Sunday, 24 November 2019
Tuesday, 19 November 2019
easy
all i want
is to be
a force to
see to hear
and feel all
of our selves
on our shelves
in our hearts
under our minds
over our souls
beneath our hate
above our love
around our life
outside our death
forever inside our
inner selves
is to be
a force to
see to hear
and feel all
of our selves
on our shelves
in our hearts
under our minds
over our souls
beneath our hate
above our love
around our life
outside our death
forever inside our
inner selves
Tuesday, 5 November 2019
Tuesday, 20 August 2019
i know when i see
in the surface of the water
my face...
is just a face.
i am just a man.
i am just a fool
and a just fool.
i am not perfect
and will never be.
the light i shine
from both ends of
my heart are proof
that i am almighty
in my imperfection
simply because i can
accept this is what i am now.
your light shines too
...une autre direction...
follow your own shadow...
Friday, 19 July 2019
The Light
There are days............And there are days.
Know thyself and you will know others.
Know others as others would know you.
Deny thyself/Destroy Thyself.
Sign on the line.
The road is long.
She's crying.
Sighing.
Breaking heart bleeding there.
120 km's an hour.
Screaming out the window.
You stay alert...you bastard.
How dare you do this now?
(Tu me déteste....)
I drive. Words.
Silence.
Words.
Road.
Vibrations.
Love, Hate, Relate.
Reason is power.
Gnothi Seauton.
(silence is golden)
And neccessary...
The love of one another gets camouflauged in grey and black.
My shadow ... now unavailable.
This page, these letters, help me remember...
The time I helped myself and another by standing up...
For love. life.
My heart is broken... and was broken before it was broken. I Loved Wholly.
Now I will go alone with my shadow and say to him:
'Follow me, don't be afraid of the light.'
Thursday, 23 May 2019
Monday, 13 May 2019
IDHCM
it isn't as scary as it sounds
not for me anyway
i go about being
my normal self
and relish
my ticker ticks away
and will stop some day
maybe soon
maybe never
maybe late
a bird
a bud
a leaf
a mossy stump
the marsh
the little things are
more important than
anything else
everything is secondary
everything matter, doesn't matter
the moments
each of them
endure
throughout time
for eternity
don't confront yourself
like you confront your demons
put down your weapons
and hold out your hands
you will find the way
Friday, 10 May 2019
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