A Calling to the King

They built a house from mud
as summer was carried by the river edge
and desperate snakes haunted the night
autumn fell away
and the low hung darkness choked the space
winter drifted amongst the embers
as silence filled up lungs
spring was released toward star lit nights
while mice shuffled along the outside of dreams
the truth swung from the straw laid roof
moth wings caught the light
as the green of the valley
cradled their hearts

the impossible kiss

The thoughts break the divide
The eyes down turned with pride
The talk is put aside
The noise weaves against the tide
The dark and light collide
The heart aches from inside
My love has been denied

the red bus

I bury my love in Paris
Below the polka dot palace
Where my cousin folds her warmth around me
Capturing my dreams
Of wanting to be here
We listen, as the five bells ring out
Drowning the fire in my chest
We look above our heads
As metal towers over us
Breaking our dreamy state
We follow the sun
As beauty seeps into my being
And I cling to how soon this will become a memory
I watch gypsy's beg for their babies
Holding notes with names scrolled across the crinkled page
And I beg to the earth
To bring back the love
That I buried beneath the polka dot palace

what's love go to do with it

How an image can open a discussion between two strangers.

What is love and are we all courageous enough to fold away the "things" we believe IS love, and become defined by the true essence of what love can be??

Thanks so much to Dave, my new friend on instagram who has a gift of showing a richness and depth in his photos, check him out his username is

bodypiercingsavedmylife

You won't be disappointed. Thanks for reading my poem, and encouraging me to share it....




I love my iPhone 4s
I love my ps3
I love my fast car
I love my manufactured plasma tv
I love my designer branded coat
I love my sparkling boat
I love my multi function romote
I love my stuff, my things
I love what they do for me,
How I look and how I be
When did love become so flippant
Just another word
When did love become defined by object
When love longs for me to look deep in your eyes
And feel you wandering in my mind
Love wants to be in command

I love
I love

I love seeing the moment your heart feels the rays of sun break the flesh
I love how dandelion wishes brush your cheek
I love the warmth of your friendship amongst my clutter
I love your breath upon my soul
I love the crack of autumn leaves under your feet
I love how your music fills my lungs
I love how deep love can take me
I love it's truth
I love you
I love you

truth

 You stand under my shadow

Waiting for me to join you

Cold wind blows

                            Across my faltered ghost

Come back to me you say

                                       Feed on my hunger

Hold Back

The night bird plays the tune
For the short falling day
I am a coward to the night
Covered in its darkness
I whisper under dim light
Weaving my thoughts through the air
As my sadness falls on the tune

Inspired by Gossling

Because the theme of the week has now become the theme of my life I want to share the below poem I wrote when  I heard the song Paper Boat by Gossling, I was unable to find a video to upload but have included a link where you can hear it. It is a beautiful song....

I carved out a boat for you

A boat made of wood

I painted it in the colour of my heart

And stained it with the varnish of truth

The boat will carry you

Upon the seas of my love

Where I will be your current

And I will be your waves

My body will be intertwined in your net

My breath will get caught in your sails

My desire will be tied in your knots

And when you leave my shores

I will be your anchor

That drags heavy behind you

Held fast and buried in the sand

Because my longing wants you to
Stay wrapped in my arms
Forever

http://grooveshark.com/#!/search/song?q=Gossling+Paper+Boat

How love can change your life....

I don't know where to begin. For anyone who actually reads my blog, you would have discovered there is a common thread throughout my poetry.....light/dark. Most of my obsessions have been about the dark, and for years now it has been "my monkey on my back" I have carried this burden of pending blindness, and the fear of what my life will be like.

Enter SABOTAGE, my belief is that if I ruin things before they ruin me than that's alright...THAT is all wrong...

While I have been consumed in darkness I didn't even realise that there was something far bigger in my life...LIGHT, a life full of amazing colour and joy and love.

I want to say say that the revelation came easily but it hasn't, I've missed out on opportunity through avoiding failure and disappointment. I've said no to things because of fear, I've said no to life because I really believed I didn't deserve it. That's reality, we all do it.

However, over the past few weeks, something in a small way has shifted. Something very small but enough for me to just feel different. I believe in love....and I believe if you give it in your everything it can free you on so many levels. It has broken me. But it's broken me in half and I feel my light.

The result has been creation. I will be showing a piece of art at my mothers art show, based around "scattered vision" and how light is so powerful. Thanks Mum for pushing me to see the story in my life. I know you as my mother struggle with my darkness but you have guided me strong and guided me independant and now you have shown me that my life has to create, and if I become half the artist she is I will be happy.

I also must thank my friend Melanie, her friendship has opened my mind to so many creative possibilities, and constantly I am grateful for her. I am constantly taken back to my writing where things seem clear to me, thanks to Melanie for YOU!!! Love your motto in with love-out with love.

I think she may be onto something....

you brush your hand across my heart
as you strip me back
to the seed that rests in my lung


you carve your name
into my wound that you healed
while you whisper your tiredness around my dreams


you hold my hurt
and my weakness in your breath
as you become the calm that clings to my throat


you have shown me love
in the warmth of your touch
as you peel away the darkness from me