There are several ways to earn that loonie,
Or even that toonie,
Just got to look for the right opportunity,
And it is never easy,
But that is the harsh reality.
I know that sounds heavy,
But keep listening to me.
I have a drive that pulsates within me,
And it wants to set a vibe around me,
I want to make the life,
So I can spend it with a wife,
And buy her the right ring,
And pay my parents back their earnings,
So keep watching me,
Because I am going to make sure,
That barrier will shatter,
Into forgotten matter.
The other day
I stood outside
thinking to myself
All the pain came flooding back
from past times all alike
pain I shared with others
and pain all of my own
pain that brought knives rope
and pain that brought some hope
Then my sorrow came flooding out
in tiny shiny drops
with a name we've given
that is so simple,
Yet as they fell towards my palm
they turned to hardened ice
falling down to my open hand
behold my frozen pain
I reached up my trembling hand
to catch the falling silver
only to see both pain and hope
shatter in my palm
im a window
people can look right through me
and see beauty
but if you hit me too hard
i will crack
if you keep hurting me
and then i might hurt you
be careful with me
i will crack very easily
and be useless
Dancing in the wind, quite literally.
In the beginning, you danced in the rain,
Your fire doused by the weight of the world.
You spluttered and your glow was crushed.
The expectations of society held you down.
Your movements were feeble and your light was dying.
It began with a touch of innocence, that harmless naiveté that age withers away.
Such a fragile essence of youth is pounded by the harsh reality that is life. Broken.
This acidic reality consumes all; Innocence, hope and simple idealism.
Maturity is a merciless awakening to a ruthless existence.
She drowned you in standards of beauty and perfection.
Did you not realise we are all beautiful?
The moment stops, stands in turmoil
and caustic, sarcastic scepticism.
It builds, climbs and crashes around you.
You fall, die and are swept away.
Only a spark remains.
‘A will to shatter stars.’
Your mind snaps, is reformed and strengthened.
Apparently, “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.’
The darkness of your father’s death;
and the morbid beauty contained within that blood-stained image is glorious.
It drives you to new heights and drags you to more depraved depths.
Passion unblocked, and lo, it lies on lofty heights.
Luminous, boundless, binding.
Your smouldering coal bursts into flame anew.
A curious desire for life is born;
Its candle flickers alongside a raging inferno.
A rebirth ensues.
Complete eclipse of restriction cycles from new moon to full.
The lunar light darkens shade by shade, shadows lengthen and the sky descends.
Lightning arcs though strong clouds.
Pulsing energy razes the heavens in its purest form.
This is the ultimate representation of your freed mind.
This chaotic rolling mass of fury, built up over years of restrained frustration.
Inexorably intertwined, our threads on fates tapestry weave over and over.
A ghost of echoing sentiment remains, one that must be guided, lest it is forever lost.
Gently nurturing a recovering mind is a tedious process.
Great perseverance and patience are required to preserve both its sanity and your own.
‘Tis a far reaching and noble goal, yet one of the most arduous of all to pursue.
This explosion of your psyche and subsequent downfall leaves a dangerous dilemma.
A block, if you will. A redeeming light remains from your rapid release of consciousness.
The key, is in finding that light.
Unlocking this matrix of memory produces a spectacular result.
This web of twisting thoughts spins in the air.
Dancing in the wind, quite literally.
There are only a few things I want more
Than slamming you against the floor
Wanting to hear your skull break
Pain far beyond what you can take
Don’t cross this fine line
Or I just might shatter your spine
When your bones begin to snap
Know you’ve fallen into my trap
I have this lust for your blood
And hearing your body land with a thud
Maybe this time you’ll learn
Once your world begins to burn
If I were you, I wouldn’t dare
Because I don’t fight fair
Pushing until you’re broken
Your suffering is a lovely token
Of course, until you’re dead
With everything stained red
I gave you the chance
To walk away without a glance
It’s too late now.
If I could shatter
into a million pieces
I would spread myself across the world
So that there could be a part of me
Settled in every place
Maybe then I’d find a home
For each little broken bit
Because if I don't belong
In one place
Then maybe I can find
Safety in many
Maybe then I’d finally feel whole
For if no place has all of me,
Then nothing can break me
But that's not exactly true
Because there is still the Earth
And perhaps the wind will sweep
A fragment of me up
And drop me in the ocean
Maybe the ocean will take it
And work me down to nothing
Maybe somewhere else
A fire will burn me up
Or maybe the rain will come
To wash me away
Maybe a storm will pound me down
Maybe I will turn to dust...
Dust that covers this earth
Dust that will spread
across the Universe
and just like that, you float away
a single feather adrift on the wind
the shell upon a crab's back
the petal of the flower
farthest from my grasp, swaying
in a breeze untouched by my
a shell amongst thousands
something other than
the person who left me empty
with no explanations
and then there is the sound
of my heart, shattered in two
one for me
and one for you
In your eyes
Lost in the light
They watch so rapt
With empty eyes
Shards of bright hope
So many lies
Are you so blind?
Can you not see?
Be on your way
You don’t know me