Sow your seeds in silence
Diligently digging, deep down in dirt
Without expectation
Without bated breath
May beauty grow with patience
Lest haste be met with death
Polite society.
This undercurrent of vague niceties
That aren’t so vague
Those platitudes of the ilk of “we’re fine”
“Everything is ok”
Scream-whisper of hidden, heavy meaning
While their glassy eyed smiles, though wide
Split at the sides
And you know “things” are anything but ok
Yet evermore, the court of common courtesy holds sway
We continue, on and on
Bursting at the seams of polite society
With each passing day
.
There’s a little of you left in me.
It never went away.
It hid behind blood and bone.
digging deeper until
In my very essence
It found a home
How can something so small swallow up so much of a life?
Poem No. 39
He’s the quiet voice
That I need
But can’t always hear
Yet when my being is heavy
He lifts up my burdens
Helps lighten my load
Deep in my heart I feel Him
Deep in my being
He’s always near
When I’m cast adrift by the cruel acts of man
He’s always there to take my hand
To soothe my soul
Quieten my inner turmoil
Others may mock
Make jest, make light of the solemnity of Faith
But my saviour; Our Lord
Him, above all others
Will I never forsake
You have carried me through the deep
Through the darkest nights
My love upon high
My guiding light
Isolated
The world has been forced to take stock
While chaos forces us to remain locked…
Inside.
The freedom of man has been contained
We want to rise
Break free
From our boxes of inhabitation
But can’t, for fear
Of the fall of civilisation
The light
In the darkness, they found me
Though I uttered not a sound
I am the light that binds love to soul
That seeks out sinners to absolve
Suffer unto me the darkness in your being
I will take it into my heart
Light will fill your world once more
As if bearing witness to mans first dawn
A simple promise is all I ask
That you try, every day
To keep a little of this light to light the way
To light the path to righteousness
This is all I ask of you
21 jan 20
None of us choose
Choose to take that first breath
That yell that hails your entrance into this world
In the words of Billy Idol, with that rebel yell
will you cry “more, more, MORE”?
Is your voice
A war cry
Or just…
A mere sob?
What else can you do
but scream
Scream for the world to notice you?
This city .
Sneakily snaking within my veins
Weighing my losses favourably against my gains
In the dead of night she screams my name
No sleep will I get
But this is London
And I’m not dead yet
No title
I don’t know what to say, to you.
I never really have.
All I can ever even think to ask, is
“Are you well?”
Sometimes I am brave and ask you this.
And when you, (with a smile), say “yes”
I’ll always reply
“I’m glad”.
