Category: Poems

Same old, same old, why am I being tested, the well trodden paths that seek to harass my senses and take away my peace. 
The audacity of the familiar ghosts within, I do not fear you, I almost pity your feeble attempts to overwhelm me. I see you trying to haunt me, same old same old. 
Don’t you know, since I was born I have slept in this house, my heart pulsating with a different beat. 
Every day I am bored by you, same old, same old, the ghosts of my troubled body seeking to entrap me. 
This day as every day I lay the ghosts to rest, my choice is easy. 

Life, life, life

My temptation is to hide away in the looming shadow that reaches out to overwhelm me, to bathe in darkened whispers and to wallow in creeping adversity. I cannot escape the longing to take a taste of the poison, a deadly hemlock, the shade of night that seeks to silence me. Death enticingly calls me by name, offering me an escape, providing me with the excuse I need to obediently retreat and to quietly hide away.
Yet, in my soul there is life still to be lived, a song still to be sung and a canvas to be painted; until my very last breath there is another way.
Do I wait for healing to fall before I return to the fight and to be true, or do I in unmatched colour give what only I can give and stand where only I can stand?
For only then can healing truly flow, as I rejoin the battle and take my place with the thousands who have gone before; every broken breath a wonder, the very heartbeat

Life, life, life

Now is not the time to list a record of wrongs or to be reminded of the ‘wasted’ years of broken promises. Days are short, do not strive by pressing others into tight concealed spaces, cashing in on debts owed against you but, be generous and loving in all your ways. Forgive and then forgive again releasing others from the chains that bind them. Time is short, open doors for others to enter, build that others might live, create spaces where others can laugh and heal. For as generosity overflows you will experience the wind of the spirit flowing, creating, embracing

Life, life, life

It has no right to be here, like an intruder stillness invades my soul. 
To say it overwhelms me would suggest some external calm envelopes me, however the truth is the stillness rises from within, as if tapping in to an ancient well, foundations sunk over many generations. 
How the rain falls and the wind blows, ferociously all around me. Yet, in the moment of greatest contention, a stillness rises, my heart beating in communion with my maker.
 
Life, life, life

Don’t ask me to

Seek success, built on others pain
Dirty dollars bring no gain.
I can smell the money, the stench of wealth
 Death embalmed in glitz and stealth.
Enslaving nations, not for me
Harvesting from the billionaires tree

So don’t ask me to wallow in power,
Adding conquests hour by hour.
On the margins let me roam,
With the lost is my home.
Broken hearts, chaotic story,
On the edge, I’ll find glory.

I seek to live in a different way
Works of service here to stay
A donkey shared with the Samaritan man
Sharing my home with who I can.
Speaking words with a different beat
With the outcast take a seat

A hollow mist and darkened shroud
I sing your name before the crowd.
You’ve believed the lies that see you dead,
So long bowed down…..lift up your head.
I took your shame, stand up tall,
I present my child to one and all.
Don’t let your past steal your song,
I honour you before the throng.
To those in shadows, dark despair,
Embrace the beat that fills the air.

Life, life, life.

I am not frightened to linger, to stay with my own thoughts and feelings, just for a while. 
There is a rawness in the moment I need to embrace, for within the sorrow there is beauty to be found; a friend to be missed and treasure to be discovered. 
To hide from the sadness is to miss the lessons that sorrow brings.
With the passing of time a celebration of life will come…but as each season progresses to the next, the heavens declare…there is no rush. 
It would almost be rude to pretend autumn is spring or winter is summer, so for now I am content, I have made my choice to stay. 
There is beauty to be found, in the moment.

Reaching a conclusion, for all to see.

Re-aligned through eternity

Enjoy the rain.....a sign from heaven
 
A completed canvas, number seven

"Whoa"!! It’s showering sevens, all around, 

The drumming rain....a perfect sound.

Finding peace, fulfilled, at rest

Drenched in sevens, you are blessed. 

How long was I asleep for?
It seemed such a long time.
I didn't even notice I was sleeping, there was a normality to my distant ways?
Even in my waking moments, I was drifting away on ocean currents, alone in my world of none engagement.  
Wake up, Wake up! shake off the ashes of disappointment, where cremated dreams were dead and buried.
Wake up, Wake up! look beyond the walls of self protection and fan the flame of inner passion.
A lion is roaring, a strength is rising, a heart is beating
Life, Life, Life

O to be fluent in the language of silence.
The still small voice in a raging storm,
A broken heart in a crowded room.
To pan a river, discovering gold,
Promoting others, young and old.
Discovering treasure in the map of life,
The pearls that form from pain and strife.
A rhythm of hope amidst the throng,
The language of silence is my song.

It’s time to live again