Open Your Eyes

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creative, Insecurity, inspiration, Love, poems, poetry, Self-doubt, verse, writing

I stand and watch you push

Needles into your eyes

I know my hollow words

Will never reach your ears,

You whisper mournful sighs

That your life counts for naught

Your face is like a shroud

And no-one knows your name,

But she is standing near

Her breath is just for you

And when she wakes each day

It’s you who gives her hope,

And she remembers days

Lost locked behind your eyes

When living just for you

Fulfilled her every need.

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In Deep Waters

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creative, Depression, Insecurity, Love, lyrics, poems, poetry, verse, Water, writing

In deep waters

I feel the fishes

Swim round my ankles

Like destiny.

In deep waters

I feel the ocean

Wash in over me

Like fallen tears.

 

In deep waters

I am the shark

The lost and lonely

Misunderstood.

In deep waters

I am undone

Safer out at sea

And not your shore.

 

And as I swim to you

Or the shimmer that

Rises from the swell

I hear the water’s song

The sweetness of its voice

Which calls to me.

 

In deep waters

I am the one

The swollen ocean

Your well of tears.

In deep waters

I feel the whisper

The words that settle

Like destiny.

 

In deep waters

In deep waters

In deep.

Silhouettes and Shadows

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creative, Love, poems, poetry, verse, writing

You came to me in darkness,

A landscape mapped in silhouette;

Shadowed valleys in which I bathed my eyes

Before the gentle rise took me up

To mountain’s glorious peaks,

And I felt my sightless hands reach out

Their fingers reading landscape’s contours

Like maps of Braille,

Tracing an image of perfect beauty

Behind my eyes,

And into this vision did I dive

And felt the chasm open up,

Its welcoming warmth swallowing me

Moist and tender

Embracing me like winter sheets;

And as the flowing river ran

And bore me like an infant

From silken shore to silken shore

I felt your gentle fingered touch

Hold me for a while,

And through the darkness

I could see

More clearly than before,

As two as one we swayed in time

Beneath a plum-kissed sky.

 

Casual Hands

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creative, fantasy, Memory, nostalgia, poems, poetry, thoughts, Truth, verse, writing

I remember

The Sun on our backs,

Shirts tossed aside

Like gum

Deserted by its flavour

Which hung on our lips

As bitter-sweet future memories,

Ones we could as yet

Not see,

Nor wish to have

On endless days,

Days which built the frames

From which we’d have

The clearest view

Or merely hang,

Clothed in success

Or failure

For all to see,

Not realising that, as

In childhood’s garb, we pass unnoticed

So our shadows would fade

In time’s relentless passage.

I remember

Days that stretched far

Beyond the hours

Swept aside by casual hands,

Days in which the rooms held promise

And the ceilings were so high,

And my hands held

All that I knew,

And I forget the things

I buried in the yard

Hoping that they would stay

Beneath the earth and rock,

Not realising that their ghosts

Like the silence of the night,

When even the sweetest dreams won’t rise,

Would haunt the shadows

That I could never set free.

I remember

A Sun that burned

Only in tales

That I’d wished were true.

Shame

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creative, faith, lyric, poems, poetry, religion, Truth, verse, writing

I will come here,

As if I’d never left,

See the ruins,

The things your hands have done.

I will watch you,

As if you’d never seen,

Blind eyes open,

The curse of will you chose.

 

And shame will fall on me,

Shame on my very name,

And tears will fall like pearls,

But never drown what I have done.

Yes, shame will fall on me,

Shame on my very name,

But all these gifts I gave,

Won’t free me from the things you’ve done.

 

See you kneel,

And speak to me in tongues,

Hear the words drop,

Like poison from your lips.

Say you take them,

Like jewels out of my mouth,

Can’t take them back

The words another wrote.

 

And shame will fall on me,

Shame on my very name,

And tears will fall like pearls,

But never drown what I have done.

