Two Worlds

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age, creative, Depression, hope, inspiration, Love, poems, poetry, Truth, verse, writing

There are two worlds

Inside my head;

One worn weary

Through the spinning

Of millennia

Gyrating ceaseless

And out of control;

The other,

New born as you stepped

Into my view,

Sings with the sweetest

Of melodies

A tune that no Earthly hand

Could pen,

Sets spark to the tinder

That lay for time unending

Dormant like poppy seeds

Awaiting the stirring

Of my soil-soul,

Now alive

And an ancient Sun

Rises with my smile,

A joy that cannot be

Extinguished or defeated,

A joy that brings new meaning

To every moment

Each stretching sinew

Each fleeting thought,

A joy that my deepest words

Could not come close to speaking,

So I shall breathe

My other world

A world in which

To be.

 

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We Kneel

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conflict, creative, Creative writing, faith, history, poems, poetry, politics, religion, Truth, verse, writing

We kneel the same way

You and I

Faces like mirrors

Reflecting the futures

Our plans were made for

Trusting in the benevolence

Of something more

Something greater

Than the sum of all our parts

The wishes that we share

The words whose bloodied kisses

Stain our days –

And for how long need we free

The same words,

Now tired and frail,

Bereft of meaning?

We kneel the same way

You and I

And yet our voices

Never meet.

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.

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.