Category: Poems

                                                
I ride the wave, reaching a crescendo before breaking
Every wave is consistent yet different, always making
Me feel like I want to run away; but stay I must
For the pain is a friend to embrace and trust
Learn to ride and go with the flow
Enjoy the pain and take the tow
I have learnt to ride because the wave will fold
And the pain will leave and deposit some gold
When the next wave crashes by
I have gained some strength with which to try
To ride again another day
For each wave that’s ridden makes a way
Leaves treasure and resolve within my heart
Pains healing touch helps me to start

To live life again

My restless heart, emotionally numb
What distant figure had I become?
Mixing colours, never matching
Always itching, never scratching
The race of life, remote, survival
Airport transfers, no arrival.
I’ve found a space, my heart is calm
Inner peace, oil and balm
The garment fits, silk and lace
Adorning jewels, my dwelling place
Offering, receiving, a friendship hand
Finally settled, my own land

It’s time to live again

The daydreaming child, time well spent
Pursuing rainbows, heaven sent
Dancing with fairies! Let them be
Lost in the clouds, deliberately
Let them wander, they’re not lost
Befriending giants, snow and frost
Exploring beyond, let them go
Mysterious lands you’ll never know
Candy mountains and chocolate streams
Riding rapids, playful dreams
Flying high, a growing world
The path of life, revealed, unfurled
It’s time to live again

Through the generations the curse was passed along 
Until it found a hidden wound to stop and rest upon
Manifesting pungently, the familiar trait was strong
Ancient wells, a deafening scream, a painful, wasting song
The right of access down the line, targeted  and shamed
A vengeful retribution, personally aimed. 
My timid heart, no escape, a spiders web was spun
The spell of generations and I’m the chosen one
Stop, don’t move, stand still, embrace
A very different way
Adopted in a another tribe
To live another day
The familiar curse is broken
Not in the tribal line
New traits, new hope, a compass point
And this shall be the sign
Across the sky a welcome
The Fathers first born son
The inheritance of blessings
and I’m the chosen one

It’s time to live again

Darkest despair, a deep blue cloud
All alone, a misty shroud
An angry curse, a crimson fire
Passionate, cravings, pink desire

Random, obscure, 2 toned thoughts
Metallic gold, cannot be bought
Roaming free, wild and green
Luminous stripes, transparent, seen

Jet black rooms, darkened places
Dazzling smiles and glowing faces
I embrace them all, they belong to me
Colours of life, for all to see

It’s time to live again

Shamed into your religion,
Shamed into working out
Shamed into giving money
Someone else’s shout

I’m free to disagree, 
I’m free to make a choice
I’m free to eat what I like
I really have a voice

What’s good for you is not for me
In fact, it looks much better
When I where clothes uniquely made
They fit me to the letter

Shame be gone, I am free 
To stand out in the race
To sing alone my solo song
This person I embrace

It’s time to live again

Stop telling the story of suffering emotion
The tortuous dripping of layered commotion 
Stop telling the story of closeted pain
An unbridled visit to damaged terrain
Stop falling back, a familiar friend
Profiling scars, the journeys end
Stop re-writing the same old song
Reaffirming the damage, move on, move on

Agree with the healing, the truth, the key
Let the new be seen and free
Agree to grab the unfamiliar you
Extravagant colours, shining through
Agree to be different, an awkward way
A new design from day to day
Agree to speak a healing sound
That ray of hope that has been found

It’s time to live again

DREAMY MORNINGS

There is a place, 3 countries converged,
A sacred place where everything merged.
Not just a co-ordinate seen from space,
But a point in time a holy place.
You must sail the seas to that mystical land,
A journey of faith holding Fathers hand.
Conquering fear and travelling long,
The lessons of life an enchanting song.
 
To the north the Arctic, can you hear the sound
Hidden treasures to be found
To the east a country with a beating heart
The essence of God sets it apart 
And to the west outrageous fun
Every colour of life under the sun
A colourful heartbeat, risk and heat
The point in time where the countries meet.

The Magic of a Dream. 

Oh that I catch that morning dream before it evaporates into the night. 
Oh to allow the mystical language to permeate my waking being, revealing clarity in my journey, way beyond my understanding.  
Learn well, for nowhere in the Institutions of academia can wisdom be gained, like the wisdom offered in a dream. 
Nowhere in the finest Universities can guidance be had to compare. 
No artificial intelligence or humanoid lover can speak into the moment like a dream.
So when waking, linger selfishly in the language of the moment, embrace the emotion, rendezvous with destiny. 
Pay attention, for each dream lesson is personally appointed, may no important truth pass me by. 
Be a good student, embrace the dream and welcome the day. 

Speak Lord, I’m listening

It’s time to live again 

Mind the Gap

Fully present yet,….a frozen heart
An emotional numbness, keeps us apart
Distant normality, mind the gap
Childhood trauma, like a trap.
Shall we dance, my familiar friend,
Dark steps together, the message we send
I’ve accepted the trauma, part of me
It’s not something I have to flee
I embrace my shadow, tear drops fall
My trauma and I standing tall
Me and my friend together as one
Pains healing touch has just begun
There’s a bridge a tender draw
Journeying onward, more and more
Grace to travel, it’s in view
Fathers hand, walking through

It’s time to live again