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andy fardell Feb 2014

Worn

The blunted edge played a tune to my mindless stare
In and out my focus waned
Time was on track

My chair had become my prison as the week fell away
The dawn of the tomorrow wanted today
And a tear formed in my sadness

The smile all for show
Cracked
Faded
Worn
Worn like a frock for the masses
And the sheep do follow

So I seek the golden liquid
The one that feeds my thirst
My elixir of life
And
The white hare has won

Till I wake under a new light
Crawl back into the past
Lower my head from the view
Let the shame go on

andy fardell Feb 2014

Empty

My empty mind so full of the past
All lost to the future
Dead to the present
These eyes given blur

Nothing feels me anymore
No pain to gain
Nor thrill given pill
A soul wrapped in anger
Tossed for the waste

Oh the joys of another breath
Feeding these veins so cruel to myself
A sighed voice screams in the quiet
Wake this shout
Fill me

Can you not see the fight in me
It wants to live
It wants to run and shout
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive

Instead I turn my face to a cold pillow
Look away from a world I could love
Let me find the deep deep black
I call home
Leave me
Leave me ....alone

#pain #sadness

andy fardell Feb 2014

The Rise Of The Blue Swan

He hid in the shadows of his life
For the world hurt him and all that he wanted
A mind shattered into the shards of hurt that burned
His skin at the merest thought

The blue swan laid low
Like a sunset hidden in the midday sun
Or a full moon ready in the depths of the darkest hollow
His time would come
The blossom would break and his beating wings would soon rise
For he was the blue swan
His pen ready yet she was hidden in the clouds of his uncleared mind
A mate for his remainder
Their love
His way

Swan so blue please wake from your bitter
Shine like the kindred spirit you had before the storm
Swan of the day
Love of the night
Your future is waiting
So bright is your fire
The day has come for the blue swan to fly
So beat like the earth on the run
Rise to the mountains
Shout to the sky
Fly
Blue
Fly ..

andy fardell Feb 2014

This Sword

It is my ink inlaid with blood that I do write from my heart,I fear not what lays before me I fear not what walls my quill may break. I need no shame in what I write nor feel as my writing will and shall remain so from me and my heart My sword is sharp,sharper than any steel for I need no threat to obtain my feelings,no anger in my voice for only in your mind will I blossom and win the war within ....the peace shall be my Eden

andy fardell Feb 2014

The World Is Broken

We carry on our daily roles
We breath the air
Control our goals
And yet I wonder if we do care
Our world is broken
In despair

I watch the news
It's bitter taste
All this anger
All this rage
No food to feed the poor and needy
Bankers bonus
Hungry
Greedy

Fighting over dust of land
Politicians killing grand
All because a dollar bill
Yen or sterling
All gods will

Blankets hidden
Cold go shiver
Fine the starving
Feed the killer

I believe we've come to far
The world is broken
Self the harm
The world is broken
I'm in tears
Ive seen the future
This my fear

Note ....Having watched the news tonight I am completely broken,canceled children's operations in my own back yard ,fighting in Syria,bankers gambling our pensions away,bedroom tax,sanctions for those most in need of food ,profits for big business while the poor go unfed,police soldiers and yes big brother watching us.
Why do we allow such countries to fight,is it not the people that suffer,why do we allow the likes of North Korea,why do we allow the likes of America to treat their poor as so yet spend so much on warfare.Why do we treat our elderly so awful in the UK.
Why ???
Why ???
Why ???

Because The World is Broken .....

andy fardell Feb 2014

Everyone has a Secret ...Pt2

So my secret is out
Yet here you stand
Washed and waited still by me
Now you know
After all these years
My peace is our peace
I love you
Please don't spread the words I said
It's hidden
It's our bless
The world must never know
The words I've spoken
Given you
Should anyone go ask
You nod a smile
Be blank
Go past
Don't tell them not a thing
Our secrets hidden
Bursting in
Be fire upon your eyes
A passion burning
Lips on fire

Be ready !!

andy fardell Feb 2014

Today Would Be Different

Slowly I turned the page
I like the new day
Bitten lip ready for a voice
Eyes rested from the darkness
Now alive and alert

Today would be different
See my book was empty
All chapters blank
No news yet to be written
Today would be different

Stretching my mind I wondered
A smile
What new shoots from the tree
Would come
Who's life would I change
Where would I go
Should
My left turn right
Could
My right turn left
Only the shadows would know

For they always know
Their book is never empty
Read it be
Like the palm in my hand
Lines scarred into my future
Yet my mind has the key
To re write my page
My eyes have the magic to change
This written
Today would be different

Feel the itching on my hand
As the path breaks free
New lines
New hope in a
New day
The shadows fallen
To the glorious dawn of the sun
Today would be different