Poetry Corner

The fear

The thriving trifling terror

Stained upon her face like a smear

The outpour

The clashes and thuds within the night sky

Weary was the traveler’s eye

The knocks leaving her mouth dry

Very soon she needed something to pacify

Squeals of the wheels 

And deals as quick as the eel’s

Her wallows found depths and wailed

The finding of all bearings failed

Leaded wings causing chaos in the winds

Breathing jets lay in the fog of clouds

She sat in the feeling of needles and pins

And bowed her head in the sea of crowds

Piercing through she knew she must

With that came a self helping gust 

She lay her head and think of life 

Note to self, dont think on the edge of the knife

Happy thoughts

Only pretty things and all flower things

Things are starting to feel more in sorts

Lessening stings

On the plain she sat

Alert as a cat

Through the fear and scat

The chaos finally fell flat

The blistering betrayal of the wilder-beast in the sky 

Can sometimes be catastrophic

But this time the wildering warrior decided to be shy

And so upon the landing, he did stick.

The unforgettable.

The passing thoughts that grip on your mind.

How must I forget the intangible.

Should I just bury the track and turn blind.

Sometimes by chance people leave a mark.

But that mark you ask, will it affect my path I so dearly nourished

Only you can decide if the hollowing depths are worth the embark.

Though just remember, great can come from all things cherished.

Hold me dearly dear sir

For I will never rip you from the trail

I promise no pain you will incur

Let the thoughtful water fill the pail

Allow me to flow

Allow me to pass

Allow me to compliment the structure you grow

Allow me the chance to water the green grass

The passing thoughts of a lonely man carrying his internal foe

For no sake can this shutdown of efforts end well

The passing man can only flow when dipping in the water; his steadiest toe

Only once upon a time, his life might turn out to be swell.

Are there any whims taken within this life

Truly, are there such things that feel so whimsical?

Through the twin tearing chaos in strife

Are the whims ever going to fit among the practical?

As I sit, I think a whim I must take

And to take I must quickly act

I must chase the goose living in the lake

And wild he was, leaving a question of fact

The trees bellowed echo's of riskiness 

In the pit of my stomach, the gut I ignored

Beware the dogs, beware the tent thriving in dinginess

Through boggling eyes my anxiety outpoured

Where is he?…

I am still waiting…

Is he too busy to see me?…

This whole plan needs recreating…

The fur brushed along my leg

The sensation making me take a single deep breath

For a second I relaxed, maybe this goose will lay a golden egg

Maybe I can heal from this internal death

I did not

This whim wasn’t fantastical

In despair I drowned

This journey was tragically cynical

He didn't come

We didn't connect

In that moment hit the feeling of dumb

I sat, Reeling in the slight of incorrect

My heart ached

My belly quaked

The opportunity to meet my destiny wept in front of my eyes

This deceiving world leaving me completely full of lies

The love of my life turned out to be the passing dog

This goose never laid the golden egg

My time and my money went down with the fog

I left with my heart in the position to beg

Otterberg, Germany 

how the beauty within your lands sing

The shaolin temple europe 

The mark you left will forever sting.

Beware the risks among the whims

Maybe next time the chat of life will flow

Maybe the goose will go out on a lake of limbs

And upon our next meeting our candlelit auras will glow.

When in a situation of problematic contempt

Our scattering minds linger in trembling why's

Complicating the matter though all things dreamt

Only to end the solving of matters in lies

Why does the solving fail you ask?

You did this you did that

You put your might into attacking the task

But… did you forget the one thing that made it fall flat? 

Back to basics

The tried and tested

The reliant statistics

Backed up and rested

Sometimes the matters we overcomplicate

When the basic is held strong in parallel chime

The overlooked thing on this narrow and straight

Is this little invisible thing we have called time

Time lay by the righteous path

With time the most unearthed things can happen

It can solve and delve in to the epitome of life’s wrath

And heeds by your side till the end of itself in pattern

Timeless rhyme

The definitive answer

The silent mime

The dilution of cancer

The always eminating idea from a spark

The besting of practice sewn in to the base of completion

The syphoning of healing in the complex ark

The miracle of the mind resting after achieving creditation

if you you could have the greatest power in the world what would it be to you?

