Water calling Water

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The grey waves rolling, bubbling, drawing me in, hypnotising my senses,

the wind a thousand fingers stroking my skin, hands trailing over every curve, every rise,

the sand swirling around my feet a dizzying dance of elation,

washing away every burden and every sin,

gifting me with the momentary innocence of a child,

the oceans roars through me, water calling water……

The world in your mind

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When the hell in your head is too much to bear,

there is the world in your mind into which you can escape,

here you can create a space of your own, where you are in control,

where you are accepted, where you can find your breath.

In this world you can colour things your shade of darkness,

fill the shadows with monsters of your own design

and write the route to their demise,

you can choose to fill this world with people of your choice,

give them scripts from your fingers flying across the keyboard,

you can shut out the unbearable pain that has no origin and no name,

and the passage of time brings no desperation and hopelessness,

you can live your way, on your terms, and dissatisfaction is simply edited out,

in this world you can find the peace you’re not destined to find in your waking life,

but be careful, you may be tempted to get lost in there…

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.

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

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...

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……

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……

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.