A VICTIM

A VICTIM YOU SEE BEFORE YOU

OF LIFE OF LOVE OF TRUST

NO CRIME BUT TRUTH        NOT JUST

DON'T LEAVE YOURSELF BEHIND YOU

STOP CRYING      BUT DREAM YOU MUST

INSIDE YOUR HEART IS OPEN

BUT BRUISED AND TIED AND CRUSHED

LET SOMEONE STAND BESIDE YOU

WHO FEELS WARMTH AND LOVE      NOT LUST

THESE WORDS I MEAN TO TOUCH YOU

NOT POINT AND FROWN OR JUDGE

THIS POEM I WRITE WHILST CRYING

BECAUSE I KNOW THAT WORDS ARE      NOT ENOUGH.

Now is the winter of our discontent

We are buried amongst our ancestors to lament
Yet in life we have everything but do not use it to our full extent
When young we play as we should in this world always content
You grow learning that meaning outweighs what we think we have learnt
We throw away the best of ourselves for the elders to seek acknowledgment
Then we truly realise that we have sought to find nothing but disappointment
Invent a world that you once knew and in this ambition you can rent
All your lives you know this is not how you were meant to have been to find enlightenment
The winters chill you more each year as the fire inside you dims to a flicker of fulfilment
All knowledge is inconsequential as it is when young and the fire was strong that you knew that life was meant
Now is the winter of our discontent.

Till the break of morning
Till the break of morning I'll sit and watch and hear the birds making sounds
Till the sun comes calling I'll sit in darkness while there's no one else around
Till the first cars are starting I'll wonder where are you to be found
Walking gently in the meadow with my mind circling and dry leaves on the ground
I see the first light turning black to blue and the blue eyes that I remember I first drowned
I light a fire in the morning to warm my hands then gather berries on bushes and mushrooms that are crowned
I go to the stream and wash my face and fill some water then cook my food and eat as nature becomes my shroud
I cannot smile with joy anymore but I have peace and harmony to know you were never meant for me as you were always some one else's to be bound.
You are a different bird not so easily flattered and one that is looking to challenge you feathered mostly brown.
The sunlight shatters the clouds in my head and the green leaves make shards of light like a force that brightens even the darkest places and certainly I'm not down.

Stars


Train your eyes on something far away
Then look again another sunny day
Everything is coming fast
And you know it will never last
The sun goes down and the die is cast
Look at the stars they seem so vast
One day you'll be a part at last
A cosmic essence come to task
Around the universe you'll see everything
Not from one planet but true perspective ultraistic fascinating
Tomorrow you'll find it is today when time was constant imagining
In that you will find the parts of your mind set free and bright into stars in the night sky glistening.

Compassion

I want to dream of white petals floating down from the sky
As I sit in the middle of a sunshine that brings me high
I hear the sound of the most melodic music and I see god eye to eye
He has a golden body and sits in a mantra state to let people know what is here and why
His eyes are sapphire blue all seeing through what you have been also what you have not seen to complete your journey to the centre of what makes butterflies fly
Go backward to the place and time that happiness filled your mind with such wonders that propelled you to grow characteristics that shaped the mountains in memories and never let greatness pass you by
A piece of heaven you must find within your self or heaven never existed and I know that faith in every sane mind can remember a time that compassion can never die.

Aftermath




I get up out of the orange chair and go to the window and out I stare
The rain is making the road turn blue down our street across the avenues and I cry
I look across to a single tree and it's blowing furiously all the green and amber leaves all die
I turn to see the fields were I've grown and played then running home I look up to the sky
The feeling of despair comes over me because I'm right back were I started still never free but belong I try
I sit back in my orange chair and close my eyes and fall asleep under drug induced spiral just like a flying kite
So dream once again of what should have been a family with two children playing with a love satisfies
But wake alone in this lonely flat darkness through the windows and the sound of downstairs as my ear only pries
I look through the window and stars I see above the clouds that disappeared from all of the rains lullabies
Tomorrow will be again and again and again oh god I pray for my soul he walks by.