Sometimes you scare yourself
And think
That this couldn't possibly be true
It's too big
Something must be amiss
(Even if the truth is,
The only thing wrong
Is thinking that it must be)
But if you sit and think
With your heart open
From within,
You'll feel a surge inside you
As the memories tumble out
And you'll see,
The way I see it,
That no one has ever gone
As deep within you
As I have
Or you have
Within me
So stare those fears
In the face
And remember
No matter what the fears may tell you
I know you
And I love you
Friday, April 30, 2010
I Know You
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, The Stuff that Lasts, Weapons of Courage
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Hailing
A whisper,
A cry
And an endless
Empty sky
Chills the soul
And melts the borders
A hopeful dream
A wish
A sweet longing
To just exist
Beckons slowly
Across the waters
You wouldn't exist
If words did not
Even in action
Not least in thought
Another lost soul
Among the drifters
Seaweed
And whirling gulls
Painted shores
And painted hulls
As pictures go,
Perfect…
Reminders.
A desperate call,
A forgotten word
A curling wind
That blows seaward
Evanescent,
Just vapours.
As never before
And never again
Like the passing of
April’s rain
The thought blinks once
And disappears.
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, Angst, Thirty Days of Poetry
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
I Will Seek You Where The Lost Can Be Found
An angel-gargoyle poem... to be read as three poems - "Where The Lost Can Be Found" (right of midpoint), then "I Will Seek You" (left of midpoint) and lastly, "I Will Seek You Where The Lost Can Be Found" (whole lines).
| If you get lost, | Lost in the void, |
| I will seek you - | In the darkness, |
| Pull you back from that place | Where fear and anger fester, |
| Even if it means | I wander alone - |
| Long, tough, tired days | With nothing to show for it |
| I am hopeful of | The future, |
| Our future, | A bright light |
| Which shines | Through the fog, |
| With a glory to awaken all that | Is dead, a dying husk with no hope |
| You are | And I am too |
| A seeker after joy, of | The truth of all things: |
| Life and existence | Leaves you with questions |
| And a lightness of being | In the strangest of places |
| That can never be taken away |
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, Thirty Days of Poetry, Weapons of Courage
Monday, April 12, 2010
Mystery Isle
The sea swings
To a soft, steady beat.
A calm, exploring wave
Licks the sandy shoreline.
I stand upon the cliff
And stare out to the horizon
And hope,
That my message, at last,
Finds it way to you -
My soul enclosed,
As my heart beats in me.
In the absence of you
I sit and wonder,
What would it be
To hold your hand,
To look into those eyes
And lose myself
In the sea of your thoughts.
I see you as I saw you first
Those few days ago -
The ocean rests
In jewels upon your delicate neck
And behind those black eyes,
Silent in their splendour.
Fires burn in the depths of you
A place of hidden beauty,
Locked away and kept silent,
A secret part of your heart.
I know not what it is
That draws my heart to you
Only that is so strong -
A force I cannot resist.
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, The Ocean Within Us
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Read Between the Numbers
Floor by floor
Year by year
A magic lantern
Plays here
3
You disappeared. I
Don't know where
There are people,
People are everywhere
None are you
7
The stage is empty, the theatre too
You're beside me,
Both of you, protective, loving
But you cannot protect me
From myself, or my mind
Or shadows that creep through you
Without your notice.
15
Act out
You don't fit in
So go break everything
It isn't worth having, is it?
You fool
22
Such joy
It cannot be
Such beauty as this is
Not possible, one would wonder
It is
23
Emptiness found itself
On a barren plain
And looked over its shoulder
To find nothing there
But air
And dead skies
Please stay
35
Death tried
To claim my soul
And steal it all away
But I still have you to live for
My elf
Is it enough to say
I told you so?
I love you.
50
From here
It came to this
From then and forever
Two hearts that have beat in tandem
Years pass
100
Is it this already?
It seems so soon.
Have we reached?
Where?
There was no destination?
Oh.
Well the journey was nice, no...
Together?
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, Mum and Dad, The Stuff that Lasts, Thirty Days of Poetry, Weapons of Courage
Saturday, April 10, 2010
A Future And A Present
Sipping quietly
You look out to sea
As the sun dips below the horizon
Clouds pass through your mind and heart
Like a swarm of locusts
I miss you
And the fear
It was so different
So unfamiliar
I'm not scared
Not of you
Not in any way that means anything
I am a cloud lost on your breath
Waiting for you to blow me on
Suck me in
Breathe me deep
Never let go
And there's nowhere
I'd rather go
Than deep inside of you
To the forest hidden
In the folds in your eyes
See that tower
See the walls
See that moat
Obstacles?
They're nothing
Empty verse has slung itself across the stars
In search of meaning
And never found a resting place but here
Vaporous
But golden
Silent
But full
You are whole
Though you don't yet know it
The world has taken it from you
But it was never theirs
They cannot have it
This soul is mine
And I am hers
The ocean rises to meet
Your parted lips
The hint of a smile
A crinkled eye
Lost in time
It's been years
And still it stands
No ice upon this water
No desert either
Full and vibrant and beautiful
Your hair is gray now
Mine too
And I still long to touch it,
Hold it
Breathe it in
I long for you
Like I did before
Dragons perched upon clifftop
Aware of what they are
Who they are
And who they've been
Who they might become
We are whole
And wholesome
You are
Don't stop
Don't hold back
There's life in here
Somewhere
Yours
And so we flow
Like endless currents
Returning ever
To the point where this began
While stars collide and die out
Music stirs
The strings in me
Pulling at the edges of my heart
Wrapping it
Like a little present
To be given freely
To the one I love
You
There's no snow upon the tree
But Christmas came early this year
And never left.
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, The Stuff that Lasts, Thirty Days of Poetry, Weapons of Courage
Friday, April 9, 2010
These Ties That Bind
This string is a tie
That binds
Two beating hearts
Across no distance
But fearful minds.
It's a reminder
That the frailest of things
Can mean something
Can even be broken
And survive
With a little love and care.
This string is weak
And could be broke
With one tough yank.
(Though, isn't that true,
Of most everything?)
This string could be strengthened
By chording around another
And each is stronger for the other.
This string is pink
And this is blue
Like midnight over a sleepy ocean.
It's a reminder:
There is a tie that binds us
That isn't even physical
And cannot really be broken
Even if we try.
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Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, Thirty Days of Poetry, Weapons of Courage
