My love, transcendent of your infectious grin, your smooth skin
or the delightfully surprising strength your hands possess
is ongoing, fervent
A votive, held with ease, void of vanity,
transcendent yet still of conversation,
emotional and moral connection.
It binds, like a covenant amongst the devout,
like the fearful in doubt.
It is, omnipotent, virile
and as you struck a chord in the hearts of many before,
so will you strike me dead
'Though on, I hope, to evade the noose yet still tie a knot with rope.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
When I write a song,
how can it truly live if all I do is sing it to the wind.
and though the fuchsia of the poui may sway in time,
the rigid roots curl up their toes in excitement
and the kiskadee and the blue dove too, cease their chirping in reception,
My song cannot take its first breath until it touches your heart
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 6:08 PM UTC
Worse than the cries of grown men turning me fearful
Is the silence of the night
Worse than the shrills of executed people
Is the calm before the great fight
Coming to terms with being confronted by what I cannot face
Resigned to the fact, this could very well be my final resting place
So with the inevitable engagement close at hand
logic would discard panic, to formulate a plan
And if I am the one who lay
Whenever the smoke might clear
Let the one standing tall know
Of him, I had no fear
Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 2:00 AM UTC
On the marshy banks of the river temptation
I grow shorter, sinking deeper into indulgence
I want to dive in **** exposing my true nature
but yet, over the fog, across the ripping currents of conformity, I see him.
The man I yearn to be and fear stricken for failure I pull at my legs and pull at the vines and shovel at the swallowing mud consuming me deeper into reality, further from the man I see across the torrent.
Well postured, with a bright smile, a warm wave and a full head of hair
and it is with the image forever branded onto my cortex that I sink in defeat at the seemingly impossible distance between us.
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 9:34 PM UTC
You held my hand with love
as we strolled down the way
Peripherally, i saw wings up above
nothing said, but all to say
As we strolled down the way
frolicking children flourished the air
Nothing said, but all to say
Engrossed in them as we prepare
Frolicking children flourished the air
not far from my bed
Engrossed in them as we prepare
no longer filled with dread
Not far from my bed
peripherally, i saw wings up above
No longer filled with dread
You held my hand with love
Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 10:43 PM UTC
I find solace in the melody of the bamboo.
Awaiting the chorus of sunlight
ripping through the canopy
onto the dry leaf strewn clearing caked by the broil of the maker.
All the while a few rebels dance in a cyclone
adding value in their non-conformity to an almost perfect landscape,
a landscape only blemished by tyre tracks, a harsh reminder of the hands of humans in every facet, crevice, orifice, every jar of this earth.
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
Fear not of man
for men die
Fear not death nor the coming tide
Fear not the tide
for it is inevitable, nature
so embrace it indubitably
Fear not doubt
for uncertainty breeds panic
Fear your ignorance
for such is without limit
Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 9:02 PM UTC
Men are haunted by the vastness of distance and time
and so we ask ourselves,
Will our actions echo across eternity?
As I dig deep, deep within my soul
I come up empty handed
The deep abyss has taken its toll
All my strength disbanded
As I tumble into a free fall
Questions loftily rise
Will I be reminisced at all,
After death closes my eyes?
Will my footprints be cast,
in cement so they may last?
Or in the sands of the seaside
to be swept away by the tide?
Will what I say,
be quoted or become cliché?
Or will it be erased from the chronicle
like all else that is forgettable?
Will statues of precious stone be built in my likeness?
Will my endeavours become myths of greatness?
Will stars be named in my honour,
illuminating the dark forever?
Will my actions ripple for light years and millenia?
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 10:16 PM UTC
Join the ranks of victory,
pArAde through the streets triumphantly.
InHeRent is the thirst for ascendancy.
War is Masked fear, hidden below bravery,
out over Yonder, few are pleased with their destiny.
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 11:07 PM UTC
Friends can turn faster than the tables,
Re-creating the truth, giving birth to fables.
Irresponsibly blaming others for their evil deeds,
Easily bought by the lure of greed.
Nursing the wounds of those they've betrayed,
Eliminating courage from the hearts of those afraid.
Mounting lies on half truths to find alibis,
Yearning for a 'friend' to hear their cries.
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 10:56 PM UTC