art/Abandoned-111353698

55 - dance

2009-10-02T11:38:00.006+02:00

dance the song of sorrow
when your spirit weeps,
feel the lilt of sadness
as through you it seeps.
dance until you feel
the air beneath your feet,
‘til the walls withdraw
and the tears retreat.
escape into the senses
of an enchanting trance,
forget the tears of sorrow,
just dance and dance and dance…

picture: http://tommy-noker.deviantart.com/art/let-s-dance-32944615

every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man!

the house with dusty floorboards

2009-09-26T11:30:00.008+02:00

In a house now deserted and devoid of life
there’s a man who can still hear
the silence around that cuts like a knife
into scars that left a tear.
And the ghost of a child stares back at him,
the child who lived here once.
with haunted eyes and a shameful grin,
now locked in eternal silence.
Yet as the spirit of that child
stared into his eyes,
he felt the soul, the emotions wild,
bow down to the spreading sunrise.
‘Til all that was left staring back at him
was the image of a grown man,
as the hunted past so dark and grim
left the seed of healing and ran.
Lifting a veil of questions and fears,
freeing the essence within,
giving him back the lost time of years,
without pain he could see where he’s been.
And he left the house with dusty floorboards,
heard the echoes fading away.
He was free at last to walk towards
a sunrise without debt to repay.

picture: http://enigmasi.deviantart.com/art/The-Desolate-Man-107476369

tales of sorrow

2009-09-23T10:00:00.009+02:00

can you hear the tales of sorrow
sung by the howling wind
hurtling through the trees toward
cliffs where they rescind
into the deafening silence locked
in a broken heart
can you feel the mournful wind
from this world depart

picture: http://abshire.deviantart.com/art/Memories-112123982

the song in his heart

2009-09-20T10:47:00.007+02:00

The accessories of his life,
chosen with care
and displayed with precision,
by him, the creator.
Chosen words uttered with confidence,
seemingly careless, they’re tossed to ears
willing to listen, willing to hear,
of that which he’s built,
what he’s achieved.
And he breathes in the envy,
the applause in their eyes,
which keeps him going
day after day, to do it again,
maintain the pretense
of this empty stature,
that’s taken up so many yesterdays.

Yet in moments unguarded,
shadows dart across those eyes,
unwelcome and unwanted.
The loss of a freedom
he’s taken to ignore,
that he’s managed to still,
but not forgotten.
The dreams of a child,
of a growing man,
when desires still fed his soul.

For now he’s torn
between the prestige
and the will of his own recklessness,
which only comes to him
when his head is at rest on his pillow
and his mind is free to lead him down roads,
where the doors are ajar and not closed
by his own restraint,
responsibilities weightless behind his shut eyes.

For as he stands, momentarily alone,
while the notes of the blues guitar
sings the song of his heart,
that takes him back to a simpler life,
to the start of his road
with his dream of fast cars,
the only luggage,
his beat-up guitar.

picture: http://gedes.deviantart.com/art/fast-cars-slow-guitars-89095357

child of the night

2009-09-15T15:00:00.004+02:00

a child of the night, born to sorrow
ever longing for tomorrow
not ordained since shadows embrace
this golden orb's majestic grace
who sheds the tears of broken dreams
in the night on its moonbeams
to form a pearl as angels fly
down to you to keep you shy
of this lake of captured tears
so to you the joy adheres

picture: http://lygy.deviantart.com/art/pearls-31326932

55 - on the wings of fireflies

2009-09-11T10:37:00.002+02:00

the moon through the curtains last night beckoned me
and urged me to go to the edge of the sea
to find my lost dreams on the sands where waves break
whisp’ring their secrets, removing heartbreak
and i feel my soul lift and float through the skies
towards those dunes on the wings of fireflies

picture: http://bleed-the-sky.deviantart.com/art/Revolving-Rock-135608746

every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man!

velvet mist

2009-09-10T09:47:00.006+02:00

though her heart is gently weeping
her eyes do not shed a tear
for the love they shared in living
echoes whispers she can hear
softly soothing as a touch
of his fingers on her skin
while the velvet mist enshrouds
keeping their love locked within
dreams she dreams with open eyes
where their souls can reunite
in a land beyond forever
under sparkling starry night

picture: http://lady-symphonia.deviantart.com/art/Illusions-136350895

is your life a dream?

2009-09-08T10:42:00.004+02:00

Do you sometimes feel
that your life is just a dream?
A very real daydream,
like the one you used to have
as a kid lying under a tree
in the backyard of your parents house?

When you dreamt about your life,
married to a handsome stranger,
sharing naked kisses in the darkness
under the rays of the full moon.
In a house that is your own,
where there is no need to heed
the clock that’s silent on the wall.

And in this dream you go to work,
confident, exuding trust,
and with self-assurance move
around your scope of influence,
while your quiet energy transfers
to the people that you touch.

And you wander in a store
without timetable or goal,
and the basket starts to fill
with just wants, so whimsical.
And you stand at the cashier,
on your lips there plays a smile,
as your mind’s already home,
a soft nuzzling at your neck
prompted by delightful scent.

