Crumpled wrappers discarded in the gutter Evidence of a use no longer required
A purpose served
A mission completed
A moment of significance passed
Cast away the winter coat need dissipated in this godforsaken heat
I need you no longer
Uncertain ground feels less solid beneath The what was declared with an immediate when The where was defined as was the who The how was clear but the why, not so much!
Acceptance in the silence of uncertainty
Undertaking the request with grace
Giving the green-light to the lack of something
Compliance is acquiesced without argument
Manifesting moments are a declaration of intent Warming winter hands at the cherry red fireplace Roasting chestnuts are the incense of home Silence is the harmony of souls
Sands of time move so slowly through the hourglass Movement is almost imperceptible to the eye
I move at my own speed
Wait not for me
I will find you when it is time for you to be found
Search not for me
I will draw you to me when it is time for you to find
Fear not for me
I am driven by the water and rain
Dream not of me
I see with my third eye, that which gives light to us all
You are waking
I am woken
Tomorrow will always bring us closer Hidden in the heart of what could be Stolen from the dreams of what might be
Strangled by the truth of what is
To be found, you must first be lost
To be lost, you must free the mind
To free the mind, you must lose the wanting
To not want, is to be complete
To be complete, is to have found ‘home’
Should you catch me in your torchlight Know this darkness is my friend It is my silent solace My embrace of shadows
Whilst there is much for me to learn There is much I already understand Never kiss me with a lie Simply slap me with the truth
I will assimilate in my own time and through my own filters
Embrace my soul when you speak truthfully Parietal senses speak in light I feel your honesty if genuine I can sense your care & concern
Many things are said of absence Mostly poets seeking a lesson from the pain
Absence is…
A void
A space
A truancy
A lack of…
Positive or negative are just outcomes Results of a chosen attitude A mental approach A selected emotional state A generated thinking pattern A process of effort and decision
Words can hammer a blow to the heart Words can cut deeper than a steel blade Words can indiscriminately maim and disfigure Words can create wounds that do not heal
In the living of your life, remember, your words are weapons that can…
Obliterate hope
Decimate possibility
Destroy perceptions
Massacre dreams
Annihilate self-worth
Butcher prospects
Execute inner light
You are the Minder of your mouth You are the Manager of your mind You are the Trustee of your tones You are the Vigilante of your volume You are the Shepherd of your syntax You are the Attendant of your alliteration You are the Warden of your words You are the Paladin of your phrasing You are the Cerberus of your cadence You are the Custodian of your cursing You are the Sentinel of your speech You are the Lookout of your lexicon
Seductive & distant Irresistible & resistible Timely & out of time Knowing & silent
Unutterably elusive & inexpressibly definite
Time holds no sway in the sitting room of the soul Visitors take tea and engage in idle chatter They are duped by their surroundings Illusion is the mask on show Hold the door, freeze the moment I can no longer breathe in this chamber I wish to leave, to take the path Leaden legs may slow my exit Truth must be the paradigm Commitment, the vanguard of spirit
The door through which I leave is of the right size Pathfinder is the spirit of my true soul Pilgrimage is the quest of my love Trailblazer to the visitors with tea Distant horizon to the shoreline dwellers Forgotten to the narcissistic leeches For they only feed where the tables are full
The wind knows my name Understands my storm-born nature Feels the lightening in my fists hears the thunder in my heart Sees the calm in the eye of the storm
She sees me in her mind She feels me in the sand running through her fingers She senses my breath on her neck She feels the breeze of my love on her lips Her fingers entwine with mine & coalesce
Pure love requires only the souls to embrace
Moments are lifetimes in another dimension Time is ductile & inflexible as needed Memories of what is yet to come abound The past is tomorrows potential for today
I am fire flowing into the waterfall of her eyes
That part of me which is eternal knows you well Sharing our souls previously in a life yet to come You know what is, was & will be Just as you that which might, should & could
All condensing into the emergent now
Shake free the heavy cloak of expectancy Tribal norms do apply to the seekers I obey the rules I choose to agree with not those simply designed to control weak minds
Speak into the wind and let your voice carry Sing into the night and feel it hold your note Shout into the void that fears your truth Recite your soul into the pages of the world
The world has a truth hidden from so many Observable only through soul connections Unspoken & voluminous to its scribes Unbridled in its passions and love
Take the path less travelled to seek communion Walk the shaded path that is clean of prints hear the silence that shouts your name The whisper of “Storm-Born” will dance in your ears
Feel the rhythm of the song with no words Sense the lyrics that appear in your mind Syllables, tenses, cadence, and pitch Align with the instrumental ballad of home
Chasing the diurnal moth, for dark light Seeking the dry leaves of summer for shade Exploring rock pools when the tide has come in Reading the letters of love never posted
Do not wait for me where you know I will be Wait for me where you now are, I will come All paths must cross at a point on the line All tomorrows will be somebody’s ancient history
Life is how you manifest your desires How you light your pathway How clearly you see who travels with you How deeply you know who touches your soul
Diamonds fade over eons Their value reflecting their scarcity
Then what value desire?
