Peter Cullen

Peter Cullen May 2014

Seek those tender moments,
embrace them with your soul.
Remember them for all their truths
before you grow too old.
Before you're lost to reason,
with a shield to hide the light.
Remember them for what they are,
they'll lead you to what's right.
What your vessel carries,
sometimes faulters
sometimes cracks,
but remember once you see the light
there ain't no headng back.
See light is sometimes handy,
when you've been basking in the dark,
but we should try remember,
just to listen to our hearts
If only everyone of us
could listen to our heart.

Peter Cullen May 2014

Anger in the Bracken.

Raindrops,
falling on water
that was still.
Creating sweet unbalance
at one with natures will.
Timeless moment,
wanting nothing from the world.
I listen to its whispers
to see what I might learn.
And the mallard,
his cheeky little eyes
are throwing me a knowing look
as he glides on by.
I watch it now in motion.
I wonder bout his world.
All that he embodies,
with no one to serve.
A sense of truth
a sense freedom,
which seems out of human reach.
I watch the world around me
to seek what it may teach.

There's anger in the bracken
and anger in the grass.
It sweeps down from the valley
and kicks me in the ****.
It plays with my emotions,
as sometimes anger can,
and then it asks me questions
about the fruitless quests of men.
It leads me to an ancient ruin
where time has took its toll,
there's anger in the mortor,
and anger in the stone.
It wraps itself around me
with a promise to let go,
if I can live a truer life
if I can learn to grow.
It leaves me with an energy,
yet tired on the sand,
it told me it may still return
for anger is unplanned.
It leaves me with a message,
as only anger can.
Yes anger is an energy,
an energy unplanned.

Peter Cullen May 2014

Songs.

Honesty is something!, it gets harder to maintain,
if we live within a world of need,
with reasons to contain.
But if we truely search inside,
the feelings that we feel.
I think we could suprise ourselves,
and realize what's real.
Its easy to sound righteous,
but righteous are the brave,
if the message they deliver,
follows them into their graves.
Some people live in silence,
but silence always fails,
to deliver you from what it was
you really want to say.
See, too many live in shadows,
in a comfortable shade of grey.
I wonder if they found their voice,
I wonder what they'd say.
Would they sing a song of freedom?,
songs ringing through their minds.
I wonder with those songs they sing,
what there is to find?

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Peter Cullen May 2014

Anxiety.

I remember social standings
stood standing on my own
My face all red and flustered
as I'd fidget with my phone.
And all it would have taken,
was a few kind simple words.
To break those chains of *******
to return me to the world.
Us humans we're a strange oul race
we all like to fit in,
and with our pack mentality
it's all about the win.
But what about those on the edge
the souls you choose to fail.
What is it, you think they feel
as you turn away.
See people carry things around
like weights around their neck
So please be understanding
and show them some respect.
Do onto them, all that you would
like done onto your own.
Meet them with a friendly smile,
or call them on the phone.
That call could make a difference
more than you'd ever know.
For its not really hard to care............
It helps us all to grow.
For its not really hard to love............
Its not that hard to show.

Peter Cullen May 2014

Mother Nature.

Mother nature, mother us
hold us in your embrace
I'm so ashamed that I can't even
look you in the face.
You've always provided everything
all that we could need.
And yet we seem to strip you bare
to satisfy our greed.
I wonder how you take it all
and then I stop to think...........
that you're not only here for man
you're here for everything.
So when the final breath is drawn
from mankinds choking chest.
I hope that you replenish
and look after all thats left.
Maybe we might make it
I guess only time will tell.
But if we dont its not your fault
Mother,
I wish you well.

Peter Cullen May 2014

I Wonder What They Dream?

Do you think there's limits to our love?
"Borders that mankind lays down
aren't seen from high above."
People feeling they've been left behind,
waking from their broken dreams -
another daily grind.
When all they've ever known feels like a lie.
Something that stirs in their hearts,
is waking in their minds.
Waking to the ******* and the greed.
The faceless ones in Ivory towers,
what do they really need?
All our energy
our time,
and all our dreams.
To turn the cogs
to turn the screws
of their well oiled machines.

I sometimes really wonder?
just what it is they dream.

Peter Cullen May 2014

May In Clane.

May in Clane, and all the rain,
plays melodies,
upon the pain.
Upon the soil,that soaks it in,
I sit and watch ,all soaked in gin.
The tapping on the sill outside
distracts a mind
that's trying to find.
Reasons not to laugh out load
among a lost and vacant crowd.

Then it calms and brings the morn,
reflections of the day we're born.
As summer takes the joys of spring,
rejoice the truths that bloom within.
For truth alone will set us free,
help us live in harmony.
See harmony,
it makes the song
that carries all of us along.