Yes, shame will fall on me,

Shame on my very name,

But all these gifts I gave,

Won’t free me from the things you’ve done.

Rhythm and Rhyme

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Crrative, hope, inspiration, Love, poems, poetry, Rhyme, Rhythm, verse, writing

If you’ve got the rhythm

I’ve got the rhyme,

If you’ve got the motion

I’ve got the time,

If you’ve got the down beat

I’ll write the line,

So lay down the feeling

And I’ll make it mine.

If you’ve got the passion

I’ve got the doubt,

If you start a fire

I’ll put it out,

If you’ve got the vision

I’ll make it shout,

So break out the matches

And see who’s about.

If you’ve got the spirit

I’ve got the soul,

If you take the wheel

I’ve got control,

If you take the fast lane

I’ll pay the toll,

So throw me the pieces

And I’ll make the whole.

If you’ve got the ocean

I’ll stir the tide,

If you own the centre

I’ll hug the sides,

If you’ve got desire

I’ll be the bride,

So kick-start your engine

And I’ll pick the ride.

If you’ve got the notion

I’ll help it grow,

If yours is the calling

I’ll take the flow,

If you’ve got the movement

I’ll take it slow,

So beat out your rhythm

And I’ll hum it low.

If you’ve got the rhythm

I’ve got the rhyme,

So lay down the feeling

And I’ll make it mine.

The Prize

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creative, lyrics, poems, poetry, Prize, writing

I see you shine for everyone

I see you in the light

Cast me in your shadow

A dead star in the night.

 

Waiting for the sacred moment

The touch I used to know

A fragment of your love

Enough for me to grow.

 

And I’m just left here wondering

Would you still walk on coals,

Lay yourself wide open

Or simply cross the road.

 

Because you’re the prize

Yes, you’re the prize

That I could never hope to win,

Because I’m the prize

Yes, I’m the prize

That you could never hope to win.

 

The mirror mocks my watchful eye

Sees things I cannot see

The look behind your eye

I think was meant for me.

 

And I’m just left here wondering

Would you still walk on coals,

Lay yourself wide open

Or simply cross the road.

 

Because you’re the prize

Yes, you’re the prize

That I could never hope to win,

Because I’m the prize

Yes, I’m the prize

That you could never hope to win.

 

Because you’re the prize

Yes, you’re the prize

That I could never hope to win,

Because I’m the prize

Yes, I’m the prize

That you would never wish to win.

No Epitaph

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creative, Duality, Epitaph, Honesty, poems, poetry, thoughts, Truth, verse, writing

A life lived less seriously,

With perspective slanted,

Or perhaps not,

A view more allied to the needs of others,

Yet flippant and irreverent,

Charged with the wit of the ages,

The omniscient eye,

Objective and calm,

With a mischievous glint,

In equal measure both,

A panacea and an irritant,

A wind that blew in,

And left without farewell,

Its legacy of lightness,

A smile behind the eye,

A touch that I was glad to know,

That stays with me,

Illuminates my darker days,

Not so much an epitaph,

It’s just that sometimes,

I think of you,

That’s all.

Cities – 3

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creative, faith, history, poems, poetry, verse, war, writing

I stand

Stand on the high ground

The victim of

Your disease,

I watch

Watch with a glass eye

As you destroy

What you once made,

I see

See with perception

The jealousy

That you deny,

My limbs

Limbs you have shattered

That held you once

In my heart,

Your hands

Hands of destruction

That turned from me

On a whim,

I fall

Fall on my own sword

A victim of

Your designs,

I cry

Cry as the guns sing

A broken shell

To breath no more.

New album Echo available at SoundCloud

Because I have enjoyed listening to the music of this (sadly) obscure Swedish band for many years here is post about their new album which is on Soundcloud.
Have a listen…you never know.

The Search

Listen to the new The Search album Echo at SoundCloud.

The Search – Echo (2017)

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