Manuscripts perish in the sunlight Their words lost for all time
Then what value words?
Dreams can dissipate with waking Losing their substance through forgetfulness
Then what value imagination?
Honesty can be hard to find in dark times Solitude may slip into loneliness
Then what value friendship?
Players’ may steal your interest & energy From behind their grotesque mask of platitudes
Then what value trust?
The morning may arrive with dread Greeted by the tired eyes of the lost & anxious
Then what value sleep?
Tomorrow may seem too far ahead to hope for Yesterday too far behind to see clearly
Then what value the present?
The eyes may be hard with insincerity The words cutting like a stiletto
Then what value the smile?
Touching with love may be a distant memory Being touched with love a distance too far
Then what value hugs?
Everything lost through the shifting of realities Absence of everything is now all you feel
Then what value life?
Pain suffered in silence behind the mask of okay Others being put first in the order of interest
Then what value care?
Giving to receive over giving to forget Neither a value exchange of worth or mention
Then what value altruism?
Evaluating usefulness in the interview of life What’s in it for me, is the unsaid mantra of most
Then what value self-worth?
Eyes blinded by the many that will drink your soul Lids closing from the effort to see the signs
Then what value patience?
The butterfly that lands when you are settled and calm The songbird that sings only when you listen The presence of love in the soul of the world The connections that bring a love that tames distance The hope that one soul transfers to another The questions all answered in the simplicity of a smile The care that is spoken between the words heard The together that is shared across maps of the globe The pain that is shared with the twinning of souls The hope that is gifted from living The promise of certainty that can renovate a heart The knowledge that you are not alone The days and nights that merge into bliss The significance that comes from being seen The love that is imparted between the lines The code is the language of the world The time is always now That which has passsed is simply ashes That which feeds us today is the fire that burns right now
Ruptured lines of communication Opposing views of the facts Psychological debate of motivation Disputed views of the past
The few from the many quite distinct The many form another dimension The discussion of choice over instinct The result being an internal tension
The weightlessness of joy has departed The heaviness of sorrow takes its place The comfort of home soon departed The agony of loss in its place
The moment once gone, can’t be recovered Feelings rush in on the tide A chink in the armour discovered The spotlight from which you must hide
The sadness that creeps through your soul And threatens to swallow the light For a while, you cannot feel whole An inner darkness that would challenge the night
Where once it would have anger as outcome Negative energy fleeing through fight Now only breathing will find inner freedom Weeping eyes restoring clear sight
To feel what I feel is distressing To know what I know oft’ too much Understanding for most is just guessing I don’t need their emotional crutch
Causing hurt where never intended Self-perception being challenged by word Word choices you wish you’d amended Resulting feelings, you wish you’d deferred
Intensity has its up and its down Feeling all has its high and its low Causing pain makes the joy in you drown Feeling pain this severe is a blow
Toxins slowly leaving the bloodstream Tension slowly leaving the soul Memory fading slowly from the internal scream Weightless joy once again is the goal
There are many times I might wish to be less When this pain, is the burden I bear But my innate understanding, I bless And I know that pain is the outcome of care
So, please forgive my me absence and silence Whilst I struggle to balance my heart I must battle the urge for defiance Which always insists that it must play a part
Wounded warriors should be circled with caution For the wound makes their temper run short Soft words and soft looks for precaution Whilst their inner maelstrom they manage to thwart
Time heals most all that life offers Love vanquishes all in its path Care, the medicine a kindred soul proffers Returning to home, calculation the soul’s math
Venting and breathing, the process Home and returning, the goal Do not permit the joyless dark to oppress Never relinquish any part of the soul
We speak in the common parlance of the veil Where the skin is thin between the worlds
We hear it on the breeze
We glimpse it in the shadows
We feel it in our bones
Twilight
Half-Light
Evening Gloom
Nightfall
Sundown
We have built many words into our language to describe the veil
Light wanes, ebbs, declines, abates, dims, fades During eventide, gloaming, dusk, crepuscule Whatever the word, we all know how it feels
Transition of Time
We are on the threshold of an end and a beginning But between the worlds, the veil is thinnest
You can feel it
Nocturnal inhabitants rouse in the evening veil Diurnal proclaimers increase their melatonin There is a shift in the balance of the world The veil envelopes the Earth in a wave of penumbra
You synchronise with it
Transient limbo Nothingness & nowhere incarnate Indifferent oblivion of light Cyclical amnesia of luminosity
Crepuscular abeyance of time Fluid solidity of shadows Obscurity of the day now past Resigned to the history of the mind
You are swallowed by it
Stay silent in the audible sway of the deepest darkness
Out of place Discordant timing Dissonance with most Crowds are not for me
Solitude is a preference A cast of two my ideal play So much to say to the right ones So little to say to the rest
