Two musty men
With Scratches and
dirty hands
Sucking a lollipop
Un-matching socks
strangle his feet
One leaning on his knees
wearing Dunlop shoes
He reads Master and Reality
Sadness worn on their
Foreheads
I need my life to be different, I need for it to be better, I need to make change
As my light becomes dark
I intertwine my words and vision into woven light
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
What is in a prayer?
Are "prayers" a right or a gesture??
Do I have a say whether someone prays for me??
Are "prayers" simply good thoughts??
Am I ungrateful for not wanting someone to openly pray for me, and am I ungrateful for essentially rejecting someones positive intent?
I feel this says more about me than the act.....
The prayer
Or the thought
The intent
To move
To change
You are the thief that
Stole my?
I am not sure what you took
Im done talking
My words fill
your empty vessel
My mind turns
Into the possession
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Lorsque les vérités de l'amour automne ~ When truths of love fall
How the two places in my heart meet.........
L'amour
a baissé
je dérive entre
la lumière
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Love
has fallen
I drift amongst
the light
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Goodbye moon Goodnight sun
Before I share my poem I'd like to firstly thank Paul, through his kindness and generosity he has driven me home from work over the past couple of months. Through this offering I've also been fortunate and extremely lucky to be presented and inspired to take the everyday and make it known....and it is the unknown that remains undone and unfinished....
So it makes me wonder how do you want to be remembered when you die, when your life ends?? Are we the things that we leave behind? Or are the thoughts, feelings and perceptions held by others all that remain?
I hope I leave this world with a little incomplete....a little left behind, a little undone!!
You left the half painted wall
smeared green across
the sky of deep blue
my arms outstretched
I can't reach the places
your half read book
and half played game
the sounds of an unfinished tune
This will remain undone
So it makes me wonder how do you want to be remembered when you die, when your life ends?? Are we the things that we leave behind? Or are the thoughts, feelings and perceptions held by others all that remain?
I hope I leave this world with a little incomplete....a little left behind, a little undone!!
You left the half painted wall
smeared green across
the sky of deep blue
my arms outstretched
I can't reach the places
your half read book
and half played game
the sounds of an unfinished tune
This will remain undone
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