Life’s lullaby,
I say goodnight to pitch black,
Curl up to a memory,
Long gone but not lost or forgotten. It’s just me,
Tired. Goodnight, there’s always tomorrow.
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Radom thoughts are different than quotables cause…well…they’re random thoughts. Don’t know how to explain it any better. Have a look if you want! :)
By the River
Sit and watch the swans dance
Sublime across liquid time,
Ripples sparkle with dying light,
Edge the night’s winning battle with day,
Waning as it does towards the end
All the while wondering at time lost,
Another echo in the well of lives remembered,
When eyes still burned with amazing grace
As each new dawns golden light broke
Once upon a time, not forgotten but tasted
Instead on tip of soul’s forked tongue,
Not lies at least, embellishments of memory’s fickle grasp
Love’s ghosts, favoured tastes of childhood’s own
Rose-tinted glasses, a hug, a smile, a coy glance
Forever lost in the quickly darkening water,
To surface again only in the glint of time’s remembered waltz,
The dying day’s final kiss bleeding light breaking sharp
Against the deep dark, swans sublime swimming
Cross micro waves of timeless wonder,
When will we next meet again, my heart
Is here when I next visit Kingston-
Upon-Thames.
Night Sky
There’s a heavy honest sadness about the night,
Dark blue to purple bruised rain clouds
Only broken by happy bursts of Mediterranean light blue
Reminding me to smile even though the rain is going to come
Because waking up breathing every day
Is a miracle to be thankful for.
13/07/09 – today
Inching forward towards the memorial services,
And I’m once again over tired, driven
To do pointless extra work because it’s better than thinking
Better than feeling, better than accepting that this week
Next Saturday, is really goodbye.
warfare of the soul
What scares us the most, even so far as to radically alter our morals to defend our fear, is looking around and realising we do not run the world.
Life has moved on, and our beliefs no longer mix with reality, but instead make strange those acts which make us human – our capacity to sacrifice ourselves to, and for, an idea, the ideal that all life is sacred, and only the nature of human shall be the killer.
Only then, un-blinded by ignorance, will we let the brilliance of our minds shine through, and attain enlightenment.
For, as long as we hold our views true and sacred over what we feel and see, we will continue to live as less than animal, surrounded and confounded by this world of self-imposed distraction, confusion and pain.