Mine would be this thing called time you see 

Anything with time you could do, recurring or out of the blue

The endless possibilities are all laying here within me.

Every journey has a sequence

What would become if life didn’t have one

The harsh sight of a possible delinquence

Or maybe happiness in the form of a tonne 

Setting on journey with an open mind

Others may steer and leave the mission behind

Remember in your endeavour to always be kind

For you do not know who could be listening to mankind

The passing monk

The doubting brotherhood

What evils do you think I hold close in my trunk

For the book that you choose to judge may somewhat be good

The passing monk

The traveling companion

Do not join them by the tree-trunk

Ignore them all with kind assertion

The strikes, the fears

The rules in stifling honour

The wearily eyes

the stress of being a marathoner

Do not judge me for a reason that I am sin

One mans boundary could be another mans making

The making of man seems to be hard to pin

Yet here I am, proud, and proving my un-shaking.

No good can come from this you say.

But from the heart of the traveling man lies a different set of values

You must open your mind and join him in Faye

For you should not judge the suspicion of another mans shoes. 

Defence is a funny thing

All warped in focused fear and shock

It consumes us and stays lingering

We fall in the need to pre-emptively block

Is that not the same as attack?

Like a stab in the back

A bone displayed in highlighting the crack

All because everything seems out of whack?

You hurt me dear sir

Your sneaky actions pull me limb from limb

I'm sure a cost you will incur

Though, Please don’t let your guilt fill you to the brim.

For when these times arise

I tend to be the thing you need most

When un stability and hatred wear a disguise 

Hope and forgiveness is where I shall sit and host

Do not punish the shameful man

When fuelled up fear is fateful enough

The internal dragons awake, thus the task from there is not easy to ban

It takes great commitment to be tough

The outer ban shall do no good

It is the internal banishment of the dragon within

Wipe the slate clean from scrutinised blood

And hold yourself up high to the chin

I am here, really!

I am wholey present

Don’t feel silly

Your words are pleasant.

Your open mind transcends normality

So impressed i am of your hard working grind

Gaining fulfilment of your award winning personality 

Making me strive to always be kind. 

Your beacon of bashfulness I find a little cute

It pierces my soul like the sound of a flute

It swings in my life like a contagious pursuit

The shyness I feel brings me to be almost mute.

Your visit I cannot wait for

I can not tell of excitement or enlightenment

I can barely heave the outpour

Whatever it be, this bond I would like to cement

The hidden depths of life itself

The ups, the downs, everything in between

The unknown found on a book shelf

For that to learn I am most keen

Writing on the line of life

Your echoing breeze flows through my ears

I must be sure this time of the dreary knife

Please reply good sir, so I can dry my tears

Last time you missed

A missed opportunity that could have kissed

A kissed soul holds the worth of one never guessed

Un-guessed it might, but you can still hold me closely to your chest.

The leaking opportunity of existence

No matter the risk held at bay

Can always be found within resistance

Have faith darling, everything will be okay

Your words spoken are a love of mine

The calming steam of of evaporation

Is that chai, oolong or plain black tea sat on the pine

All are good, because what matters most is the conversation.

The tales over tea I cannot taste.

The steady pour I Long to hear.

Upon my next visit we shall make with haste.

The flavour held within the glaze laced sphere.

Over tea you may shed a tear

Or share amazement sat over glee

Problems occur, so sometimes the conversing fill in is fear

Though its always good to see each other, surely you agree?

Polite and poised the elegance emanates

The fluidity flowing along the insulated walls

Only in person my presence fully integrates

Although very captivating the way your speech calls.

Over tea we will talk the tales expressed over time

I am committed to seeing you my kind friend

May we evolve together through this steaming hot paradigm

while the shakings of life we shall tackle and mend.

Write back to me my friend

So our date we can arrange

For our gentle words and company we can blend

And talk worth over tea, about all things strange.

The words i write to you dear sir

are certainty painted upon a blank canvas

hoping the wings of faith they might spur

The wait of your response making me anxious.

I do deserve a thought out reply

Without it, a wait I might have to extend 

But with sureness of that I can always rely

Then my trip ahead will not have to depend.

