A view that speaks

Shoreline paraphrases; peace be with you
even in cold
it has a soul of its own
with therapeutic qualities
that seduces the willing
to open up to its innocence
as beauty unfolds,
Waves
telling stories
of offering forgiveness
to the faces of rock
as their identity
is swallowed by the sea sweep

Pending tides high
as hard places collide
slowly flowing
with grace and compassion,
No competition to the sky
rip, roaring, receding
loud, but with a never ending stillness
captured in time
compensating the storm,
Mysterious and magical streams
passing through the waves
with the freedom of expanse
bringing life
to the sea
as the pebbles dance

Frozen Fruit

Takes a special kind of person
To turn their back on blood
A frozen shell that never breaks
Holding back the emotional flood

Would it spark a bit of love
If we all started to cry?
I feel that chapters been read
The words turning to a lie

You break a branch then climb
Damaging the family tree
Moving to a new orchard
Happy to be free

Never caring to look back
Even though you planted the seed
I guess I’ll never know
If your heart slowly bleeds.

The End.

When family doesn’t want to understand your mental health. When they’ve moved on, remarried and in their eyes starting with a clean slate.

I’ve found you can’t warm the coldest of hearts or change the most empty of minds.

Potential

There is no limit to the present
Choose to die today, it doesn’t end
Choose to live, then life begins,
In moments of silence, time still moves,
Cold surrenders to the warm
Light always pierces dark,
Even underground nothing is buried forever
Nothing is wasted in life
Each breath is counted
Every voice matters and is heard
Each footstep revolves the earth
Laughing makes it a better place to live,
Legacy is moulded from other people’s minds
Revealing truths unknown to many
Exposing ideas which originally had no environment to thrive,
Dormant intelligence and imagination breeds from goodwill
Cultivates to the surface when embraced with love.
Don’t choose to die today
If nothing else, outcry internally
Awake the lost soul from its timidity,
We are shaped to matter
Formed unique waiting to be discovered,
Don’t stay buried
Help shift the earth that encloses with comfort,
There is no limit to the present.

Wings

Wings

No I don’t want to go
Can’t you see it in my eyes?
Too late, the fear has grabbed me backwards,
Rocking my senses,
Encroaching in my mind.
I feel the endless pit in my stomach,
Taste the blood in my mouth,
Physically true and real happenings,
Results of the symptoms of fear.
The only illusion is the dark before me,
And the voices whispering false truths,
Confirming I should be afraid.
To freeze would mean an endless limbo
Of excruciating pain,
Fighting no option, as I would just be punching shadows.
Flight seems to warmly pierce my thoughts.
But where?
I stand alone in body and mind, facing travesty all around,
Frozen in an hellish silence with all hope lost.
Then without warning my shoulders are seized.
Not by claws or talons, more like enlarged fingers attached to strong muscle,
Like an exaggerated humans foot,
Only softer and warm to touch.
A Firm grip lifts me from the cold slab from which I’m perched.
I don’t see the face of my saviour
Only the sound of a force flapping against gravity.
A white feather escapes its host and floats down before me,
Signalling peace and freedom.
I know now I’m being carried to safety,
By my guardian who saw it worthwhile to intervene.

As a passenger soaring upwards towards the light,
I look down to the abyss from which I came.
It still whispers and reaches at its prey,
Seething as it’s fodder takes flight,
Escaping their clutches of seduction.
Something I can only describe as demon makes one last attempt to pull me down to the underbelly of life,
Where confusion and guilt is rife.
It fails, my winged guardian drives up full force,
Sensing the threat of danger from below,
Knowing a desperate monster has no boundaries or honour, to a soul they’ve lost and failed to pollute.
I almost allow myself a smile as I fly away…
And then I awake.
Lied in bed lethargic and mentally exhausted,
Pondering whether this vision was a dream or reality.
I decide not to answer,
Questions of doubt lead to darkness, and I’ve only just escaped.
For now I will sleep, listening to my heartbeat,
And counting my breaths.
As my eyes shut in peace,
The vision of a feather is the last thing I see,
Gently floating in and out of consciousness.

Angels

Spiralling out of control towards armless hands of bones. Flexing finger tips grab to bore at my flesh.

A sunken fever brings false saviours. Hope built and collapsed in flashes of imagery, used to pollute the faith.

Out of nowhere I am caught. Is this reality or another method of torture? Part of the punishment of this realm. No this dream’s real, I am touched by substance wiping my brow, mowing away levels of uncertainty.

I am higher now, feeling cooler above the clouds. A burnt smell furrows my nostrils. Panic sets in as I scour my surroundings. It’s not me but my protector whose caught by the flames. Wings are singed, though the descent upwards doesn’t waver.

The climax wakes me cold.                      As my mind blinks to work through reality, a figure in front of me bows, and evaporates from existence. There was no expression, but this essence produced no fear. Now i know blind faith is real, as Angels have no face, just a presence of hope.

Child of an Alcoholic

Sleeping on half a sofa

Trying to ignore the stink

Shutting out the noise

Of her throwing up in the sink,

That was last night

I came to help my mum

I’m scared now that she’ll die

she’s only sixty one,

A victim of a craving

A drunk slave all these years

And when she shows remorse

There’s vodka in her tears,

I fear it’s nearly the end

All alone, she will be found

And when she’s laid to rest

Alcohol shall pollute the ground.

Treading Water

Choose to climb
and escape the stone walls
that close in
like a dampening breath to the neck,
The goosebumps are real
coldness can’t be faked
neither can the dread which creeps from below,
Move or perish
from the hesitant pause
that captures indecisive minds
freezing the will to submission.
So climb,
Or leave it to fate,
Let go and fall in to emptiness
become weightless in body and mind,
Float down star shaped
with eyes unable to close
as you look upward bidding farewell
to life,
part of the punishment of surrendering to hell,
Light dissolves in seconds
free falling in to darkness
to an eternal expanse.
Deviant whispers from nowhere
keep you from sleep
and peace,
A choice to make,
Fall and drown forever as a prisoner
or climb and fight.