Friday, December 8, 2017

55 03:00 8.12




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03:00 8.12
When I’m alone your face floats before my eyes,
there’s an ache on my skin where your touch has been,
why did you go, why did you leave such a sadness,
it’s only you, since I met you it’s only you who holds my heart,
who owns my soul, be with me now.
















This is 55 word piece offering, in remembering an old friend, Galen Hayes, now hosted by Joy at Verse Escape so if you want to participate, head on over there.



Sunday, November 26, 2017

Foggy images of the mind




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clouds flooding in from the southern divide,
a curtain of longing, of losses in time,
shreds of images stirring through grey waters
driven by a steady wind, shivers run across your skin,
and slowly the rain starts to fall, soft as a veil
drenching your soul with sorrow
as memories dance through you once more









Monday, November 20, 2017

A day as today




picture my own



I wish for everyone a day as today, as was yesterday, as I hope for tomorrow,
a day where time loses its importance and you’re in tune with the rhythm of your soul,
this is freedom, ultimate peace, a schedule greatly your own,
in a clear space, secluded, by villagers presumed to be a transient stranger,
I’m an unknown, invisible, I’m at ease.  Here every day gifts me
with visions stealing my breath, awakens memories and feelings
bringing me to a halt, and I just drink it all in, breathe it in, smile,
be it days of pastel sunrises and golden sunsets,
or days shrouded in a cocoon of silver-grey clouds
in a mist as light as a kiss, each feeding, cleansing, clearing, rebuilding,
to the constantly changing, ever-present motion cast by the waves.
If not here, I will never find my direction, my path, realise my strengths,
reach the frequency written for me on the day I was born,
a recipe from my forefathers, to live as me, to truly be free,
in trust, in truth, in love,

blessings...




Thursday, November 2, 2017

Life's a rollercoaster




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It is all in my hands
I hold the reigns
To direct the way, to make things happen, to choose the direction,
I have the ability
To lead my own life
To enjoy what I do, to follow my heart, to create my dreams,
I have the authority
To say No, to say Yes, to opt out, to ask questions, to respectfully refuse
I have the right
To deny my love, to change my friends, my home, my surroundings, my life


What happened to make me believe I am not worthy of your time, made me feel I have no gift, no talent, for music, drawing, writing... why do I feel I do not matter, am not significant enough, don’t know enough, am somehow lacking.  What happened for me to presume I am too inconsequential to be missed, have made no contributions, haven’t helped somebody, somewhere, at some time, why do I feel love is conditional, why don’t I own my part in making things happen, why do I feel nothing I’ve created is my own, why can’t I find a place where I belong, how can thoughts be so crippling sometimes……




Tuesday, October 31, 2017

This is the end, my friend




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When I look all I see is darkened skies as far as the eyes can see,
swirling clouds forming battlements to lightning whips command,
while the winds carry warnings and promises of doom,
spreading distrust and suspicion under scrutiny of their gaze,
now it’s nation against nation, brothers against sister, man against humanity,
there’s no avoiding this final confrontation, pride and hate locked and loaded,
restlessly waiting for the crack of the first shot,
it’s the call to an end where no-one is left standing,
maybe then peace can reign over these blood-soaked tired lands……





Sunday, October 22, 2017

Idiocracy?




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Today I mourn,
I mourn for the hopeless, the helpless, the lost,
I cry for the wailing souls I hear in the midnightly hours
I cry for the emerging grown-ups who have not lived one day,
trapped as they were by the cyber world, brainwashed to indulgences,
shirking responsibility of the self, to whom the ridiculous is everyday,
whose every whim, knock and dent entitles claims of victimisation,
who are unable to form an original thought, their imagination seized,
of stunted intelligence in the field of life although masters of the artificial,
the linked, the tweeted, anything not involving contact with real people,
real values, real actions and reactions, real integrity, true in word and deed,
true to a meaningful belief, true to themselves and their being,
they are no longer able to tell the difference between history and fairy tales, no!
I mourn the souls of these poor damaged creatures emerging to rule our world,
they don’t stand a chance, you cannot win a fight you are unaware of participating in,
their baseline has been removed and reshaped into a twisted self-serving society
with a lack of common sense and no clue as to what is right and what is wrong,
spineless beings living by euphemisms and acronyms,
who believe this managed chaos is for the betterment of humanity,
who believe war brings peace and obedience implies freedom,
today I cry for you.




Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Feel it, just feel it




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Feel it, just feel it, the instant unwanted feelings of whatever nature touch you, before resistance grips hold of you and pauses everything, feel it, just feel it.  Feel the power of something stronger than you thunder through you, across your vision, over your skin, feel how it reaches out to direct your words, reactions, thoughts, feel it cornering you, holding you helpless against a cold, bare wall, assaulting everything, blocking the light, hope, faith, dragging you into a vortex of isolation, desolation built from yesterdays and tomorrow… look it in the eyes, allow it roam freely and feel, feel how frustration and rage lashes at your sanity and reason, feel the struggle for air from the dying darkness, let it run its course, it will retreat, exhausted and weak, and then feel the surge of your self return, with each breath regaining control, feel the adrenalin racing through your veins, feel it, it may be terrifying, yet it's quite exhilarating too.




Friday, October 13, 2017

Today





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Today I feel the need to fly to the dark side,
follow the hedonistic chants rolling through me,
without forethought indulge the impulses striking,
run free through worlds that may not even exist,
I want to exhaust these desires, burning blisteringly hot,
delve into the deepest darkness where chaos is my nectar,
madness my sanity, where normality means death,
I can handle the pain, the darkness holds no fear,
I am strong enough to face the repercussions,
for you see, sometimes I need to feel the dark.