I visited you once, I shall visit you twice

I just need an answer to be concise

In fact, today would be really nice.

As for me, this can not be based on the roll of a dice

I have been burned before in the river of fate

Hens why this time my heart answers late.

Write you must, and we shall make it a date

Please drear sir help me out of this weary state.

This is a tale about my rise from the dead

Like re-incarnation with memories intact

You think I am spirit but actually it is death I fled

I know this is a hard thing to grasp and treat as fact

strange words to process in our brain stem

But I promise I am not one of the creeps

I drink my tea black like the best of them

And I am here in this life to stay for keeps

I am human, I am alive, I am well and sane

I wish I could tell you who it is I truly am

But for this life time, quiet I will have to remain

Which it does quite sadden me to hit this dam.

But we thrive in the here and now

So all that matters, is that you know i am living

However your efforts really do deserve a bow 

And I hope to one day, be the one giving.

This is me letting you know 

so that silly as you might feel

I can stop in its tracks though

And your wasted attention I might steel 

I can see you and hear you as clear as the the day.

But you will have to await me in the flesh.

Some would say I bounced back with a physic ray.

And that I agree with more than a guess.

I hope my words speak volumes

And your silliness flows away through the shock

So now you know not to wait for me at the tombs

Because I stand here like you, solid as a rock

I was born this way

No funny business here

Its the way the stars aligned and sat at bay

So don’t be scared, please understand my dear. 

Inner strength.

The demise of descent.

The rise above across all length.

The act you should never repent.

How does it come about.

Where does it stem from.

Listen to this tale i am to shout.

For your imagination will succumb.

The lad he lied all dirty and week.

The building ablaze while his lungs went bleak.

He tried and cried, but no luck he achieved.

If only a helping hand this lad could of received.

The fog of smog lay loosely stuffed.

A flash within the ash awaken.

The dust settling appear more robust.

Will he survive the fire unshaken?

Jolting inside him hides a deep rooted power.

He lift his head, then his arms and legs.

In his might he over came the cower.

His strength absorbed all the fearful dregs.

He leapt over the city of ashes

Through the flashes, his hand drape over the handle

With a creek, the door swing open as he crashes

He escaped the raging heat of this candle

And so our tale ends

The hero within succeeded

Flowing in life with twists and bends

The outcome landed just as we needed

Look down in the depths of wellness.

For what lurks here may serve you dearly.

The bottomless pit of life laid out like chess.

Only from you, may we take the king so clearly.

I think maybe just.

Hang on let me adjust.

How do I put this to be exactly?

This feeling out of nowhere attacked me.

If I could watch you live your flow of life till the end of time, I would.

Even if I must be caught in a sand storm of dreams in time.

Through the glass I would wait each day, as long as I stood.

For when the dust settles my feet plant higher to you in climb.

Timeless comes to mind.

For the wind flows endlessly.

And I would follow by your side, soul willingly intertwined.

Images of the path we could walk enter my mind relentlessly.

The building blocks of this feeling are not built in a day.

But this whirlwind of synchronicity leads my thoughts in kind.

Like the syphoning bolts of thunder in the middle of may.

I sometimes wonder if this feeling will ever part from mind.

You see this feeling I hold.

Is not like the rest.

Its captivating and bold.

Something to really digest.

I hear the call of the wallowing wonder at night.

When I lay tucked under the the star lit sky.

The sand man comes with your view in my sight.

These reminders of you, leave me feeling a bit shy.

You might be wondering what I'd like to tell.

The time has come, I’m about to ring the bell.

But once I do, this shall be quite the rue.

I want to tell you that I’m rather taken with you.

Nosey Nora was shocked to find she was noticed.

See, Nora’s used to doing the noticing

which meant she was not always the politest 

She realised she had been as irritating as a-low hissing

She never meant any harm Nora was always a good girl

But she got caught red handed, and a price she would pay

She goes through life like a tornado in twirl

Then acts in haste like the sun in full ray.

A mental wallop so loud it snapped.

A wake up call so shook it echoed.

Nora certainly had a moment of clarity as the hands of time clapped.

And so the epiphany of manners she now willingly bestowed.

