Struggle

My own is eternal
Internally disposed
it carries me distance
I'd never suppose
In mine there's none left
The calm in my woes
Alighting from journeys
A transit which goes
To my struggle.

Tears

Who will cry for the baby girl
When you tire of holding her hand
Who will lead her to safer chimes
To help maintain her stand

Who will cry for the sweet young maid
Who stumbles to fall on the turn
How do you twist away, then look back
As her dreams clatter down and burn

Who will cry for the tender teen
While after dreams broken down
Whence come soothing kisses from sorry
As her  shoulders grow round.

Who will weep for the woman left
 in questions untold
Will you hold a candle along her path
Where footsteps, like mystery fold..

Who will cry for the widow who weeps
Alone on a desolate stone
Her lover resides in a constant sleep
Calling her to come home.

I will cry for all these ones
For they are my inside
I carry the gift and burdens bequeathed
On Gods gift to every Man's Pride.

Twin Peaks

It isn't so much that
I don't 'like' it

IT isn't worthy of
the question

IT shouldn't come up
In conversation

IT shouldn't appear
In my vision.

It isn't a case of
I don't know IT

More that it would not
Expect my acquaintance

Proximity creates...
What? Intimacy?
Congeniality?
Familiarity?

Sincerity forgoes
Enforced fakes
In the resilience of my
Smile

At IT.

If Youth Only Knew...

If youth only knew
The speed with which life would
Flee to the corners of existence
Forcing promises, unfulfilled
Urgent tasks, bigger than the day
Put off till later, tomorrow
Getting around to the relevant dream

If youth only knew
Of the certainty that death
Beckons always, and time
Marches on in obesience

If youth only knew
That Wisdom is not
Given until earned
From pain. Lustful greed
Is the bait, elusive and new

If youth only knew.

Toma

The strength of your spirit
Is borne out of change
Win changes when striving
Your spirit and range

I love you for daring
To walk in His name
When cares and travails
Pull you into the flame

My Zeus be determined
To draw on the fibre
That weaves all your vessels
Of life's skilled desire

Hold back when confronted
With rags bright and red
And do all the things that
Your Mama once said

My Love is eternal
a yellowing flame
Squared up on the corners
See's nothing to blame

Direction is only
Life's road maps and serves
As angels and arrows
Decision deserves

Your picture is beautifully
Carved from rich stone
My Phil ia won't ever
Be walking alone.

Sept, 11, 2011.

Simple

If simple were to everything
The colour of desire
Would we desire it?

As fervour captures monotone
As air enhances fire
As simple as a bee in Spring
Locating might with will
And to inspire it?

Withholding touch and gentle hum
Let simple just be still.
When simple blocks the doorway
It mistakes my attitude
Cannot admire it?

No gap, no seem to separate
The naked from the nude.
Will simple ever dominate
My journey and my step?
I won't retire it!

Then walk beside me
Thigh upon thigh
The balance of my step..

Juxtaposed

Why must you have it all?
Why can't you ever choose
You say, it was US, WE gave
You the apple
But greed helped you take it
Greed sends you to her
The pull of adoration
Admiration
Gratification
What makes it ok?
When is it right?
To pick and choose
From the WHOLE barrel.
Then, dig again
Bruising layered bare fruit
Proudly offering itself
To your palm.
Who makes the rules?
Why break the rules?
Who cares to write them?
Recite them!
To each other we speak
Empty words of promise
And break them with ease
When darkness falls
Can't you be true
Be Love
Be Whole
Without entourage
On-looking
Seeking
Begging
Stroking!
All or none of me
Everything I see
Will regret seeps
Out of promise.
No patience for perfection
Since offering rejection
Pooled on sweaty palms
Reaching beyond arms
Why?

To Be

Is it
To be
Or not
To
I wonder.

Dream

I woke just now from a dream of you
A dream so real, I stumbled
Fell into arms a vivid path
Of safe surrounds, so humbled
I woke just now from a place so safe
A place I'd climb back into
My day thought's might not take me there
It's not a place I've been to

I woke just now from a dream of you
We rode upon a carriage
If only I controlled my dreams
I would have dreamt my marriage
I wish it back, this dreamy place
Where all is smooth and, creamy
I'd float upon this silent breeze
With eyes which truly see me.

July, 2011 4.25am

I Won't Be Humble

I Won't Be Humble
I won't be humble
When I sing
So when I'm feeling
All the things
Which bring me joy
And light my sky
I won't be humble
Though I'll try
I won't be humble
While you push
My dreams of laughter
If you SHUSH!
Me, whisper sober
Tales of woe
To keep my spirit
Sweet n low
I'll fail to humbly
Speak your name
Reciting freely
Flowing blame
For measures sought
Outside of me
And darkness which
I dare not see
I shall not humbly
Love your face
while feeling warmth of
Smiling Grace
For lovers know not
Subtlety
And rashly shun
Humility
I won't be humble
Where my gifts
Of reaching, bearing
Spirit lifts
The beauty of all
Souls laid low
I won't be humble
This you know

July, 2011

To Have and to Hold

Nothing worth having is easily got
Know where you're going and follow the plot Don't let the challenges get in your way Dreams of tomorrow are moulded today.

Pressure

Pressure
Under pressure I rise
With pressure I fall
The pressure of living
Extracts from my all
A curious pressurised
Likeness of being
Whatever life's current
Has pressed me to seeing
Under pressure love thrives
As pressure hearts fail
The pressure of loving
Will always prevail
When I picture pressure
I see it in red
It presses and bubbles
Inside of my head
Oh pressure don't press me
To feeling the need
To bend, and to sacrifice
That which I feed.
Under pressure the risen
Will stumble and fall
Shall my life withstand it
The pressure of all?