Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Wednesday, 19 November 2014


Hush now, let the silence return,
the deafness is calming me
my blanket of escape
just let me be.
Hush now let the silence breathe,

my thoughts are getting bigger,
killing my soul
the fights are getting louder
lost all control
So, hush and let the silence talk.

It's always expanding , never caring if I 
scream, shout, cry
It's been my friend these long years
will be till I die

The silence can be smothering
moving through me
breaking down everything
corrupting to simplify 

It's deafening and black
getting worse before everything is alright
It'll all be the night
Nothing can change me now
no me even left.
Hush now, let the silence take over,
It lives for me instead

Thursday, 8 August 2013

For the Lights

My light is out
My land seems lost.

Have faith my friend
only your path is bent,
all life isn't spent.

The dim like rain keeps falling
For whom do I spark my light?
The darkness is calling
I'm losing my fight.

Do not stray my friend
Your dream can stay true
Your light was meant to shine for one
one, will always be you.

What if when I reach 
no brightness is around?
For lights which I thought were plenty,
none seem to be found.

No one to take your hand 
No one to guide towards your land.

I am not the bravest or my fire bright
is there anything can be done by my light?

There is power in your fire
Strength & Might
It will make the forest brighter still
Defeat the ever growing night.

And if you find no forest
no beacon is in sight
You can be new hope
do it  For the Lights.

Tuesday, 15 January 2013

There are days with sunshine
a Bright Heart
a Blazing soul.

Days turn sour
minds turn grey
eyes search in a melancholy fire
for lost brightness

shrouded in their blanket of grey
cold tears run from ashen faces

like a spark hands extend to
beating hearts.
A swirling red pigments the grey
a Red of love, a Red of anger
a Red of heart
a Red of Human.

And like a spark again comes the yellow
its suddenness mirroring that of life's
A Bright fills in again.
A Sun warms a Soul.

Wednesday, 2 May 2012


She has tears stored in herself.
Inside the depth of those large
Brown Eyes
are shelves and cabinets
of glass phials for her many tears.

Some are the sweetest you could imagine
saved for the joy of seeing a mountain road
saved for hearing a song long forgotten ago

She uses some to cope with her bitterness 
And some help her drown her sorrow in sleepiness

The ones she loves the most flow with a smile.
The ones she loves the dearest, are all memories
with the purest of delight.

Tuesday, 1 May 2012

Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold

"Ent: When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay;
    When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day;
When wind is in the deadly East, then in the bitter rain
I'll look for thee, and call to thee; I'll come to thee again!

EntWife: When Winter comes, and singing ends; when darkness falls at last;
     When broken is the barren bough, and light and labour past;
I'll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again:
Together we will take the road beneath the bitter rain!

Both: Together we will take the road that leads into the West,
               And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.

Tuesday, 13 March 2012


There is such deep ancient
love in that smell.

Sharp, distinct from any other

Crispy clean
and completely fulfilling

Coming along with it
that wind which bites your cheeks red.
Those cracks in the sky
white & silver

That Sound of Power, distinct from any other

Creates an excitement
long forgotten by you.

Feels like the earth
swallows you whole.
Reminds you what it 
 truly is

An Ancient Earth, distinct from any other.

(image from doctor who)

Monday, 22 November 2010

A renaissance woman

Woman with pots & jars filled with
herbs, verbs and self-esteem

One day I will meet you
& we WILL be friends.

You will teach me,
 about your curiosities and dimensionality

You will teach me to be ME
& all the mees*  I can be.

In your fires of song and words
I will burn.

You will show me the other
side of burnt, suffered torture
the BRIGHT side.

And maybe someday with help from you
I will find it

The secrets that make ME.

And maybe I will help another
pass it on.

show her, her faces.
so she can know herselves,

that make her a RENAISSANCE WOMAN

* plural of me :)