What do we look for in the eyes of another? Something in them, or something in ourselves; Reflections or intentions? Is it love we seek or freedom from our fears? Hope crumbles under the weight of loss Yet suddenly re-appears. The magic of the seeking mind: Surrendering intellect for comfort; Something new, a master stroke. The artist tires but never ceases New canvas – rare, New brushes - rarer...
The Skin Within
Are you chasing someone else’s dream? Finding footprints everywhere you go The old beaten tracks So scarred by the cracks Of misguided aims to claim. Are you chasing someone else’s dream? Do you form opinions of your own? Built upon the principles you keep Or are they designed In a pensive mind And worn as a wise disguise? Do you form opinions of your own? Are you learning lines to match the role?...
How Often Should a Flower Bloom?
How long does a seed need to grow? When hearts and minds collide And memories are cast aside How long does a seed need to grow? What colours should the petals be? To set the perfect snare And draw upon a lovers glare What colours should the petals be? How often should a flower bloom? Before the hearts decree To let the love run free How often should a flower bloom?
The Decadence of Denial
Memories leaked, tweaked Drown in familiar shapes and shades Fading faster then before. Messages discarded, crumpled by tired hands. Silence aching, taking Finding space to ricochet Cold and vast. Untwist your tongue and let fly Break my spirit, but free your own. Dreams racing, chasing Floundering in elegant decay Fictional distractions seek to temper truth The decadence of denial.
The green sea is beckoning me Under a brooding sky With familiar whispers Triage for a tired mind Bent upon the will to find. The green sea is stalking the blue Marching to meet the shore In pulsing formations Surging forth relentlessly A giant hand pursuing me. The blue sea is painting the sky Dicing the dismal clouds With masterful brush strokes Piercing sirens of the light Draw my gaze upon...