I am running Running as fast as I can Heart pounding, lungs burning Scurrying through the undergrowth Frantically dodging and stepping I am frightened Oh, so frightened For they are close now So close Seeking me out But then Then there is a second A breathless second of calm Have they lost the scent? Trembling, I hide I close my eyes and imagine Imagine I am home Home with you, my love Safe and full of life Comforted by y...
I think I get caught up in others To avoid my own reflection. When self-doubt and depression smothers I’m called for decompression. I think I get caught up while they swim in despair While tears fall steady and slow And not all moments should be shared When others tend to lose control. My own goes in a windowed box Where the cycle will rarely cease From the inside it locks And breathe slow when others find peace. Watching...
Breathe in peace, that’s what they say, to reduce anxiety, better yet, take a holiday. Imagine a white sandy beach, oh, I've done that before. Closing my eyes, all I see is a door. Daring myself to open it, greeted by Munch’s Scream. Why is stress like a very bad dream? I slam it shut. I prefer it that way. Letting tension manifest in my body, erupting out in illness someday.
Fingernails diving deep, into the flannel green. Picking up the puzzle piece, the one we’ve never seen. Feeling the rough edges, cardboard corrugated. The colors and shapes match, much anticipated. Adjoining touch, press. Angles instantly click. The image becomes clear, our own bailiwick. Blind-sighted so many times, dreams perhaps our foes. Being in the moment now, fears and worries, dispose. A bird's eye view of decades...
I wish you were made of starlight. Or found with fireflies. I wish you were right And my mind wouldn’t lie. I can do a fair amount of CBT To rework the script in my head But it will still treat me unfairly While I lay in bed. On days you drown yourself in doubt And call on me to deconstruct your brain And we hang out for hours talking about How our brains like to accept the blame Those are the night the lies are soft and...
Yet another scribbled entry in this diary of lies, Paralysed, in this pseudo world of one. Whispers, whispers of near-naked misunderstandings, Sometimes hard to breathe through invisible tears. Safe, warm worlds under cold silken sheets equals, Dream. Curled uptight, yet tap-tapping on the smeared glass. Morning shadows flicker through swollen tear stained eyes, To enlighten, or darken, my first thought, On this, the firs...
In comes the wind and Illuminati touching my skin sleeping naked in unadorned metaphors echoing serenity no time for gauchos or cowboys on the Pampas escaping the whispers of makers and takers and near-illiterate listening to the sounds as the coffee drips embracing my reincarnation in comes the wind and Illuminati.
I thought I'd write a poem, I imagine it can't be hard, A few words that ebb and flow. Something avant-garde. Should it be a story? Write about a war? Something quite original, That's not been done before? What about a work of peace? In praise of friends, not foes? Now let me think, where should I start? I'm sure that I don't know. Oh wait, I know, A host of golden flowers! Chanced upon? But no, That would take me hours....
If I could write a poem, I’d celebrate her style How roses blush in envy, At the radiance of her smile. As I sit in awe, just watching Her form, aglow in silken white. Now she waits, in peace and loveliness For her chosen, loving knight If I could write a poem, I’d fill it to my own delight Perfectly adapted so I could be That bold and blessed knight. Our hands they’d clench together Our hearts would mingle too No matter...
Snips and snails And puppy-dogs’ tails. Asleep, compliant, Momentarily silent. Dreaming of nips? Or plates of chips, Plus yogurt drops, And paddle pops? Defined. Ironic, dude You love sweet food; Sugar and spice, And all that's nice. That grin, your grin, Happy in your skin. Lock in feeling hearty, Past this birthday party. Smile, sit, crawl, toddle. You; your own role model. We don’t want peace to last, “Why?” is never i...
Late night, not sleeping Awake, thoughts keeping My head from finding rest In bed’s embracing nest, Ev’n though my pillow’s soft In midnight’s quiet loft. So, lotus sitting, chanting OM… I let my Self begin to roam. Recalling that it’s been said, That astral beings, blithe or dread, Will come support your karmic need Whether healing – or to make you bleed. Imagine if I give the call, To find if Earthly body’s all? I becko...
Waking from my slumber, my eyes open Grateful darkness isn’t yet complete Staring out the window as despair creeps in While my vision skews the lights from the street. There was a time when things were much clearer A happier existence ere lights blurred A calmer, simpler time, and oh so sweet That stage of life before the dark occurred. Once all the sights before my eyes of blue Were awe-inspiring, lofty, and sublime But...
If I could write ten thousand words My soul would be at peace. All the secrets inside my mind Laid bare upon the page Waiting for the reader To soak them up like sun. I imagine how I would inspire Those who stumble on my words In hopes of making someone feel The emotions I wrote about. If I could change one person’s view Or have them understand my dream Then my work would not go to waste. Though I want to tell my story I...
In a place where quiet is found, And nature reigns supreme, Serenity finds me. By the warming glow of a campfire, The flapping of a bird's wing, Hum of happy alpaca, And rustle of a gentle breeze in the trees, Restore my soul. I am at peace, Lost within myself, Overwhelmed by dreams. My imagination blends. Reality is overtaken. It is only then That I truly awaken, My eyes seeing for the first time The beautiful wood nymph...
In exhausting dreams, There is no solace, no peace In unconsciousness, There is no escape; fears release Thoughts morph into demons, Stalking, Watching, Preying, Panic sets inAs courage weakensWalking, Running, Sprinting As claws dig into flesh No turning back The wound is fresh Howls form into words “In your imagination, you are free” Lies and deceit That is a guarantee For demons never let you rest Waking or asleep Impr...
