tragedy strikes
when you cannot find
that tenth word....

well it has been nice having a break from your scintillating company
the endless chatter of angst and anguish that you dish up with monotonous regularity
those barbs of no consequence and idle blithering
picking, picking, so annoying
rather enjoying this absence of negative self talk

@journeyofdays

when the dust settles
you really want to find
hope

@journeyofdays

hope* is it there
your fingers
searching
feeling
through debris

@journeyofdays

debris drifts
crunches underfoot
hauling yourself out
to reach
after

@journeyofdays

1

sky disintegrating
more wreckage
I can see it coming
after fall

2

displaced
detached
gravity no longer
after fall

3

fluttering flames
orange and yellowing leaves
briefly blaze
beauty disappeared
decaying
after fall

4

nothing remains
we stand unwavering
having seen the kingdoms
reduced to dust
after fall


5

parched soil
repelling rainfall
it runs away
lost to drought
after fall


6

do you really know
what happens
to our souls
the essence
after fall



@jobiranyc and @journeyofdays

time for quiet revolution
now past
thinking has returned
again

think me a fool
I will not blindly follow
again

pendulum of natural law
is making the return trip
again

unlikely warriors
unlikely allies
His will
cannot be denied
again


@journeyofdays

so want to be free of this burden
my personal albatross
a heavy bird with imposing weight issues
feathers of inconvenient proportions
and a growing stench that makes me ill
an unjust sentence
from a trial unheard
evidence given in secret
never tested in the light
my crime, trust
here’s a laugh
what if the bird resurrected
chose you as the new bearer
would it ***** things up
just a little
such an adornment
that would be justice
seeing you recite the mariner’s rhyme

@journeyofdays

we look the same
common, seeking to find what we have in common
feeling that I should try to see you as friend
we share so much
but is that real
feel there is so much difference
now seek to know there is a difference
lest we sink into relativism
the gulf between our minds so wide
not just generational logic
it is more
tension of belief
it is in the weave
the texture and makeup of thoughts
warp and weft manufactured by stranger forces than we can imagine
and now try to un-imagine
so that we are all normalised into the tapestry
we find ourselves placed
our fibres are made of different stuff
elementally
broken down into constituent parts
we are alien to each other
dare to agree with you
and the masks barely hide the truth
allegory lost

@journeyofdays

and then he explained
his story
his journey to this point
and wisdom poured

and as he spoke
he held
the tears of his soul
and offered to take mine

and then he laid
my head
next to his heart
and the healing began

and then he told me
get up
fight back
and your story starts now


@journeyofdays

choosing to be present
submitting to time
breathing in this humility
it will not prejudice the truth
longanimity
revealing  the path to healing

@journeyofdays

my merry-go-round in space recklessly spinning and dipping generating an impending doom
building it’s cyclical appointment with a crash
it ***** at the air
look to the horizon! God! I feel sick
think... think... need to get off
leave this crushing fatigue
but it won’t let me sleep.

#thisjourneyofdays

monuments of proportional tragedies
make national tragedy of monumental proportions

@journeyofdays

When you promised
For better, for worse...in sickness and in health
Did you ever  think worse and sickness would look like this?

Incapacitated by nothing
No obvious illness
No missing limbs
An injury unseen
Just a ****** up mind
And floods of tears

Are you still in? You know for the lifetime clause?
I'm not ready to depart yet
Love me
Fight for me

#thisjourneyofdays

assuming is consuming
relationships in spades
it makes a joke
of gentlefolk
and strips the truth away

assuming is consuming
civility
replacing it with fear
it stops our thought
makes talk fraught
and
...well basically screws  up everything!

@journeyofdays

overachieving at overthinking
an award  I really don’t want
working through a multiplicity of  scenarios
seeing futures that
may never
will never
like my own minority report
jumping at my own shadows
they creep around the fuzzy bits
where the light and dark parry
sparing over territory
for a claim on sanity
or at least where it should reside
and the winner is….


@journeyofdays

so how do we talk
now we have been cast
as enemies
forced to speak different languages
stones tumbling in the dust
forced to dig our trenches
why do we have to stand apart
putting up our barricades
of prescribed  scripts and war cries
three word slogans
babel reestablished in multiplicity
divided by
skin
language
thoughts
have we changed that much
absorbed by ancient lands
empires of ideology
what we once saw through the same eyes
now fractured
framed with barbed wire
torn out and trampled
take my hand
I still have hope
this evil is not ours
we can walk away from this apocalypse

@journeyofdays

can’t tell you what happened
words
there are none yet created
not yet conceived or formed
language doesn’t exist for this yet
don’t know when
or if
this will take time
back me

this now
here
is real
communication by thought
spirit and soul
you can see it now
it rest here
this will take time
back me


@journeyofdays

I want not to care
not to feel the pain
shame
generated by fear

fear that leaves me paralysed
struggling for breath
irrational
still playing games

games in my mind
playing for my soul
future
I want one, back off

@journeyofdays

through the strength of bonds

quiet talk across channels

when we need to say more

yet nothing comes

longing glances and meaningful sighs

we know who were are

and what we have become

@journeyofdays

it is just us
always has been
even before names
were whispered into being


@journeyofdays

birthday initial
what does this day mean
life
have lived
time passed
willed to be
heart beats
I did not die
you did not **** me
but now I am different


birthday changed
mourn
the time stolen
people lost
stillborn opportunities
littering the trail
the what ifs that linger
birthday, yes it is different now
that person no longer lives here
there is someone new
flying before running
running before walking
time is different here

