Though I run
And try to flee
Shadows of the past
Catches up to me
Autumn
The time of year
Where the leaves
Escape the claws
Reaching out from the trees
In the wind
Interpretation becomes a feeling,
The Emotions melts the barriers of translation,
Translates to an emotional healing.
Time moves slower
When you’re not near,
Though this is always
There’s hope you’ll appear
A letter, photo or a silent whisper
Reaches out to bring me nearer
Words that touch the soul from the inside,
I feel when you read me, I can’t hide
Emotions felt from written words Transferring to me, thoughts of beauty, love and hurt
Holding hands through the mind,
An invisible rapture
bringing our beings to travel,
and be forever entwined
Sent from my Samsung Galaxy smartphone.
Rainy Days
Though we’re a great distance,
I sense and feel your pain,
So I send some hope up to the sky,
To wash down with the rain
Clouds act as a messenger,
The grey indicates the start,
Of little drops of cheer
That will help an aching heart
So next time there’s a storm,
And you get soaked to the skin,
Remember the hope I sent,
That will heal you from within.
Hold my Hand (listen up)
Born cold, naked, alone and reeling,
External voices give love and feeling,
Assigned guardians protecting the soul from danger,
Only listeners now are the professional strangers,
Comes a time when there’s no understanding,
Racing thoughts free falling, never landing,
A loneliness leading to a fatal event,
Humans need to evolve, to see and prevent,
Exaggerated smiling a mask of pretend,
Pre-planning inside how and when it will end,
False empathy feels the rebound of shock,
Tears fall from deaf persecutors who mocked,
Surrounded by intelligence and warm blood,
Who have time only, for their own emotional flood,
Helplessness binds tight, held with no strap,
Doors of life closing on this too frequent trap,
An unanswerable question the finger of blame,
Just decided somewhere, time to extinguish the flame,
Silence crying out for any intervention,
Signs abundant that displayed the intention,
Too blind to see? Too many to mention,
History won’t reverse for any redemption,
With only benign friends left on the shelf,
No-one to listen, can only turn to yourself,
Which can only lead to a toxic affair,
Ending fatally with a still deathly stare,
From a corse cold slab, made of stone,
Here lies the final image, of feeling alone.
Turned
Falling in love isn’t easy. When you’re dealing with other emotions it can be an unwanted complication. If only we could just embrace it, and enjoy the mystery that is love…
Turned
Love is an echo
a wind that seeks a home extinguishing candles of dejection
lit by praying souls,
Possessing my willing heart
with a harmonious breeze
I need not want for more emotion
as it brings me to my knees,
Shriek out to the world
as love flows through my veins
I’ve never see the sun before
I’ve only lived through rains
Fight, Flight or Freeze
Sometimes panic sets in and you feel yourself sinking in the moment. Before surrendering fight to escape the feeling, don’t get trapped, accept the thoughts, watch them float by and proceed…
Take Flight
I wish I could stop the panic
rendering us frozen,
A shadow cast whole on the outside,
on the inside broken,
A deep pit feeling of relinquishing control – don’t,
It’s an illusion of our creation
convincing the soul to submit to the empty
and collapse,
In this moment flee,
for I know and see,
If the focus diminishes
and the grasp of horns
clutches at the chest
causing the body to surrender
then the fear has won,
Don’t let it, breathe in the pain
and run