I'm sorry she peeped.

I just wanted to know.

I was suffering in my head but sowed what I reaped.

The bounds are known and I realise its not an excuse though.

Nosey Nora learned her lesson.

She stood in ground of un polite sin.

But stumbling in to her confession.

She vowed to never enter ice so thin.

 As a child my body felt…

Wrong.

Its came upon me in the years I got…

Old.

The mental process I endured seemed…

Long.

Outside responses I pre-envisioned as…

Cold.

I longed for the life I always felt I needed.

The one that would fix my sense of belonging.

For that; everyday my mental state pleaded.

But the truth laid bare in prolonging.

If I could just be who I’m truly meant to…

Be.

Then brighter I’d be and free I’d start to…

Seem

But not only that! The world must accept…

Me.

Because I can’t just be me under my own…

Steam.

I tried you see, and the world does not… 

Accept.

unhappy in my skin and no one seems to… 

Care

So I must fight my right with immediate…

Effect.

So I weep & tell you to disagree if you…

Dare.

My right out weighs yours, because I shout louder in my state of despair.

I am not strong enough to stand in my reality of truth.

So I attack outwardly with distracting cause, leaving a toxic glare.

I’m a victim of the public, rather than looking at my youth.

I realised I am unhappy, so I looked at the…

Outside.

I got roped in toxicity and wore a cape of…

Victimhood.

I set change against my grain and I really…

Tried.

but, I didn’t stay happy for as long as I…

Should.

See I realised something, It didn’t matter the genitalia I wear.

I was mentally unhappy at my most inner core.

And in all of this uproar, I realised I had been unfair.

And that nothing I do outside, is going to fix my internal sore.

If I had awareness of this internal pain…

Originally.

Then the amount of pain I’d of saved for…

Everyone.

Think how I could have lived my life so…

Blissfully.

Webs of denial that never needed to be…

Spun.

I was too afraid to wear my own shoes when I began.

So, In my blues I decided to wear a pair in a magazine filled with foreign pages.

But I was always going to fail this walk of my lifespan.

Because, the glass slipper fits only the original one, there is no exchanges.

I can be my true self without need of a label change.

The confidence takes time, but boy! is it worth it.

Instead of running, I found final soils in close range.

And it has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to admit.

I speak to you now, and you alone.

forget any preconceptions you may have previously thought.

Though I'm sure the shock on your face could of turned a man to stone.

laughter is a normal response, which I'm sure I may have brought.

Business as usual, through the flow of trust.

until life throws a curveball the size of mount Everest.

I know I shake things up, like a wrecking ball in full thrust.

I never really have been the one of the carefulist.

I have a big heart though and there is ample room inside.

I'm a gentle soul really, just a quirky force of nature.

tell me about yourself? all  that you want to confide.

then no longer will I feel to you; like a distant stranger.

Still I await your letter of response, but I still hold hope.

But this you see, I would really like to secure.

If we work together, certainty won't seem like such a steep slope.

Our harmony can be portrayed as true & pure.

I can be playful and often quite cheeky.

but trustworthy and strong for those I hold dear.

one thing to remember , is I am never sneaky.

and for you I will always make sure I am here.

I spoke to the father of all

he told me about the boy intertwined with the pig.

which I hope brings memories in joyous recall.

The story of your life, I really do quite dig.

I hope you don't mind me digging through your past.

it's my state of mind to be an open gate.

If only you could hear me each day that is cast

until our flow of life truly meets, I shall remain here and wait.

When she talks.

He listens.

When he walks.

She follows.

When she writes.

He writes her back.

When he fights.

She heals his wounds.

The bond of souls.

Is a unique one.

The heat of hot coals.

With touch being at none.

What lies in her core.

Is what reaches his heart.

In her depths, he knows there’s more.

That's why from her presence, he could never part.

It’s the vibration in his voice.

That speaks to her soul.

Behind his words, she knows his core.

That's why in his closeness, she always feels whole.

No matter the walk of life they each abide.

No force in the universe could ever keep them apart.

Missed opportunities and busy schedules tried.

Breaks in land across vast miles lay at their start.

But meet they shall.

Against the universes whim itself.

