Without the pain of birth
nothing can happen.
And although you may grapple with darkness
light will always shine free
the truth will out eventually
it cannot be hidden
they buried it but it broke free
and blossomed into a tree
for all to see.
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The language of love
Is it hidden?
This body language
which rides up
the hem of skirts and trousers
Is it a smile that stokes the fire
like a poker
is it the emotion of being a joker
a fear of being alone in the dark
no spark to light your way
Is it truth?
or is it fiction?
is it an addiction?
or is it in the scent
of pheromones or the way you gently moan
when you are touched that way?
like alley cats
we spit, bite and snarl
but all the while
we need the language of love
and it speaks through everything we say
but in mystery is still shrouded to this day.
The silence before a storm
We are waiting in the voiceless shadow
Padded cells inside the gallows
angels chained inside a soul
legion my man is out of control
dripping darkness of the void
whisper your name before it’s destroyed
life’s a curtain lost not deployed
life’s uncertain it’s cadence a heart beat
ghosts and devils retreat
in the violence of your stare
in the glowing embers of a fires glare
in the stabbing tenderness of an aching heart
beats a rhythm that no one can tell from the start
but the storm is brewing in the sky
like the reapers blade in the shade
the song bird cries
but all I am left with is sighs
Charity
I am me and you are you
but there for grace of god, go you or I
sleeping rough on the streets
one job loss away
or one benefit sanction
how can you think you are better
than your good luck
born into the right family
having the right salary
to keep your head above water
I caught you cursing those who claim
the poor and disabled
we need to give them a ladder to climb
out of their circumstances
or is it another life to be thrown away
with no more chances.
These are the days
There are days when we toy with innocence
there are days when wear despair as our clothes
days when we truly open our eyes
days when we want to keep them closed.
Days when we have to restrain the pain from our hearts
and there are days when that pain departs.
Days when we feel loved in the morning when we wake
and days when we feel so far away from that love
that we just have to hold on and take the love we are given.
Days when we pretend to be free
and days when we really do hold the key
to doors unopened before.
Days when we feel we can take on the world
and days where we hide in the corner.
Days when we appreciate the flowers and fauna
when we see the beauty of a drop of dew on a rose
and see a new religion being formed
a new baby being born.
Days change what we think and who we are
days where we travel near and days we travel far
drink in the moments and savour the day
because its drifting away
and its all we have!
Rudolph and the refugee child
A refugee child wondered weary and tired
looking for some food, shelter and warmth from a fire
but the snow fluttered from the sky
was Christmas a lie?
Rudolph flew down from on high
he would take the the child to the land of elves and presents
Father Christmas would feed the orphan child a roast pleasant
and show him the love the best present of all
in our hearts we must all break the wall.
Jack Frost and the Ice Queen
On the night of the full moon
reflected in the ice and snow
we went walking hand in hand
to find the ice throne
I was Jack Frost
you were the Ice Queen
walking together in a snow globe dream.
Revelation
Revelation revealed
Consumers consumed
magic made
steal the stolen
released pollen
bees miss behave
in my mind a wave
In the sea
seeing beyond my eyes
feeling the blue skies
and stars twinkle
the wrinkle on my hand
means I think too much
but it’s eternity I touch…
To go through hell with the lid off
To go through hell with the lid off
to fight through fire and agony
friends and comrades lost
you cannot count that human cost
to never be forgotten
in a poppy red we are remembered
On the 11th of November.
The willow pattern
There was a story like Romeo and Juliet
where they didn’t die
but lived as birds in the sky
I ate from the plates with the willow pattern
I can‘t chant in words of Latin
but I believe in love
It’s light doesn’t just from above
it is a secret that is handed down
from woman to man