#179 (a flat world)

ideas being quenshed

before they even set a fire

to our imagination

unconnected sparks

dancing around jaded amygdalas



we were everything

you needed us to be

and nothing we ever wanted

to become

blind obedience

as we shackled our free will

to the dogma of superiority

sheep, whetting our butcher’s knife


the time for tenderness

was gone and buried lay

the corpses of our lost innocence

rotting under cruelty and ignorance

the bed we made to lie on

all tooth and nails

and the flame of kindness

reduced to a flicker


the dark ages are

just a stone throw away

always ready to emerge

and smother the present

so feed your light

tonight

 

 


11th August 2017
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#178 (symphony of speed)

raindrops running

a race on the scratched window

between places

I’d become a wire

live electricity coursing

through my fibres

my nerves ablaze

grey clouds mirrored

on the paper

I’m writing on

blended into

a symphony of speed

hills and valleys

appearing and fading

background becomes

the centre of my attention

thoughts sliding in and out

of time

like the blinds sliding down

one droplet won the race

and plunged into the ground

trickling into the tracks

like the memory of a train ride

was seeping into my mind

7th August 2017

#177 (traces of lavender)

grey puddles

taunting his wet ankles

splish-splash

the droning of constant

rainfall blocking out the

soft vows he whispered

in the sweetest of embraces

traces of lavender

rekindling the memory

of that night under the stars

when all the lights had seemed

to dance for the two of them

the full moon their witness

cirrus clouds crowning cheerful heads

 

24th July 2017

 

#176 (what the moon taught me)

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The clouds taught me

to wander in quiet

the wind taught me

to be calm or strong when needed

the rain taught me

to release pressure

the sun taught me

to become the center of my universe

the stars taught me

to shine a light for others

the moon taught me

that life moves in circles

 

23rd July 2017

#175 (basic laws of magic)

call upon

what you need

feed the things

you want to keep

honor your elders

the living and the dead

do no harm except

to protect yourself

write your name

into the wind

and the waves

let the wild

seep into your life

permeate your being

see beauty in every shape

in every colour

it comes

be beautiful yourself

 

22nd July 2017

A little note on my use of the concept of beauty: it is far from aesthetically pleasing, but describes the things, 
or people that are breathtaking, sometimes extremely ordinary and often neglected. My concept of beauty is probably
closest to the one, Margaret Wolfe Hungerford may have described when she wrote "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"

 

 

 

#173 (darkness pierces every corner)

the ones you lost

have now been found

riding like mad

a merry-go-round

the one to hell

and back, my dear

don’t fear the reaper

for she’s near


the gift of life

the prize of dying

we grind and toil

and keep on trying

three wishes granted

if you dare

mischievous fairies

they don’t care


beyond the place

of broken bones

of broken dreams

and thunderdomes

the abyss-born is rising fast

from oceans wide and mountains vast

she wields her scythe

she tears apart

each fiber of our beating hearts


our darkest lady has arrived

her voice cuts deeper than a knife

inside the ashen halls of fate

where gods and demons were betrayed

she’s sipping from the holy grail

black dress, silk mask, a flowing trail


wide eyes so bright

red lips so lush

she rules the night

be still now, hush

as everything falls into place

and darkness pierces every corner

you might turn mad touched by her grace

and everybody left a mourner

 

20th July 2017