Keeping nothing but a wealth of care for one another in their morale.

Entering no less than life filled with true happiness and health.

A life with a ban on love does not serve.

In her mind the benefits far out weigh the cons of nerve.

A life without temptation is all he knows.

A curiosity lay in his mind pondering the uncertain pros.

Love has always served me well.

It has taught me growth & to hold inner strength.

Expanded my life from inside a shell.

Maybe one day, we’ll be on the same wavelength.

When she loves

He…

Life is scary.

It is the unidentified contrary.

It is the fight between yes and no.

It is the adventure to see how far you’ll go.

The predicament of life is a funny one.

After all, its your life and right; it should be done.

But the options sit in an endless spiral of confusion.

Sending your mind in to a tirade of contortion.

The fear of life itself can hold you back.

The truth of love can make you feel under attack.

The target of life can in the end be thwart.

That is why we must always remember how life can be short.

You can spend your entire life turning right.

But that left turn just might?

Walk the straight and narrow, they say it will serve you well.

But what if that turn, is your chance to rue the day from dwell?

X marks the spot.

But in your path will you leave everything else around to rot?

What if the life we lead is just one part of the life we’re supposed to live?

To fully live, how much are you willing to give?

Sometimes all we need to know in life is the fact that...

The impossible, doesn’t have to remain impossible.

That sometimes things enter your life in a different format...

And suddenly those indisputable boundaries might just; seem crossable.

I knew you once, i know you now.

You don’t remember, but I do.

Our souls danced and took a bow.

In the cycle of life, we start a new.

I laughed with you once, I laugh with you now.

It was a simple life, we didn’t need much.

A life filled with laughter while we milked a cow.

All we needed was each others tender touch.

I cried with you once, I cry with you now.

In a life once lived we shed many tears.

Like the tears shed over a lifetime vow.

Though I’m sure a few of joy; we shall shed over the years.

I felt pain with you once, I don’t feel pain with you now.

The pain felt when you knew I was to die.

It hit you in the heart like a dagger you just couldn’t allow.

But upon reuniting, our hearts once more fly high.

I loved you once, I love you now.

I spent life searching and when I met you I was sure.

Like the love we lived by, I couldn’t tell you how.

But your heart to me, feels like a cure.

Once upon a time I knew you.

Now a-days I know its true.

Towards you I was certainly drew.

And I know you feel this way too.

  Do you ever sit and think; life can’t get any worse.

The courageous battle we wake to face everyday.

But yet bestowed upon us is a hateful curse.

The curse of living among people with kindness a-stray.

After all the hunting and fighting is done.

All the carnage and fallout is scattered along the heart.

From this commencing; nobody really won.

Often; I wish I could wake and just go back to the start.

The start; where a simple life in the dark shone bright.

Even when the wolves hunted with a sense of fairness.

But this life no longer sits in my eye-line of sight.

While as humans we stare in mere stagnant awareness.

The day of decision upon us will be tarnished.

We forget the shortness in breaths of existence.

The miracle lesson of life to grow in our earnest.

And for that we left behind the value of persistence.

Till the day waves goodbye to this chaos incarnated

The stars weep a sigh of relief for her day of exit

We must keep going onward; toward the unexpected

And soar earths words; as if our breath on fire could be lit.

Patience of a saint.
In thought it sits as though it’s quaint.
But the practice of it.
Remarkably makes me want to quit.
 

Good things come to those who wait.
Those who can, hold a good trait.
I am not like that, I'm pretty incapable.
My patience is more… Relatable.
 

I can not wait, so good things don’t come
So I repeatedly live life under this thumb
It has become a core trait of mine.
Living through an incompatible design.
 

A Saint I shall never be.
Those who you ask will mostly agree.
Try and tested as I might.
I’ll never get this patience thing right.
 

Maybe its a sign.
That my life will always be a shrine.
A shrine of the things that should have been.
Rather than things having been lived and seen.
 

Living through a window pane.
Of my own simple strive in the plucking of gain.
That never shows me the green green grass
My desired outcomes seem to pass.
 

Time is my enemy.
It’s much easier than blaming myself.
Like a self imposed vasectomy.
For now, I’ll leave this one on the shelf.