Mirrors

Mirrors

Being truly alone is like being in a room full of mirrors

Nowhere to turn but to see yourself

Smash one mirror and you smash them all

Close your eyes, they reflect you still

Approach one, you get bigger, but smaller to another

Deny them all if you can, but you will always be outnumbered

Embrace one and another feels jealousy

Hate one, two or more will feign love

And all the time, this is just you, only you, all it has ever been

Just you

On the Rocks

On the Rocks

Air, cloud and water the separation,
A bitter blow left a spirit in desperation
As things were cruelly taken
A spirit shaken
..........but unbroken
Refusing to yield, refusing to buckle
And with true courage seeing each new sun as the chance to carry on
And with each new step, hill and mountain conquered, a victory for the soul

And blows may damage muscle, sinew and bone
May bruise hope, leave you crushed and alone,
Will test your will, your strength, will darken night
But this true brave spirit, even with eyes closed
Will find the light

Silver Shadows

Silver Shadows

Silver shadows in the dark glisten,
you follow each step, bend your head to listen

You glimpse a person on the hill far away,
your voice has no sound yet you cry for them to stay

But they are gone, beyond the hill,
yet undeterred, you follow them still

And the uphill struggle tests your heart and mind,
you breathe deeply in and at the top of the hill you find

A valley of delight, with lights so pure,
you smile and wonder, why was I so unsure?

Tortured

Tortured

Regret and regretful.

They both seem the same?

But words cannot deal with the shame

Of not being there

When someone needed you most

When words or deeds could not help her, I was there but she did not hear my call

And all we are left with are fossils, imprints of what could have been that are stained forever

But my door is always open and she will knock on it one day

The Perils of Sanity Pt1

The Perils of Sanity Pt1

It begins with the ocean.

The sea.

Ripped blue curls unfurling with white hairdos

Smashing against unloving rock that is stuck in place with constant frown

All the time beating, so violent

Smashing away at love, until love caves in

And crashes back into what would take it under

No release, no forgiveness, no choice, no option

Just crash

And crash

And crash

And crash

And crash

The Small Step

The Small Step

Sometimes even a small step seems too tall, too big, too large.

This is when even TV seems shit.

And that is when every moment becomes preoccupied.

Small steps sound easy.

But they’re not.

Light Dims

Light Dims

In a gentle place, under a tree, surrounded by birds and grass and trees

The sun shines down through parting clouds that scurry away through shame and embarrassment.

And a small sign with a name, is all that remains.

A name and two dates.

Dug into earth that perhaps wished it could carry less heavy a burden.

I stand and look at my shadow, flickering and moving as a gentle breeze rocks the leaves of the trees.

And as I stand a man walks past on the path and catches my eye with a kind, shy smile,

that is more warming to my heart than a blanket on the coldest winter night.

And the walk away is as hard as ever.

And the light dims.

The light dims.

The Sea of Tranquillity

The Sea of Tranquillity

Tides and seasons are your slaves,

Lovers and heroes your knaves

You only ever show us one face,

The other hidden, staring into space

And we look upon you from afar, with wonder through the ages

And ask ourselves whether you gaze upon us with envy or grace?

And why you hide yourself, with a veil drawing over,

Until all that is left is a shard of light, burning bright and sharp in the ink of sky.

But your light is not your own.

You are a thief, you have stolen it from our queen on her throne.

And you have no choice but to be our friend,

Like it or not, we are tied to the end.

Fire made us, in fact you are our son,

And fire will break us, again we will be one

But I love your cruel beauty,

And I would love to paddle in your non-existent sea,

The beautiful sea,

The Sea of Tranquillity

A wall, a floor and a door

A wall, a floor and a door

A wall, a floor and a door.

That is all that separates us.

Nothing more.

I am there listening for a breath, or a moving chest, some sign of life.

The night hours are like days in their lingering, incessant and insipid. And cruel.

Sometimes daylight’s fingers through the curtains crawl.

But there is no daylight really.

None at all.

A wall, a floor and a door.

That is all that separates us.

Nothing more.

Father's Day

Father’s Day

Some have one, but really have none

Some have none but find someone

Some have ladders, sometimes with steps two or more

Some have snakes that drag them to the floor

Some have men, noble and proud

Some have men that talk too loud

Some have boys who hit before thinking

Some have men who drown before sinking

Some have guys who rushed in too fast

Some have guys who yearn for the past

Some have men you count as your friend

Some have boys who can’t wait for the end

Some have souls who linger in the air

Some have demons who make you despair

Some have men who linger on with bravery

Some have bastards you’d condemn to slavery

Real men have no debts to pay

Real men need no Father’s Day