Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Moods







The clouds lie low and heavy,
pushing down on the valley,
pushing out its life and colour,
reducing lush greens to sullen greys,
stealing sight, muting sound, enveloping,
embracing, thickly cladding your being
with the weight of your lies and deceit,
forcing out the truth with your last dying breaths.


Wednesday, February 6, 2019

The End






  
But you see, there is no end, there is no starting over, what has been, has been,
placed into your memories, vivid images alive with feeling and colour,
hidden under a muddle of distractions, rhythms and routines,
but 3am is the time they rise onto the surface and either lovingly stroke your weary eyelids
or pillage through the darkness with the subtlety of a tank in midday traffic,
stealing every grain of sand left by the sandman, to their mirthful laughter you are left
to relive their offering, tirelessly, in the darkened auditorium of the world.





Sunday, February 3, 2019

Take Back the Night







If you come with me tonight
I will take you to some might say hell,
I will take from every sense
‘til there’s nothing left in you to quell,
I’ll drive you even further
than the boundary you thought you had,
take and give, no, don’t hold back,
come with me, in this night, in this spell.

All alone when you wake up,
when you feel, when it’s too dark to see,
you’ll face regret and wonder
were you partner or an abductee
yet in your mind’s eye they play
the visions of what we unfolded
a need ingrained forever,
we'll meet again some day I foresee.




Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Surrender








I relinquish myself to you,
I have tried and failed
to counter you, sway you, control you, conquer you,
and although the thread of rebellion
lies tied heavy around my throat,
when instinct and reason wage a war
it’s the bearer who suffers defeat.




Friday, January 18, 2019

Disillusion







 It reaches hard and deep, a searing hot flame without an end, burning every fibre that is me,
striking again and again, a fierce determination hell-bent on a fiery destruction of all-consuming proportions not even the coldest, darkest oceans could quell, this longing to escape from this plane.

I am tired, tired of life, of the falsehoods, untruths, dishonour, despair, loss, dishonesty, cruelty, degradation, subjugation, futility, hopelessness, dire need, callous betrayal, faithlessness. I no longer wish to recite my lines, follow the directions given, read the script as if it were my choosing. I no longer wish to see the steady decline from beauty into disrepair, from flourishing to withering away, from growth and happiness to stagnation and addiction.

I feel the shifting of sanity, subtle bypassed to unashamedly evident, that the world is a stage and we are the players, slaves who pretend nothing is wrong, who anaesthetise our senses and our sight to the dissolution of society, of ourselves, of everything that’s right, there’s no respect in a dying man begging for his daily piece of poison.





Sunday, January 13, 2019

What is the purpose behind this thing called Life








From where hails this hopelessness,
this purposelessness that’s surrounds me,
the futility fettered to every action, plan and deed?

There has to be something more than merely passing through each beautiful day,
embracing every luxury and beauty available in this sanctuary we have created,
enjoying the privileges and abundance with which we’ve been graced,
in accordance to a belief sculpted by time.

A belief favouring the instinctive, the things which move something inside, the goodness that is to be found in each moment, and many such moments freely and spontaneously present themselves in your every wakened hours,

and I heed these things, I note all the gifts before me, I stop, look deeply, breathe in the variety of scents in the air, feel the tickle of the wind in my hair, the heat of the sun on my skin, the soulful eyes of the creatures in my care, the love of a fellow human being,

yet I cannot shake the gloom disturbing my rhythm, causing me to stumble over level ground,
wielding old dissatisfactions which my belief no longer supports, ties my tongue when words should flow easily, plays tricks with the shadows presenting threats that don’t exist, facts quite clearly fake, and images aimed at incinerate my sanity…

from whence does this darkness stem,
what’s the purpose behind this eternal night,
could someone tell me please the reason behind this all……