Platitudes pass for conversation Forgettable snippets of speech No interest in pointless small talk Futile meanderings of wasted breath
The feeling of being alone is heightened in a crowd Most cannot see past themselves to see you This cloak of invisibility is a rare gift You retreat there gladly, & often
Should I not have been here in a different age Should I not have a different part in the play I know my value, and I can read yours too You cannot see mine, you don’t really know me
You know who you think I am Even though I have told you different You see only what you can understand And you do not understand me
Painful pitch of crystal shards
Agonising tear of hope ripped from the soul
Crippling fear of being completely alone
Mask of serenity
Voice of positivity
Hurting healer
Considered confident
Assumed okay
Reliable
Trustworthy
Honourable
Punctual
Consistent
Stubborn
We are not in the shadows but are happy in shade We have a long echo & touch souls’ as we go We are soul wise and speak earth’s tongue We have the deepest love, for those that can feel
We keep the dark at bay, in our fight for the light Warriors of the heart in the mask of normality We stand long at our guard posts, with keen eyes We listen carefully & will hear more than is said
We have many names, some you may know Loner, sensitive & old soul are some We are connected to the soul of the world And we feel the pain caused by our species Through the oppression of truth & love
One day there will be a reckoning One day we will find each other One day we will stand for our truth One day our collective power will be known
So-called history is the story of victors The vanquished are not asked to write pages Cultural appropriation is at the root of all cultures We are not pure breeds, stop fooling yourselves
We are shared histories and shared blood We are one race with many tongues We are destined to repeat mistakes we do not learn from We are a reflection of our thinking & attitudes
The cacophony of life can weigh heavy in the ears of the woken The misguided hate so easily, and it makes me weep But never mistake my care & kindness for weakness Nor my silence for ignorance or acceptance
My love is my strength My hope is my armour My fortitude is my weapon My soul is my energy source
Maybe we each have one wing, and need another to fly Then I will wait for an eternity to find my matching feathers For then my heart will sing in the language of the world The notes not yet penned by composers
I will experience the sleep of the truly loved The love of the truly blessed The blessings of the connected souls The explosion of understanding of life
Warriors of the light Stand guard and keep watch For we are few, but we are mighty
Torrents flow and carve through stone Creating valleys that shape our world Tsunamis’ of potential are waiting to crest, in the waves of emotion, I swim in
Treading water is not my chosen style But I feel as if I have been holding my breath The undercurrents have had me in some trouble But the waters clearing, as the storms recede
There are times I think I might drown I am submerged and slowly sinking There is nothing for me to hold onto, even though my weightless arms reach out
The underwater rivers have a pull on my soul They seek my company on the dark nights They seek my advice in the cold depths They wait for the last of the bubbles to rise
The desire to sleep can be strong and alluring But the desire to inhale is growing My legs are instructed to kick My arms and hands push the water behind me
I rise
I break the surface between doubt & hope The surface tension that grades then & now The calm horizon that is unseen from below The abundance of light that does not penetrate the deep
I inhale
The sea is calm, and I float & breathe with ease I came from the water long ago, but I live here no more I am moved by a different current towards an unrecognised shoreline I stand on strange land and watch the tide go out
The receding tide whispers…
“Adiós, por ahora amigo”
‘Farewell, for now, my friend’
Each time this happens I must reorient For the shoreline is strange, but I know I belong I have to find my way back to me Find my way back home
Back in my own self, I awake from my inner journey Voices of life, silent just a moment ago, increase in volume I am unsure if anyone noticed I had gone They are so busy just being them
I feel as if I have shifted dimensions
I casually glance at myself to see the soaked clothing I am dry, and yet I can still feel the wetness all over me My wet dry skin goosebumps from the breeze of the day “Are you ok?” someone is aware I am here…
I have been seen
“Yes, fine thanks, why?” I answer to throw them off the scent “Nothing really, you just seemed miles away” “I was, I was bloody drowning, and all alone” is what you don’t say “I’ll send you a postcard next time”, is what you do say, and laugh
How can time be so elastic?
You spend a few moments to ensure everyone assumes all is normal You excuse yourself and head for the bathroom You look at yourself in the mirror and know that the journey was real Both of you know it was real…!
You turn on the tap and cup water to your face Although soft now, it whispers to you again
“Hasta pronto amiga”
‘See you soon friend’
Your reflection also smiles the knowing smile of reluctant acceptance You finish and dry your hands, take a deep breath The deep breath pushes your shoulders back and raises your head You feel better, you feel here & you feel now The world awaits your presence and your input
You await its response
Why do whispers hold only secrets? Even ones you don’t want to keep Why does that other place in your mind need to speak And why does it speak with your voice
The solitude of looking across a glass ocean The temptation to test the solidity of the surface The endless horizon that haunts your soul The conscious effort to stand and appreciate the view
