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Lilly Gibbons Oct 2015
Praise for all who have taken to the sky,
Given another existence a go,
Believing only in those who TRY.
Praise for all who long to conquer
foreign lands, embracing the other.
Learning to RESPECT both major and minor.
Devising new rules, a pastiche of history.
Praise for all who seek to do more,
then ponder, longingly by the bay.
Those who dive, unafraid, into deeper waters,
Seabed nutrients paving the WAY.
Praise for all of the daily routines,
The bricks that build our paths,
The bristles that brush our teeth,
The caffeine that wakes us in mornings,
The pillows gently aiding our sleep.
Praise for all who embrace it,
That hope making futures seem bright,
Mixing primary colours,
Creating their own special LIGHT.
Praise for all who can switch,
Between feelings, careers, space.
Warning signs only act as directions,
Not evidence of an unavoidable FATE.
Praise for all those who let go,
There are times when you must close the door.
Forever is never a given,
If it's a struggle to love anymore.
Praise for all who have found them,
That ONE we all long to meet.
The lucky position of few,
The masses admitting defeat.
Lilly Gibbons Jun 2015
Rest awhile on this bench,
Let your woes subside,
It's there to be used not admired.
Where is everyone rushing too?
Running this way and that.
What is your hurry Mr.nobody?
Can't you see that there's no turning back.
Stay still as a duck in rushing waters,
Ponder for a moment or two,
They can see tired eyes falling,
Stung by what you deem the best of the rest.
Lilly Gibbons Jun 2015
Is this the sign? What we were waiting for.
A place beyond the bright blue skies,
The time told we said would be near.
Is this the place? The one where we say our goodbyes.
When everything becomes nothing,
Pretending that we had once tried.
Is this the new path? It stretches oh so far.
How do we see what is coming?
When we have been lost in the dark.
Is there a someone who's waiting?
For a person to give them the sign.
What is yours is always yours truly
But what is mine is yours and not mine.
#giving #leaving #love #ending
Lilly Gibbons Apr 2015
Today a thought or two sped into centre stage,
Disguising the space that surrounds the seas,
What if the lands we ran from was where we were supposed to be?
What if the green leaves of summer could no longer be seen?
Autumn colours were only reminders of pastures in a dream.
The birds singing unfamiliar songs, ones we had never heard,
Yes, it is great to be part of the new but it isn't as new as it seems.
Dave, John and Mary have been here before,
Sure didn't they talk about it in the times.
You weren't the first to open the door,
Spreading wisdom to foreign kinds.
Remember all lands were founded so play in them how you may,
All of these pastures were built for your pleasure,
New characters created each day.
Its not that you are less special then all who have gone before.
No, you have a purpose, so use it, adding blocks to the crumbling core.
In memory of seams and Thomas, sing out to all who will listen,
Give them your whole hearted vision,
Explain that a pasture isn't a prison.
Lilly Gibbons Apr 2015
It is just the beginning in my mind,
the middle and end displaced.
Waking each morning with greater expectations,
Dreaming of  lost boundaries, no seclusion without exclusion.
Days before long lost to memory,
No hold does it have on our thoughts.
Before is gone, a mere mystery,
There is no getting back what we've lost.
The same no longer exists, only otherness triumphs in the new.
The familiar ultimately replaceable,
Why not trying being grateful, just for you.
As long as you are homeless,
There is no need to hide,
From those unwanted obligations,
Hierarchal decisions no longer apply
When nothing is left to be forgiven.
Bask in solitude, seek new territory,
Today enjoy being invisible, in these moments you are free.
Lilly Gibbons Mar 2015
That bright space between the rock is yours,
Each gap neatly positioned to catch an eye,
What is to be discovered beyond the black pile?
Spaces of all shapes, enticing a look,
A natural jigsaw, pieces drawn from the land,
Rocks united, brick by brick, hand after hand.
Leave all the signs, no meaning attached,
Look with open eyes, see what was once grasped.
An almighty tumble won't destroy this scene,
The rubble that crumbles, adding another's dream.
Lilly Gibbons Mar 2015
With no pointed angles to hold us up,
We fall, fall forcefully among the masses,
No sparkles in the dust below,
How easy it is to get pushed.
As a child on a swing so eager to jump
But knowing that there is no soft landing,
We are thrown into a new discourse.
Distant excuses ringing from afar,
No loud bang just murmurings
That it won't and could never be our place.
It shone too brightly to allow the other in.
Now that we have learnt our fate,
Masks hung innocently over our faces,
Cloaks of greys and blues.
No bells chiming when we made the landing.
Far away from the who knows who.
Take those hands from deepened pockets,
Remove the swollen scarves,
That zip doesn't hide the demeaning brow,
Unpack all the anger and hurt.
A battle of stars against bridges of stone,
Made tall with stacks of mortar,
No frown will give us prominence now,
Is that what we are after?
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