of Faeries and Goblins

All the time

the faeries are dancing,

in the wind

with joy everlasting,

through the trees

their wishes, enchanting

the ones who can hear their voice.

All the time

the goblins are scheming,

in the dark

their shadow is reaching,

guard your heart

ere bewitched you’re dreaming

a dream that is not your choice.

All the time

your heartbeat is sounding,

to their beat

the life you are making,

do not doubt,

the angels are watching,

tonight you may rejoice.

Where have the dreams gone?

  

How I long for the days gone by,

to how we were, to the way things were,

summer days when we had little responsibility

and lived for satisfaction,

innocent faith in the world around us,

idealistic visions of who we were and going to be,

dreams, lots of dreams that drove us through days,

many days until the dreams stopped coming every night,

and tired days followed, then the dreaming stopped altogether,

making for long, drawn-out, dreary hours of daylight to get through,

just to escape into an empty void of nothingness, we sleep.

How did I become so disillusioned, so empty, so devoid of feeling,

is it even possible to reclaim solid ground in this quicksand without mercy,

sucking me in, sucking me dry, sucking me down, down, down……

                   

I am the darkness

It is cold and unpleasant, another day without sunshine,

my mind a hamster wheel spinning out of control,

I can no longer fool myself into believing everything will be alright

when I can see pieces flying off into shadowed tomorrows,

building a cloud, a dark storm cloud I have no way of avoiding,

with no protection, no defences, no strength left to fight,

I have exhausted every mind trick, every belief, every healer known to me,

yet the circle keeps coming around and points its dirty finger in my face,

‘You are mine, I have claimed you, I will not relinquish my control,
no matter what route you choose, you won’t find relief,
I’m inherent in your being, I’m the space surrounding spaces,
what makes you think you have what it takes to remove me
when I am the darkness and I am you.’

Into the unknown

Where do you go when your back is against the wall,

when there’s nowhere left to go,

when there is no way out,

when the rough hard concrete bites icy cold

and the world is tinged red with your blood?

There is nothing left, I’m so cold I can no longer feel,

I cannot think, I cannot breathe, I cannot swallow,

the murky mess in my mind now barely a whisper,

I am fading away into a mist of emptiness,

deep into the silent unknown.

Let's get hypnotised

  

Let’s get hypnotised and fly over mountains and through the skies,

light as a breeze, warm as the rays of the sun,

drift with the spirits and angels,

talk to the devil, pull him by the tail and dismiss his lies with a laugh,

keep on flying until we can fly no more,

rest on a cloud and fall

                                           fall

                                                           fall

                                                                           in love…..

now I will play

The warm wind is blowing on the eve of the storm,

building and growing, swelling and rising in the distance, nearing,

but I do not care for the promised tempest,

I do not care for safeguards and security,

I must run through the still calm waves,

splashing, laughing gleefully, exuberant,

feel the fingers of the warm breeze

run along my legs and arms, through my hair,

have the sun touch my wanting skin,

feast my eyes on the golden sands stretched out before me,

I plunge headlong into dizzying pleasure.

……not even the storm is promised to me

and it will come whether I hide or not,

so for now, for now I will play….

My Shadow

It’s been so long, I have trouble seeing the intent that drove me,

cannot quite distinguish between impulsion and authenticity anymore,

has routine marred the shine and allure that once burned so brightly,

has it blinded me to the attractions and fairgrounds I passed along the way,

detracted me from obscured pathways accessible to me

and closed the door to like-minded beings?

Has this habit been ingrained by a living need towards a mutual purpose,

or is it driven by the shadows that ravage my soul night after night,

deepening its possession, deepening its domination,

accelerating the disintegration of a self-destructive being…

The Shadow World

The shadows that dwell deep

in the hidden crevices of the psyche,

deliver purviews of a portent

guaranteed to shake the very foundation of your self,

shattering pretence and reality

to reconstruct a semblance of sanity,

for you to build on anew,

once the smoke of destruction has cleared.