Monday, 3 February 2014

Solace

Each time I have been to sleep,
I see a place where I want to be,
The meadow where long grass grows,
The same place by a giant tree.

The sun setting in magnificence,
Clouds passing through my palms,
Sheen air infusing life through the fog,
The feeling of oneness so calm.

The leafless tree by the bank,
Near those stones I want to sit,
An undertone of the flowing river,
The moon to make it all fit.

My mind takes me there,
Each time I go to sleep,
Time seems to stand down,
And it gives me peace.

Alleviation

The Immaculate Hurdle

I shall breach the realm that, for me was not destined

So that I needn’t curse my mettle,

I shall hunt the prey that lurks out,

To feed the insatiability, it knows no bound

So that it shall not burn my self from me.

Might be forgotten, all is perceived

There is HE who is almighty, but power he has given

Ways may seem evil, forbidden it is not.

Belief and hope, stripped and tainted

Comforted and tortured, soul and urge

Humility is uncanny, inappropriate it is not.

The darkness comforts, as the sky to the hawk

It treads the falling path, as if its wings mock,

Failure is a fact, giving up is not.

Reap the hope and the pain too,

The haunted one I am, the toy on fingers

Heavens do no judgment, reason there is none

Gaze up at the moon, till its stories be told,

Till the wind all around me, still blows cold.

The Volte-Face

All encompassing darkness eternal,
I sense a myriad of beings,
Not by perceptions familiar,
But endowed by a feeling within.


Elements in the universe flow,
Stir the emotions I hold,
Soak the matter of my thoughts,
Like the sheltering heat in cold.


I crumble, suffer from the pressure,
Blurred is my vision, tears they hold.
Deafened by my conscience,

I travel to my seclusion,
To my inner world,
My agony, my delusion.


I’m surrounded with thoughts,
I thought I never had,
Erasing their existence,
Like nomads in conflict.


I scream at the darkness all around,
And it was time to concede,
Love, Passion, Hope, Belief,
All ash before me.

Filled with a void so comfortable,
Questioning the nature of it,
I feel a shiver, And I see,
The me, I wanted to be.

The aura, the disposition,
The respect, the power,
It did not speak, but conveyed,
What lacked inside of me.

And the songs became softer,
The wind enticing passion,
The calmness so pleasant,
And it all came back to me.

I feel a wise future,
So heady, so perfect.
That which engrosses my dreams,
My actions to the final gate.

Where I am measured ,
For what I spoke about,
For what I believed in ,
With instinct throughout.

I dawn upon the truth,
To accept and to redeem,
With a promise unheard ever,
With a smile from within..