Yellow, the colour of hope,
Keeps its colour for a time,
the length depending on its strenth.
Then, Yellow fades through cream
to a white bleached by time
and the death of a dream.
And yet, looking closely
at that white,
as if in a dream re-awakening,
isn't that just a small hint of cream?
Needing only that small hint of cream
to burst into that vibrant Yellow dream
once again.
Yellow,
never truly fading.
Love floats
Sorrow floats
In and out of our lives.
For now
our love and our sorrow
float
in the same directions.
but separately.
Maybe, someday
they will float
again towards each other,
and meet
and be fused forever-
not just in our hearts
as now.
Till then
Life floats
She was older and wiser
That's what they said
She was witty and clever
Always looked straight ahead.
But what could they know
Of the hurt and the dread
That threatened to kill her
Each night in her bed.
Sleep never came
His vision was clear
The darkness caused nothing
But memories and fear.
"I got you," he'd murmur
";'ve had you and won."
He took her and left her
His fun, it was done.
He went and he left her
But never took flight
For his seed he had planted
When he raped her that night.
You spun your cocoon
A lifetime ago.
As a butterfly
You emerged and appeared
As perfection to the unknowing eye.
But,
Like a butterfly
You were gone too soon.
You couldn't live long
Outside your cocoon.
You struggle now
To get out
From inside that cocoon.
Does the light hurt your eyes?
They'll be shaded
Does your heart beat too fast?
It'll be soothed.
are you scared to look forward?
Look to now.
I'm here
Outside your cocoon.
Four stone wall surrounded you.
Your built them.
Safe confinement
yet
Solitary confusion.
Those four stone walls
were not timeless.
They crumbled,
Little by little
then
Stone by stone.
You did not allow
for
the strength of love.
Together we rebuilt.
Now again
Four stone walls surround you.
but they surround me too.
Don't get too close
You might make me feel
Things I'd rather not feel.
Come close for a moment
Then leave me alone
To ponder the risks.
Will I get hurt?
Will I hurt you?
The fact that I'm thinking
Must mean I care.
Would I dare
Love you forever?
What of the risks
Of the hurt and the pain?
Too late.
I've already let myself love again.
I can leave you in body
But never in mind
Don't say I should leave
While you stay behind.
Your very essence
Is a part of me
Embedded far deeper
Than any body could be.
If I were to go
Would I truly leave you?
Or is it that I
Am inside you too?
Like a crab
She is tough
She is strong
She is rough.
You'll see if you prise
Beneath that disguise.
She'll fight you
She'll claw
She doesn't want you to see
Her soul bared, raw.
But when she is ready,
She'll let you know
That beneath lies the part
That she can't always show.
egocentricity
"Mine, mine, mine,"; they shout
"Give me, give me, give me."
But the big wheel, it turns,
the gap , it is closing.
It is sure, it is defined
No guesswork, no supposing.
Such a primitive race
people are at this time.
Hungrily hating, wanting
With no reason nor rhyme.
But the big wheel, it turns,
the gap, closing tight.
Soon darkness will be dispelled
and replaced by the light.
This light it is shining
in its purity of love
and is reaching more people
who now welcome the dove.
So the big wheel, it turns,
the gap, barely there.
As the people move up
to a dimension of care.
State of whole global peace,
eventually will be
When the big wheel it takes them
to their sanctuary.
Peace will only arrive
when the gap is no more
Then human love will replace
all the fighting and war.
"I just want peace," says he.
"Should I go?" I ask.
"No, you are my peace
so stay by me
and then forever
my peace shall be."
sitting on a verandah
large hat adorns her head
sunglasses hide her eyes
the sun glints off them
She smiles and laughs
I aim the camera at her
but the sun reflecting is just too bright
no photo of this beautiful sight.
The wind picks up, stronger
A small hand grasps mine
I look to the heavens
a massive black covering
comes our way
A light shines at the tail end of it
I aim the camera at the sky
but a leaf on the lens does alight
no photo of this awesome sight.
The small hand in mine
as we cross a bridge
a carnival is all around
in the streets and on the river
I turn to look behind
a massive stone arch towers to the sky
I reach for the camera but
it cannot be found
my tears hit the ground
A plane to my left
heads towards the earth to land
it is so close i can see the faces in the windows
they are holiday makers
the plane is silver and yellow
and gleams in the now shining sun
Reds oranges and tangerines
explode and shoot stars to the sky
it is the carnival fireworks
I grab my camera
I aim and click aim and click
but the film is all done
no photo of this display like a sun.
the little one tugs on my sleeve
says let's go back to the house
my mother is no longer there on the verandah
my father comes and they drive away
after kissing me farewell
My look lingers on the shining red
tail lights as they disappear up the road.
with a sagging heart
I put the camera down
too late to take a photo
too late to say i love you
too late to give a hug
too late to give another kiss
another photo i am to miss.
She takes my hand in her small one
and we close the gate
head up the road and down stone steps
to a dark railway tunnel
An old man of dark and weathered skin
sits against a wall, playing a tune
I stumble over his stretched out legs
An apology is spoken to him
His eyes meet mine and hold them
they are wise and kind and he smiles
and his eyes say that's all right
I need no camera to record this sight
in all the gloom
he is the ligh
as a child in its infancy.
It is created, it is born
it has only basic survival skills.
It suckles its mother in order to live,
reflex actions.
It learns to respond
and wriggles its toes
it learns to want more
and searches wider for satisfaction.
it develops an ego
and tests it out
enter the two year old tantrums
i want i want
and if i don't get
i will yell and kick and scream
that is where we are at
in this world today
for we are but a very young world
and we are not yet at an age
where we can truly relate to others
and consider their needs
but time moves us on
at a very slow pace
we are learning about others
outside of our needy centres
as we mature into older children
who realise we care for others
who care for us.
it takes a long time to mature
into wise adults
a lifetime of experiences
full of hurt and hope
and the world is not yet there
we are only in infancy
every child needs teachers and guides
to show them the paths
they may take
then it is eventually their choice.
our world is seeing
more enlightened teachers and guides
so that in time to come
more and more children
will choose better paths
more peaceful
more loving paths
our world also has
many types of children
like children, our nations
have the egoless, the poor,
the low self esteem,
the inflated egos, the rich,the greedy....
none yet are balanced
and have the energy flowing
between the heavens and the ground
they fight for survival
in the only way they know how
sad but true.
this will change as we as a planet mature into
sensitive, more balanced young adults
imagine what a beautiful place it will be
when we are grown old and so wise
full of love and compassion for the Earth and all on it.
then we will truly be in the next dimension
of light and love
but now we are only two
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