Tag Archives: Peace

The Darkest Dawn

For the longest time, in this timeless life of mine
I have looked for the finer things
in life, in love, in all beyond
and for the longest time, I have found nothing
in love, in light, in all below
there is always music in between
always dreaming, for the dream
I search, I seek, I look within
but find nothing of value, for you my queen
for life is the dream we all left behind
we all dwell within the demented mind
delving deeper into a world we don’t understand
with words, without weight
lords that are late, for the ball, the band and beyond
we call, and we make excuses
for the ones we deem useless
defenseless and drowning in words that are easy
calm to the touch

For the longest time I have searched for a word
to describe the world inside
to find meaning as our minds collide
I don’t ask for much
only letters, and such, I am no angel
and you are no demon
but the world has come calling once more
through fires and failure, and through the windows we’ve watched
there is no peace
and there are no more summits left to reach
for the longest time you thought I searched for you
you were wrong, and I was too
synaesthesia breaks you down as I build myself up
into the clouds and the hells above
I’ve found the world I have been searching for
in the cupboard, down the stairs
down the gullet of a world that never cared
up the streets of Neverthere, Nevermore
emptiness breaks its back to hold my chair
I rock and reign as the music blares
bellowing sounds upon my heart, my chest
oh how you wish to hear the rest
to know the path I walk upon
to know the river as it runs
with red, and ash
down to the end for a broken black mass

for the longest time, and the longest run
I have wanted what I have become
no more lies to feed the flies
to feed our furies in disguise
I have watched, we have learnt
the hour is late and my work is done
the time is now
and now has come

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Love Is

Love is, a difficult word to understand
awkward and unrelenting
love is in fact, a bottomless teapot
at one end you have the spout
ornate and carved by the waters of life
with energies, flavours and thoughts from far and wide
this spout is a magical doorway to the hills of lavender and lemon
with thyme’s fragrance gently enveloping the room around us
we pour from the never ending river of love, and saffron cinnamon
every day, we find ourselves invigorated by its poise
these are no doubt, the early years of love
soft to the touch, yet unflinching in the voice of uncertainty
at the best of times, the stream is calm
slow and steady wins the race, after all
then, as love progresses, there are surges of life and magical energy
much like a little cup of jasmine and ginger
strong and captivating to the taste buds
this mirrors the passion and strength of those in its embrace
there are times when it slows, but fear not the end
for the teapot is far from empty
when the flow is silent, there is but a new pot brewing
a new flavour created only for you
a storm of laughter and vigor, erupting in the shadows of adversity
and a strawberry sunrise

at the other end of love’s embrace
we have the robust base of the teapot
this is our mountain; the rock we build our homes upon
etched into a ceramic and celestial body
we have the many designs of our family, our youth
and our future
there can be no spout without the blessing of the pot itself
a vessel from which we pour the essence of life
warm and loving to the touch, we lift the pot daily
pouring love and shelter from its core
as our journey continues, the pot may grow colder
and sometimes, it is heavier
do not falter when this time comes to pass
stand firm in your values, and your visions of happiness
the teapot is your lifeline
there can be no healing without the taste of Green or Earl Grey
though there may be trouble here and there
there is always another cup of raspberry nectar brewing
another drop of cinnamon and snow
tilt the pot downwards, at an angle of unknowing
and you are sure to find the answers
that even teapots cannot show….

The Elements

a man trying to put out a fire
bends his will
he kills a falling ember
then another
he shatters a burning book
then its brother
who is he?
a falling tree
a man seeking a soul
a traveler
strong as the moon
violent
with words upon paper
and all through time
he changes lives
with words upon paper
like a wall of flaming fire
he would make you feel safer
a dream
cold like the dawn
a man trying to save something
to save a life
a life so forlorn
jaded
like the chords of the torn
obliterated and unborn

pale like the coals of the sun
dying and undone
like us all
we always slow down
forgetting our fire
he would put it out
but only to save us
the bad fire
one and twenty years we burned
ashamed
falsified discontinuations
they continue
as always
then the good returns
but bend your knees
be wary of fires
protect the unprotected
and always aspire
follow the words
avoid the spotlight of decay
live
everyday
begin to seek it
just ask
always
distort the unsightly embers of negativity

finally find it
that special and only something
that song
which keeps you wondering
that keeps you going
hold on to it
like you would a dead rose
before it turns into nothing
always
you will see
the night fire
the ever burning spire
it is meant for you
this time
it is good
and of the most evil
love and hate
they are its kin
keep practicing your words
until sweat beads take over
finally fight it
and keep yearning
for the torches to be lit
continue honoring
the man with the gift
the man who lives the fire
the man who cannot die
keep on carving his name
write it on the earth
and into the stone
spread it far and wide
understand
his life or his death
live with him
in his journey
understand
the cold and the dark