Tag: Poetry Corner

Repairer of the Breach

Repairer of the Breach

Will you take this on?
Will you fight?
Will you do what os right - 
even while they tear at your flesh?
Will you answer the abeng of your heart
the haunting sounds of the drums
as they speak to you of what's to come?
Even when they tell you of dangers
lurking in familiar places.
Will you breach the electric fence
and break the dam
so water can flood the land
again?
Will you take that stand?
Or will you sit
drowning in your own spit
as you reach for rotting morsels of flesh?

Will you embrace your destiny?

Will you be the repairer of the breach?

I Stand Corrected

I Stand Corrected

I stand corrected,
for now I truly see,
the breach I have committed
in not seeing your humanity.
I am better than the Pharisee - 
is this not true?

I stand corrected, 
for my shaky legacy
of misguided hurt
that led me to bury you in the dirt
when I cast the first stone
instead of bathing you in the light.

I stand corrected for my part
in not seeing the treasure you are,
in my chest filled with duplicitous art.

Hold Fast

Hold Fast

Hold fast to the truth
the light of the sun
the promise of spring
to the new bloom
to living water
that flows from your dreams
to the wonder of a child
not bitten by life's poison.
Hold fast to your self
to the truth that never dies
to the song in your heart.
Hold fast to pure love
forgiveness
hope
obsured by the clouds
that part to let it through.
Hold fast to those
who want the best for you
and do the best they can
especially when they disappoint you.
Hold on to what you have
do not lose contact
with what makes you, you
to what keeps you sane
that brings you back
again and again
from the cold pelting rains.
Hold fast and don't let go...

Family

Family

Family,
they are a peculiar lot
who love a whole lot
but certainly not enough
for those who stray too far.
They give with all their might
once you give them delight,
but none of the real stuff
that truly matters at the right time.

Family,
a curious set
that can at once love and detest
those that test
and disgrace,

"but we are blood".

Family,
are most perplexing a breed
for they have the power
to kill your dreams
but never seem
to realise that they
are at the centre of your demise.

Family,
can you ever escape them?
Do you wish to?

Keeping it Real

Keeping It Real

I have been designed many times:
who I am
who I should be 
who I was meant to be.
But none asked  
what I am to me
what I was meant to be
or what I see in me.

They count the years
and fuel my fears
with their unasked for expectations.
No one seems willing
for me to be me -
They will say they do-

      There is the lie.

They can't handle the truth of me.
And so they see what they want to see
the maddening fever of their mirage.
So
they polish up and shine
the me they designed
and leave me to languish,
wasted 
dusty
on the shelf.
There I sit
after having been split
by good intentions
and kind words,
struggling to reassemble myself
while you nurture a leprechaun elf.

I Try and Compose Myself

I Try and Compose Myself

I stay still
and pray for the will
to keep myself together.
The more I try
to shut my eyes
A little piece of me
falls away 
like the burnish autumn leaves.
Silently too like an old banshee
I scream from the fright
of what this could mean.
Layer after layer melted in a scurry
while I sat nervously
fretting and sweating with worry - 
what could this mean?

As each layer continues to fall away - 
to de-compose
and expose -
What I see,
is a deep down rawness
of a tale no one knows - 
not even me.

Pure Faith

Pure Faith

I stand on a mountain
covered compeltely.
Unable to see
I stand still
waiting
watching,
for God's degree.
I don't know what is ahead
but I know what I left behind:
a tratious mob
shouting for my decline,
masked transient beings
who seem true and real
until you check your progress
and realise
they were always a part of your ordeals.
So here I have come
to see what I will become
when I step off the edge,
 die to fear
and live in pure faith.