Everything is everyday
on the road that you are travelling
when suddenly the fear sets in
as the edges start unravelling.
All at once you’re haunted
by the spectre of anxiety,
encroaching on perspective
as it manipulates reality.
In panic you start flailing for
the anchors of security,
hoping to recall the things
that formed your personality.
Walking in the places
which before have offered sanctuary
to find the landscape empty
now devoid of that ability.
So I simply keep on walking
In this place I often used to be
hopeful that at some point
I will somehow bump right into me.
The haunting strains that pierce within
Where reality opens and now I’m falling
Towards that place which reeks of death
Where terror stifles panicked breath.
The layers of carefully placed vernier
Overlaid too long the fear
that below the surface, beyond the clowning
the truth may be I’m simply drowning.
as tide rips in and steals my footing
The deafening sounds as waves come crashing
Til I stand with nothing, afraid to see
The empty space that once was me
So faded now I see right through
The strangers face that once I knew
His voice a whisper, no longer clear
as before my eyes, I disappear
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When my last breathe has slipped away,
Don’t plant me where no sun can ever touch my soul,
Amidst the marble tablets engraved with golden font,
as if a name, or dates, or epitaph can capture life,
anymore than a snapshot reveals more than a single moment.
Granite’s strength may speak to some of honour
But for others it simply entombs with expectation.
Creating a place where the guilt ridden forget to visit
or the lost and lonely find they cannot bear to leave.
No, cast me high into the wind when the sun is warm
And the clouds have abandoned the heavens for a time,
Or scatter me on the waves, alive in constant ebb and flow
Ready to carry me away to where the tide becomes horizon.
I need no place to mark that I have journeyed here
for the journey is itself the mark of man.
Waste not the words of honey coated tributes!
Enough to say, as wind or waves animate,
“and so goodbye, to one who sought to journey well,
When sleep eludes, though tired eyes are heavy
and the silent hours of darkness are once more
the place unruly thoughts refuse all pleas to rest
and like unruly children run amok.
When the ticking of the clock becomes the mocking
of the conscious mind refusing to give way
to Morphious, whose gift once more rejected
where the taunt of doubt and failure now hold sway.
Come Thou, whose feet walked once upon the waters
and silenced with a word the tempests rage.
still now, I pray, the storm of inner chaos
and let your light bring blessing to this day.
Inhale, where the air feels freshly salted
and the sandpipers dance above the wind sculpted dunes,
where the clarity of unpolluted vistas
Stretch in distant mystical unfolding,
revealing a startling image of eternity.
See the smile of pink tinged light
breaking through the ominous dark skies
proclaiming once again the promise of the day.
Delight once more in that deep silence
Undisturbed by the breaking of waves or whispering of breeze
Which seem composed for only you to hear,
and In this place of blessing, allow yourself to breathe.
The place where heaven melds with sea
and bleeds her azure hues into its deeps
where drifting clouds of white and grey
Are mirrored on the crest of crashing waves,
This is the place where the still small voice
Whose words of love so often drowned
Is recognised by weary heart
and finds its resurrection
In the song of unfettered joy.
Pitch your tent inside my brain,
though you have no invitation,
intimidate with honeyed words,
precision aimed retaliation.
Don the robes of victimhood,
Snatched from the backs of others
Worn constantly for all may see
As in their folds, the truth is smothered.
And every time I think you’ve gone,
For I worked for your eviction,
More frenzied words from poison pen
That rage again for my conviction.
Until my energy is spent
My cognition all too slow
To realise the upper hand
To simply turn my back and go.