fear,
empowering,
knowing,
intense ..... alive,
a murky conciousness,
struggling, screaming, demanding
to be heard.
I am,
afraid.
awareness of self,
of limitations and boundaries,
encircling, defining, why ? what ?
standing outside looking within,
I see a smouldering flame, my fear,
eaisly fed, driven to rage,
consuming all,
leaving naught but ash,
a hollow and destroyed beauty within
desolate landscapes of the mind,
ruins within,
charred and blackened,
empty, abandoned .... OLD
forgotten memories,
indeed, best left,
forgotten.
a slow transient, across the aching sky
a lightest blue, through a darker hue
fading, fading, into deepest black
like inky pitch, thick, oppressive
senses dulled, sharpened,
ill used, ill adjusted,
the minds eye, open,
just.
a gust of wind,
a creak of oak,
a shuffle from behind,
touch, like a lovers caress,
soft but cold
fear.
Night
I walk alone, shrouded by the dark of a moonless night,
I am upon a trail, to where I know not,
How I came to be here, I know not,
and something follows .....
There is a breeze, chill and fell, a smell of .... something,
Bourne by air, it crawls upon my skin,
The feel, the sense, the very taste of it, causes nameless dread,
and still something follows .....
The trees I pass, they whisper to me, I know not what they say,
A language lost ages past, yet familiar, haunting,
I know that I must continue on, regardless, for
something follows .....
The trail ahead, becomes difficult, strewn with rock and branch
As though to slow m
Lens
I approach with fear, in my heart
The lens that is my life
Dare I look ?
Dare I not ?
They are always there
The thoughts, that all, must one day face,
Have I achieved what it is that I want ?
Have I become who it is that I want ?
The sense of fulfilment, contentment,
Despair ……
The past is there, buried
Remembered in brief, but vivid flashes
The fondest moments, with heart aching melancholy
Offset by those darkest memories, painful and wretched
All define who I am, who I shall be.
For who I was is as dust in the wind,
I am who I am, changed, indelibly,
By those things I see through the lens that is my life,
Has been my
over
No, not yet, not yet ....
coals within, smouldering
a fire yet to burn, needing fuel,
but fuel found where ?
Within a heart ?
one which is cold, no i think not
for frozen it seems,
perhaps one day.
Within the eyes ?
looking through me, no i think not
for glassy they are,
caring not at all.
Within the hands ?
a touch like death, no i think not
no feeling do they convey,
making my flesh crawl.
Within your voice ?
a poetic lyrical tone, no i think not
full of hash, critical words,
not what i remember.
Living together, yet apart
holding the tenuous hope, that
things can come back,
Tolerance, for who's sake ?
Rain
pure, clear
falling from cloudless skies
renewing the earth
soaking new life into parched ground
letting grow the things which keep our world fresh
like love
from afar, freely given
asking nothing
but just by being, breaths new life
into those whom have the need
requiem
does the man make his life ?
or is he shaped .....
moulded into something that, life
would have him be ....
questing,
a lifes work,
undone ?
or unfullfilled ?
worry or nay,
for life goes on
uncaring,
or devestated ?
fates scheme denied,
or a mans life his own ?
choices, by design or chance,
made upon experience,
shaped by life,
shaped by love
fear,
empowering,
knowing,
intense ..... alive,
a murky conciousness,
struggling, screaming, demanding
to be heard.
I am,
afraid.
awareness of self,
of limitations and boundaries,
encircling, defining, why ? what ?
standing outside looking within,
I see a smouldering flame, my fear,
eaisly fed, driven to rage,
consuming all,
leaving naught but ash,
a hollow and destroyed beauty within
desolate landscapes of the mind,
ruins within,
charred and blackened,
empty, abandoned .... OLD
forgotten memories,
indeed, best left,
forgotten.
a slow transient, across the aching sky
a lightest blue, through a darker hue
fading, fading, into deepest black
like inky pitch, thick, oppressive
senses dulled, sharpened,
ill used, ill adjusted,
the minds eye, open,
just.
a gust of wind,
a creak of oak,
a shuffle from behind,
touch, like a lovers caress,
soft but cold
fear.
Night
I walk alone, shrouded by the dark of a moonless night,
I am upon a trail, to where I know not,
How I came to be here, I know not,
and something follows .....
There is a breeze, chill and fell, a smell of .... something,
Bourne by air, it crawls upon my skin,
The feel, the sense, the very taste of it, causes nameless dread,
and still something follows .....
The trees I pass, they whisper to me, I know not what they say,
A language lost ages past, yet familiar, haunting,
I know that I must continue on, regardless, for
something follows .....
The trail ahead, becomes difficult, strewn with rock and branch
As though to slow m
Lens
I approach with fear, in my heart
The lens that is my life
Dare I look ?
Dare I not ?
They are always there
The thoughts, that all, must one day face,
Have I achieved what it is that I want ?
Have I become who it is that I want ?
The sense of fulfilment, contentment,
Despair ……
The past is there, buried
Remembered in brief, but vivid flashes
The fondest moments, with heart aching melancholy
Offset by those darkest memories, painful and wretched
All define who I am, who I shall be.
For who I was is as dust in the wind,
I am who I am, changed, indelibly,
By those things I see through the lens that is my life,
Has been my
over
No, not yet, not yet ....
coals within, smouldering
a fire yet to burn, needing fuel,
but fuel found where ?
Within a heart ?
one which is cold, no i think not
for frozen it seems,
perhaps one day.
Within the eyes ?
looking through me, no i think not
for glassy they are,
caring not at all.
Within the hands ?
a touch like death, no i think not
no feeling do they convey,
making my flesh crawl.
Within your voice ?
a poetic lyrical tone, no i think not
full of hash, critical words,
not what i remember.
Living together, yet apart
holding the tenuous hope, that
things can come back,
Tolerance, for who's sake ?
Rain
pure, clear
falling from cloudless skies
renewing the earth
soaking new life into parched ground
letting grow the things which keep our world fresh
like love
from afar, freely given
asking nothing
but just by being, breaths new life
into those whom have the need
yawn, getting weary, too many days of too much to do,
the fact i can only seem to sleep for 5 hours MAX, is not helping
< sigh >
ah well, things should get back to normal soonish ......
late night ramblings
need a good horror movie ?
I enjoyed, Unrest - After Dark, not a REALLY scary movie, but one that would be good to share a couch with someone while you watch it.
has some quite graphic mortuary scenes in it
on that note, g'night
yawn, getting weary, too many days of too much to do,
the fact i can only seem to sleep for 5 hours MAX, is not helping
< sigh >
ah well, things should get back to normal soonish ......
late night ramblings
need a good horror movie ?
I enjoyed, Unrest - After Dark, not a REALLY scary movie, but one that would be good to share a couch with someone while you watch it.
has some quite graphic mortuary scenes in it
on that note, g'night