Jun 2015
Cascades
Cascades of thoughts
Like stars sprinkled on a cloudless night sky
Emotions clouding me
Emotions crowding in on me
Like the grayness of a rainy day
The road behind me is winding but clear
The road ahead of me is shrouded in mist
Walking on because I must
Eyes wide open because I must
Words rippling around
There must have been a point
A point to it all
Words strumming the echoing strings of the emotions
How much of me have I lost?
Shadowy shapes in the darkness ahead
Taking form then melting away
Is there more to me than meets the eye or less?
Fragmented
Chaos
Space
Whirlwinds of Nothingness
Time lost
A white light in the distance
Hope
A yellow flicker-flicker in the dark
Peace
Possibilities
Undertaking to puzzle the pieces back together again
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Love is the glue
Hope is the catalyst
Light is the way shown ahead
Shadows slowly ebbing
Peace returning
Pieces
Needing to be whole again
“Why? Why? Why?” I shout inside
But on the outside I nod and smile
No peace
Just pieces of me
Shreds of me dangling in the wind
Rambling
I am
Sensing it all
Touching the sides of places not touched in a while
The Poet inside me awakes
Chaos thrashing around
And a smile to me makes
A rippling rebound
Ripples
Ripples with potential
Potential to upset
Potential to change
Potential to rearrange
Turning the world around
The right way up
The right way round
Rounding off my love affair with myself
Self-judging
Self-repressing
Self-loathing
Self-denying
Self-controlling
So self-satisfied I don’t need you
Self-burying
Deep
Deeper still
Deeper within
I can
I will
I am
A step in the right direction
One step away from chaos
One step closer to the truth
Chaos is just a state of otherness
Ebbs and flows
Ebbs
And
Flows
A ripple effect on a still pond
Where ripples meet
Not a sound
Not a breath of movement
Immobile
The eye of the storm
Peace
Less pieces of me
More sanity
Another bad taste in the mouth
Another plane of existence challenged
But more importantly
Opposite ripples meet
While together they are moving in the same direction
With the same goals
With the same plans
With the same dreams
Purpose
I am split inside
Needing to join the apparent contradictions of me
Into a single entity
Whole
At inner peace
At inner strength
At inner me
Rhyming
Reason
Purpose
Peace
Self-doubt
Always constant
Changing moving
Movement changes
Chaos order
Ordering chaos
Up down
Down up
Sideways?
Surely it’s just a state of mind
Rebel
Peace Maker
One and the same
Living side by side at opposite sides of being
Waxing prophetical
Philosophical
Lyrical
Satirical
Yet
Inside weaving a web
A soft cushion against the harshness of the world
Surely I have said enough
But not nearly enough at all
Sleep, as the healing within begins
Waking on a different plane
Slowly but surely
Hope
Peace
Definitely
Me
Do I have something to say to the world?
Or merely a need to listen to myself listen to the world?
Cascades of thoughts
Like stars sprinkled on a cloudless night sky
Emotions clouding me
Emotions crowding in on me
Like the grayness of a rainy day
The road behind me is winding but clear
The road ahead of me is shrouded in mist
Walking on because I must
Eyes wide open because I must
Words rippling around
There must have been a point
A point to it all
Words strumming the echoing strings of the emotions
How much of me have I lost?
Shadowy shapes in the darkness ahead
Taking form then melting away
Is there more to me than meets the eye or less?
Fragmented
Chaos
Space
Whirlwinds of Nothingness
Time lost
A white light in the distance
Hope
A yellow flicker-flicker in the dark
Peace
Possibilities
Undertaking to puzzle the pieces back together again
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Love is the glue
Hope is the catalyst
Light is the way shown ahead
Shadows slowly ebbing
Peace returning
Pieces
Needing to be whole again
“Why? Why? Why?” I shout inside
But on the outside I nod and smile
No peace
Just pieces of me
Shreds of me dangling in the wind
Rambling
I am
Sensing it all
Touching the sides of places not touched in a while
The Poet inside me awakes
Chaos thrashing around
And a smile to me makes
A rippling rebound
Ripples
Ripples with potential
Potential to upset
Potential to change
Potential to rearrange
Turning the world around
The right way up
The right way round
Rounding off my love affair with myself
Self-judging
Self-repressing
Self-loathing
Self-denying
Self-controlling
So self-satisfied I don’t need you
Self-burying
Deep
Deeper still
Deeper within
I can
I will
I am
A step in the right direction
One step away from chaos
One step closer to the truth
Chaos is just a state of otherness
Ebbs and flows
Ebbs
And
Flows
A ripple effect on a still pond
Where ripples meet
Not a sound
Not a breath of movement
Immobile
The eye of the storm
Peace
Less pieces of me
More sanity
Another bad taste in the mouth
Another plane of existence challenged
But more importantly
Opposite ripples meet
While together they are moving in the same direction
With the same goals
With the same plans
With the same dreams
Purpose
I am split inside
Needing to join the apparent contradictions of me
Into a single entity
Whole
At inner peace
At inner strength
At inner me
Rhyming
Reason
Purpose
Peace
Self-doubt
Always constant
Changing moving
Movement changes
Chaos order
Ordering chaos
Up down
Down up
Sideways?
Surely it’s just a state of mind
Rebel
Peace Maker
One and the same
Living side by side at opposite sides of being
Waxing prophetical
Philosophical
Lyrical
Satirical
Yet
Inside weaving a web
A soft cushion against the harshness of the world
Surely I have said enough
But not nearly enough at all
Sleep, as the healing within begins
Waking on a different plane
Slowly but surely
Hope
Peace
Definitely
Me
Do I have something to say to the world?
Or merely a need to listen to myself listen to the world?
self exploration, long as it is, helped me climb out of the depression hole.
