Compassion of a mortal, soul of an Angel

Modern times where kindness is in ration
We‘re all looking for a wide range of compassion
People sitting on top of their own domain,
In generations, the self-fish will remain,
Spreading in a world full of noise and hate
I just put reality, in to words that can translate.

Don’t look back in pain, anger or regret
Go with the gut, seek out the missing outlet
One chance, one choice, be very wise
Time’s too short to live by disguise.

The lessons in life react when quiet
Tune out the noise, release the riot
Don’t listen to the negative and sour,
They’re scared you’ll make your finest hour.

Thoughts are thoughts, the character is true,
Show compassion to me, I’ll show it to you
That niggling passion, go see it through,
Overall message, live for what you’re destined to do.

Out of the Hell-Mouth

Hunger for the days
Appearing in waves of emotions
As tears is to the eyes.
No need to plead for absolution
Forgiveness earned through torturous hours
Spent crying and weeping,
Bruising knees in surrender and attempts
Of escapism.
Born again as the stars align for the annual celebration
The lights always seem closer
Almost within reach to play and dance
To spin in the palm of hands
Watch in wonder as it shines and flies free.

Night transforming from foe,
Dark an ally, no longer a friend of fear.
Trust in the situation to which you sleep
Lighten the head that rests to the pillow
For it is yours now.
Control relinquished from the mouth that wretches the soul
Gravitating your will towards a deep cavern
Who swallows and devours.
It no longer swells inside you
lying dormant though holds no threat.
Part of you feels attached to the entity
Empathising the sadness of its defeat
But aware of its dogginess
To return and abandon its slumber, hungry.
Don’t be afraid
The self-made demon can’t touch you no more
Time now to live with a certainty to choose
And a freedom of celebration.

Dreams

Dark shadows stretch out where I lay,
A calm warmth surrounds where I slept,
Making adjustments between night and day
A thousand times, I’ve laid here and wept

Eyes half wide, checking my life’s place,
Feelings of content without any cares,
My dreams are a sanes person’s reality,
My reality is people’s kind of nightmares

Look forward to the night, a place to escape
Where happy memories bubble and ferment,
During the seemingly split second break,
An awaken alarm feels like torment

Nerves in stomach from hitting the pillow,
Looking forward to sleep, but not waking,
An invisible nights story lights up my life,
Awoken from peace, anxiety in the making

Another paradox of this infinite cycle,
A taste of something pure that never stays,
Wish this reality would switch around,
Where peaceful nights, turn into peaceful days

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

Transition

The grey imakes a becoming change,
Where it was dark, there’s now light,
The future wasn’t written just blanked out,
From dense and heavy to very bright

The journey from the dark came with struggles,
Obsessions came with their own withdrawal,
Finally breaking free liberated the pressures,
Now able to catch yourself if you fall

Inspiring the mind to keep the flame burning,
Blackness still beckons with a whimpering hand,
Journey from there to here has many obstacles,
You can now judge you! and understand

It’s about being honest and true,
Get out and be proud of how you feel,
Keep your head high and be much more,
Part of being yourself is keeping it real

Thoughts and feelings are now words and verse,
Part of showing the world what you can do,
The personal expectations have been lifted,
There’s no limit to where life can take you

First Impressions

Nurturing is the needle that knots
Emotional scars
Torn carelessly open by insolence
And a near-dormant past,
Arroused by soundless screams
The inner voice reaches out
To the dispassionate shells
Fingering on the heart strings of the scorn,
Though the tune is soft
The notes are true
Inviting ignorance to fall
And a frigid heart to warm.