@journeyofdays

faeries are beautiful
but wicked creatures
their craft and skill
beguiles and deceives
much like your hand and tongue
well practiced with lies
wrapped in the finest silk and embroidered with gold thread
ethereal in this  poorly lit world
where identity is fluid
and man bargains for his soul
trading it for winged creatures
that offer nothing but sparkling dust
and an immortal hangover
we have lost the plot
sold it to the highest bidder
and gambled our souls
in a land of faeries

@journeyofdays

out of this experience
comes
something different
strangely beautiful
bloom

@journeyofdays

there was fire
there was storm
then there was
...bloom


@journeyofdays

floating in soft light
moving through webs
suspension
towards bloom

@journeyofdays

easily missed
little signs
pinpricks of light
pointing to
bloom


@journeyofdays

with tears
come deltas
impossible colours bloom
across memory landscapes

@journeyofdays

I can see
it bloom
so hard
but worth it

@journeyofdays

there is more
new lights
they are on
now bloom

@journeyofdays

painful this  journey
now exotic flowers replace tears
and
bloom

@journeyofdays

light is gentler now
ground soft
allowing
life
to
bloom

@journeyofdays

the die cast
path walked
steep
new vistas
now
bloom

@journeyofdays

from your perch, the throne of bones and rubble
your prized real estate
scraped up from the wreckage of failed relationships
and immoral battles you have waged

from that height, sitting on your throne of bones and rubble
do you deign to think of those slaughtered
through your witless actions
and opportunistic smiles

is the view worth it?
does the stench reach your refined nose?
do the maggots tickle your toes?

bones and rubble have a memory
they tell stories
even if the colour consultant you hired
has done such a wonderful job redecorating
your false stories

@journeyofdays

breathe one
calm and centre
breathe two
lift head, a smile
breathe three
nod in acknowledgement
breathe four
what’s his name again?
breathe five ...
speak social niceties
breath six...breathe seven
this was a mistake
breathe eight
leaving
breathe nine ….breathe ten
will try again…
later
#thisjourneyofdays

it lies around my feet
bits of timber that once connected
connected us
our lives
our loves
good times
and struggles

they should have been stronger
these timbers
now I know the grain only ran one way


left untended
neglected
crumbling into obsolescence
connection lost
friend lost
and there is now no way back along that bridge
it has been crossed


splinters of memories clinging to my clothing and around my shoes
loss
grief
it has been crossed
we cannot cross again
I cannot cross again

@journeyofdays

too late
you discover
that it is hot
and burns

@journeyofdays

to live this moment over what would I do differently?
would it make a difference to the outcome
would you be less ******
would I have kept my mind
would we be bounced along a slightly different path but would up here anyway?

can I do this moment over again?
say it differently and emphasised more ...or less
not reacted ...or perhaps exploded
would the outcome have been different?

if we lived this moment over.....
would you be less ******
would I have kept my mind
would we be bounced along a slightly different path but would up here anyway?

can I do this moment over again?
if I had never said ....or said I something more
been numb. ...or felt something more
would the outcome have been different?

is the trap of fate real
we can't really escape
the alternate path would bring us to this point because....
that's the point
there is only one moment in time
it was always going to happen this way.

#thisjourneyofdays

what happened
I can’t remember
    the time when...
but I know how it felt
I feel it now, some of it lingers, twitching around behind my eyes
then, there is warmth...I know you ... you were with me
     I remember that part

@journeyofdays

held down
beneath the water
no fight left
I let it take me
metamorphosis
now there are gills

@journeyofdays

knocked down
rolled in dust
left bloodied and beaten
I stopped breathing
metamorphosis
now there is steel

@journeyofdays

cut off
plunged into dark
unable to move
I lost my voice
metamorphosis
now there are words

@journeyofdays

shackled by pain
locked up in my mind
deep cold
I had no name
metamorphosis
now there are trumpets

@journeyofdays

storm of red
rages on
battering
scouring
terraforming my soul

@journeyofdays

so very close
I can feel you breathe for me

@journeyofdays

"we were all asleep in the anaesthetic of the lies that are generations old"

complicit
we now search the floor for the pieces of our soul
the parts that blew apart when we
saw
heard
then knew
the truth of our circumstance
and the course we were on
and we still said yes

"we were all asleep in the anaesthetic of the lies that are generations old"

complicit
we sang the patriot’s hymn
danced with the war machine
followed our orders
lived
nearly died
and saved our brethren
anesthetized to the horror
they knew we would live

"we were all asleep in the anaesthetic of the lies that are generations old"

complicit
no longer
we are now awake to the lies
and drama
not of our making
no longer game pieces
in global board games
faceless men play with
innocent lives

"we were all asleep in the anaesthetic of the lies that are generations old"

complicit
in truth
the reality of our now
we choose life
restoring our heart
to work in the harvest
our generation makes this stand
one life to make His mark
on a century of souls


@journeyofdays

hermetically sealed and clinical
no possibility of cross-contamination
pond that does not ripple out from the drop zone
no casualties
soundless termination point
no collateral damage
dream on
rot stinks
tentacles run wild
roots run deep
connect across plains
sticky webbing covers everything
rewiring history
how do you make that happen
reality
a massive clean up job
this redemptive task
crime does not exist in a vacuum
there are consequences


@journeyofdays

when it is better left
unsaid
undisturbed
covered in dust
you know, you just have to look
that story is never finished.

@journeyofdays

when great effort is made
keeping you from
people who know
places with memory
stories of discovery
truth
you find a way
that story is never finished

@journeyofdays