Peter Cullen

Aug 2014

Jonathan Sterry

I wish a storm would come,
Blowing your presence to my arms,
This rotten world may fall,
Darkened by the avarice of monstrous men.
I pray for humble cherubs to take my heart to be with yours,
As the Sun fades to a mass of cosmic ash,
We will leave together, within a warm embrace,
Never to look upon this world again.
Our hopes for a new life
Our hopes for a new light,
Our love the source of starfire.
Our nova, we are home.

Peter Cullen Aug 2014

Waverly Lane.

Down Waverly Lane,
the mist and the haze,
the fog that descends,
the cold and the rain.

Down Waverly lane,
histories stains,
lurk in the shadows,
dance in the shade.

Down Waverly Lane
the night and the moon
the dreams you can't lose
the guilt you consume.

Down Waverly lane,
histories stains,
lurk in the shadows,
dance in the shade.

Peter Cullen Jul 2014

Sports Day.

So the school bags are gone.
Summers sweet songs,
sweeps through the village,
the Sports Day is on.
The egg and the spoon,
the three legged race,
Mrs McGinty ends up on her face.
The children delight
a comical sight,
her legs in the air
those old tartan tights.

Those days,
that simplicity,
the little things, that stay with me.
Those clear skies,
I remember still,
the easiness
and sweet free will.

Peter Cullen Jul 2014

Monuments.

Sinking low beneath the waves
Lost in underwater caves.
Passages that lead us there,
never read, cause no one cared.
Cities underneath the sea,
once a home to you and me.
Now monuments, of how we failed.
Memories, as we set sail.
Set our course against the stars,
were we born to go that far?
Memories as we set sail.
Monuments of how we failed.

Peter Cullen Jul 2014

Want.

I want to help humanity
yet I can't even help myself.
A child born to this greedy hell.
A product of this hungry race.
Where to take has been made easy,
without question, without words.
Taught to grab, without thought,
from a dying world.

I want to find humility,
a voice that rings with truth.
A truth that sings in everyone
deep within our roots.
Deep within the eyes that see,
the thoughts that form our words
I want to live where we are free,
in a brand new world.

Peter Cullen Jul 2014

Something Deeper.

There were sparkles in her hair
and a twinkle in her eyes.
Still there was something deeper
something yet to realize.
The light that she brought forward
was burning like the sun.
The colours flowing through her hair
would like a river run.

Run and roll o'er rocky mountains
on a route to mend the heart
Leafing through the crumbling pages,
the maps of life, all torn apart.

She laid it out before him,
like a picnic on a mat.
Then she lay beside him
purring like a Persian cat.
Still there was something deeper
something yet to realize.
The light that she brought forward
forever burning in her eyes.

Peter Cullen Jul 2014

That Flame.

Green green rocky road,
the path that you brought forth,
that lonely bright star in the sky
shining in the north.

Through the last days of July,
the sun sits heavy in the sky.
Shining more, yet still the same,
that sacred old eternal flame.

It burns within,within us all.
Even those who shun the call.
That call that whispers in our ears,
the one that always keeps us near.

Near to what we know is right
a silent knowledge cast in light.
The light that keeps the flame alive
inside your heart
inside your mind.