Sunday, June 28, 2009
- 2:02 pm
this deep, dark melancholy.
going to extremes
(where i wanna be)
fin
Thursday, June 18, 2009
- 8:04 pm
its that deep black pit in the middle of your soul
that tears you and pulls you in!
for when you wake up with a fright
in the middle of the night
you come face to face with your sin
maybe life ain't what it seems,
cos its all a dream.
forgive me.
fin
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
- 7:24 pm
when it rains, another part of me opens up.
to see the pastel colours of the world swabbed away
and redone in tones of metallic blue and dark gray
with ominous black lining the rim of the horizon
you'd think the world'd be a bitter place but hark!
the grass remains yet green (with just a bit of purple)
in anticipation of what is to come.
and the breeze brings the heavy scent of rain with it;
to be drawn in and felt;
the essence of rain in the spirit of man.
the wind is howling now,
and i am alone on this gravel road.
around me there is nothing but
the tall grasses that make here, here,
and up ahead a windmill.
i could settle here for a while.
thunder rolls across a leaden sky before;
silence.
something is about to happen.
the first drops are always markers,
testing the limits of the fall.
where they land is where they embrace the earth;
where the land kisses the sea beyond the limits
of what we were told they were.
don't listen to them.
the song of the rain falling down from the sky
is the only music i need.
the heaviness in my heart empties with the clouds.
fin
Friday, June 12, 2009
- 3:01 pm
so here we are.
and then reality hits you; in the knowledge that all that was and everything you thought was real really meant nothing at all. you stand and let the wind strip away everything that was old and make newness from the nothing there was before. when the 'right thing to do' doesnt feel right you know the that the sky'll come falling down in your head anyways.
this is it; where you'd want to be. everywhere and nowhere at the same time, lost in your own mind. i guess theres no turning back from here, and i won't. i am left with words to burn into reality.
too much is not enough;
nobody said this stuff makes any sense
now i got it all to do. so lets make this work; and we'll be burning poetry tonight.
- 12:32 am
in darkest deepest coldest night
they ran a path towards a light
to realise twas no light at all
but a firefly perched on the wall
its red brick burnt and charred yet still
from humanities dearth and loss of will
in face of peril still it glowed
its stood there bright resolve unbowed
what hope was found was lost withal
till a voice came forth, its clarion call
children stay awhile and fear me not
twas never ill intentioned what love begot
what fate deals out we must receive
and beg not now for just reprieve
just run on steadfast in the night
yet always keep this hope in sight
that burden borne is what was earned
every fall is a lesson learned
but stand up right and keep love strong
and hold your tears back with my song
i hold your hearts within my light
tis that which makes my hope so bright
keep your faith and so set free
they who might not stumble 'pon me
they ran on now with hope renewed
to breaking dawn and leaves now dewed
to warm crimson flows, serendipity
lives now free from antipathy
and as it flew away
into the night sky
they silently loved
the firefly.
fin
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
- 12:00 am
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