Archive for January, 2013

You M Lighten Me

Posted: 30 Jan 2013 in Poetry
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  • Your voice melts parts of me
    I didn’t even know were frozen.
  • You are in touch with me so easily,
    Our hearts together so open.
  • Your oceans of compassion
    Stretch out way beyond my horizons.
  • The windows to your soul
    Have beautiful eyes in them.
  • Your heart is so big
    I’d need a map to navigate across it.
  • If you were a star in the night sky
    Wise men would follow you looking for prophets.
  • Your soul is so deep that I cannot fathom,
    But just one look in to your eyes would answer all of my questions.
  • I drift, not quite in control of myself, on dream-scape oceans.
    So much of my life was just going through the motions.
  • I’d like to feel you near me, so please guide me to your shores,
    We could take a walk and talk for hours, share our energies and more.
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The Proverbial Carrot

Posted: 28 Jan 2013 in Poetry
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For a bit of fun why not try reading this in a “scouse” / Liverpudlian accent, but if you don’t know what one sounds like then just ignore that suggestion and read it anyway 😀


My faith has often worried me…
Does questioning myself make me weak?
When I’m looked upon by others
They may often call me “freak”.

But if I only question others
Does that make me hypocritical?
And if I spend too long on introspection
Then things all get a bit ‘metaphysical’.

So I subscribe to no religions,
Religious texts or spiritual leaders,
Because I think a lot of them are like Governments
And they’re just trying to deceive us.

That’s not a comment on their teachings,
Or the wisely words that guide them.
It just means that I don’t trust the people
And organisations that run them.

They cloud our minds and make our hearts shout
Until we can’t hear our brains
To prevent us from seeing
That they’re all basically the same.

Now whether Jesus was a prophet
Or the Son of God or not,
That’s not the reason why he came here,
But it seems like that’s been long forgot.

And a lot of the tenets that they speak of,
when they preach from up on high
Are basically just moral principals
That we should all aspire to live our lives by.

So the next time you’re in a religious debate
And you say “let’s just agree to disagree”
What you’re probably actually saying is
“let’s agree that we can’t see…”

“…The truth in what both of us speak
Or the deeper philosophical meanings,
And that we’ve both failed to understand
And live by the principals of our teachings”.

As humans, or perhaps as any creature,
We’re all born with a moral compass.
And it’s through the media and our base desires
That they seek to distract and mislead us.

Education is a farce too,
They’re not trying to make us smarter.
They’re training us to think for ourselves less,
So they can make us all work harder.

We are their labourers and their cash cows
So they just dangle the proverbial carrot
To manipulate us so effortlessly
That to most it’s not apparent.

They fill our heads with selfish greed
And promises for tomorrow,
But since tomorrow never comes
These promises are hollow.

We work our lives away for someone else
Just to die full of regret,
With so many things we meant to do
That we just haven’t done yet.

But I like to believe that in this world
Are mostly ‘good’ or ‘innocent’ people
However many of those that appear they aren’t
Are not necessarily ‘evil’.

They’ve just been brought up in a World
That’s run by those corrupt and greedy,
Who steal from the poor
And turn their backs on the needy.

We all need a helping hand,
Sometimes to pull us through,
But remember that it’s your life you’re living,
So you’re in control of you.

It’s your life so don’t pass the buck,
It’s your life so don’t give up,
It’s your life so what’s stopping you?
All your life decision are up to you!

You’ve got to march to the beat of your own drum
And don’t regret the things you’ve done,
Just try to learn and grow from them
Then put it behind you and move on.

So if you want to take my advice,
And that’s really all that it is,
Just remember whenever you meet someone
That we’re all just trying to live.

So try to help each other, great each other
And keep each other safe.
And if we all just do our little bit
We can make this world a better place.

Post Partum Depression

Posted: 26 Jan 2013 in Poetry
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For a baby it is bath time,
Asleep yet still awake,
His head held underwater
To pay for his mistake.
His world is full of ripples
As the breath leaves his form,
Lying in the bathtub,
“How I wish you were never born”.

Father’s away on business,
Brothers and Sisters are at school,
A desperate cry for attention
That’s heard by nobody at all.
The babe’s good under water,
And he sure can hold his breath,
But his lack of understanding
Is no match for her distress.

But as darkness recedes and panic sets in
She releases her grip.
He floats serene and peaceful,
Closed eyed and blue lipped.
Now her cries turn to sorrow
As she realises what she’s done.
Her mind fills with racing thoughts:
— Could she hide?
— Should she run?

She plucks him from the water
And holds him resting at her waist
As she sits rocking gently
with tears streaming down her face.
“Lord please forgive me” she cries
“I know not what I’ve done”,
A moments silence pause for answer
But there came none.

“Please take away this fear and darkness
And replace it with love and light,
And please give me back my child
So that I might…
Teach him that there is love in this world,
And I will hurt no other.
So I can learn and he can teach me
How to be his mother.”

The answer came, not from above
But somewhere deep within her chest,
For a love that’s without measure
And a soul that’s truly blessed
Just remember always one thing
That you are his mother,
And that the love and warmth from one heart
Can restart another.

.: Epilogue :.

And so it did.

As here I sit now alive and thankful
For the life that you gave me
Several decades have passed
But to you I’m still your baby.
I just wanted you to know
That I never really blamed you
I love you and forgive you,
And for you I’m eternally grateful.

There is one thing that saddens me though
And that’s to see you struggle alone through this hell
You should know I’m always here for you
If you ever needed any help.
You’re so strong, but please don’t be silent
It’s not good for mental health
Becasue the reason I came back was
To see you forgive yourself.

Death and Rebirth

Posted: 19 Jan 2013 in Poetry
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I am stalked by my past
Hunted by my sins
Ex-lovers that must have been diseased
Because they plague me.

And as my heart lies in ruins
Like some ancient temple
Overrun by savage barbarians

My psyche builds it up
Into some kind of monument
To my own pathetic tragedies.

A theater in which to torture my soul
As it replays my past mistakes over and over,
Blackening the mind and strengthening the divide.

I’ve been walking on eggshells
And broken glass inside myself
For so long now
That I don’t even notice the cuts,
And the once painful sting
Is now overcome with numb.

Tripping and tracking
Forwards and back again
I still stumble and crawl
As I drag myself out from all of the wreckage and rubble,
As if in the aftermath of some huge explosion.
Time must move slowly here
Because it feels like a lifetime ago.

The dust blankets everything,
Thick and heavy,
But guard your breath and move quickly
And you’ll get through.

There is another side to this
And what may seem huge from the inside
Is actually very small
from the out.

Like a storm in a teacup.
We must learn to grow
And travel far in our lives
To gain some perspective.

Only then can we turn around
And see things clearly from afar,
To scale, and for what they are.

So now, with peace as your guide
And love in your heart
You will be alright,
As to end is to start.

The Dying Embers

Posted: 19 Jan 2013 in Poetry
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All the choked up whispers that start to creep out,
Curling like thin wisps of black smoke
Wrought like the ghosts of dying embers
As fire’s burn out.
We fade in to the inky blackness.

Dazed and confused by the suffocating pressure,
Smoke inhalation causing chronic asthma.
Our souls gasp for air and push back.

Whilst impatience burns us all away
We are left stumbling through the ashes and gently glowing remains,
the remnants of our lives.

We are not dead but are we truly alive?.