Then it’s time to go to school
to collect your ‘little one’,
and you see the young eyes watching,
a touch of envy in their eyes,
as they see the grown-up, free,
in the red car without roof.
And their eyes become unfocused,
as you fade from what they see,
and it’s you who now becomes
a little part of their daydream

Every day could be like this
without boredom, without dread,
if you look at it through eyes
of your dreams realized instead.

picture: http://red-hat.deviantart.com/art/Fresh-Flower-51875006

55 - whispers in the wind

2009-09-04T11:45:00.006+02:00

hear the whispers in the wind
hear the promises they bring
sighed by flick’ring candlelight
carried through star-studded night
to your guardian angel’s ear
he who knows the way is clear
to bestow on you the wishes
sung by souls in rhythmic verses
on the canvas of your dreams
hear them now around you stream…

picture: http://yosh14ki.deviantart.com/art/angels-126840840

every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man!

the wishes of the gods

2009-09-02T15:22:00.005+02:00

In the dark hours of the night
you will find a silver ray,
reaching out to hold you tight
as it’s trying to convey,
through the whispers of the waves
and the breeze between the trees,
words that echo from the graves
with the wisdoms that you frees.

Lie back gently in the arms
of the gods, in mosses green,
as they shield from that which harms,
lead you to the paths pristine,
in a cloud of misty wishes
which absorbs into your skin,
as they take the heavy crosses,
with the dawn comes the begin.

picture: http://ashensorrow.deviantart.com/art/Premade-Background-99-135609242

on air windblown

2009-09-01T11:56:00.005+02:00

through shimmering clouds
she hears a whisper
a murmur calling her name
that reaches down
with soft white rays
brushes her skin and lays claim
to the chambers
of her heart
his essence rises through
the misty tendrils
caressing her soul
affirming his love as dew
touches her cheeks
with his tears
from a world that’s not her own
devotion endures
eternally
their love on air windblown

picture: http://maskade.deviantart.com/art/Whispers-106997708

anarchy

2009-08-18T11:13:00.010+02:00

Around me the world collapses in chaos
to the deafening shouts of an incensed crowd.
Windows shatter from heat and from stones,
and hands are raised in angry fists and sticks that beat the air.
The streets fill with rubble and sandstone turns black
as hungry flames greedily lick up the walls.
The faces around me contorted with rage,
angry mouths shouting unintelligible words,
and I run with the noise for a place unknown
through a blur of people emitting pure hatred.
I finally find shelter in an abandoned building,
away from the acrid smoke of blazing fires
that burns my eyes and nose, so thick it blinds out the sun,
creating an illusion of the onset of dusk in a burning, angry red.
And I hear the screams of pain from the wounded
‘til my mind shuts it out and my world becomes a muted movie.
I huddle, I wait, in shock, disbelief,
of this madness I’ve witnessed this day.
Before my eyes, the known’s been destroyed,
into anarchy all has descended…

‘til I find a strength that’s not my own
and slowly rise to my feet.
I step through a hole that once was a wall
and I stare at the devastation the moving masses left behind.
A silence descends more eerie than screams
over a wasteland of complete destruction.
My eyes dart around, which way do i go,
in this dusk that’s unsettled,
in a smoke thick as mist?
I head through the ruins,
through wreckage and rubble,
towards the coming darkness
of the night,
the only way to escape…

picture: http://hunterkiller.deviantart.com/art/War-100719565

whispers

2009-08-15T11:51:00.002+02:00

can you hear me
hear what i say
what i’m whispering in your ear
can you feel
the offering
my heart as soft as cashmere
there for you
an open door
to my lap of fantasies
let’s join in ways
as lovers do
fulfill our destinies

can you see me
that what i see
the visions of dreams inside
waiting for you
to enter in
and lie with me at hearthside
written by gods
of age-old days
a whispering touch in print
to loose ourselves
in sensual worlds
for you to leave your footprint

picture: http://shit-angel.deviantart.com/art/Whispering-Fantasies-20916703

a beyond never-ending

2009-08-08T19:41:00.010+02:00

take my hand, fly with me

jump into the abyss

and soar on the currents of the wind

over rooftops

down to the trees

touching the water's crests

leaving a trail of blazing light

and lungs breathless

before rising high

high into blue skies

towards the sun

towards the stars

towards the welcome blackness

of a beyond

never-ending

picture: http://the-disposessed.deviantart.com/art/Collab-The-Abiding-Darkness-15293446

55 - a frozen soul

2009-08-07T06:23:00.003+02:00

every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man!

cold are the eyes once fiery with passion
frozen the soul as the tundra russian
black is the hair, reflecting the hope
that died when they strangled her with a rope
taking her freedom, visions, her zest
a life once worth living, now possessed
wholly by anger, by fear and pain
innocence taken, effectively slain

picture: http://countvonsandy.deviantart.com/art/One-Dark-Dream-109276441