Tag: poetry

The Imposter

The Imposter

Look at them,
innocent lambs to the slaughter
of my decay.
They think they know
but no
they don't know the carnage I can bring.
I have killed before
and may do so once again.
They don't know I can suck them dry
and make them just like me.
"Beware of false prophets"
for they too like you
are blind to devil's tricks.
I too was blinded
and have yet to recover my eyes
and so must follow a distant voice.
Don't tell me I achieved
through blood sweat and tears
all that I have achieved - 
the agony of the truth
is too much to bear
I must not share the burden of not belonging.
I look in the water
and for a second see myself,
then the pebbles come along 
to remind me to retreat 
once more back on the shelf,
a lonely hallow place,
where I belong,
because I do not belong,
incompetent as I am,
to anywhere else.

Knock it Out Your Way

Knock It out Your Way

It may get messy
but don't be afraid
to kick it out the way.
They may say
that it's not how you play
the game
but so what.
Take the chance 
to get back control
before your lose your soul
in the blackhole of regret.

To succeed it must be agreed
that you have to strike first.

Don't lie with fear
and rise with despair
take control
and take hold of what you need.
Knock all the doubts 
out of your way
and keep them under your feet.

Smile Through Them Tears

Smile Through Them Tears

Yes,
I know it hurts,
I know you are raw
from being beaten 
too long
and too much.
I know you are stiff
already set in the grave
your lips refuse to move when you are at the edge
of the cliff.
I know the rain has left you
to gallivant somewhere else
to bless
and bring success
to somebody else.
I know you can't stop them
anymore.

So cry if you want to
let it flow down and cover your view
of possibilities.
Get it all out,
who knows,
it may stop the drought and the doubts.
Then maybe you can go about
the business you came here to do.

Grant Us Peace

Grant Us Peace

I know how it feels
when the arrow pierces your skin
hits bone and goes deeper within
piercing the very soul.

I have cried out in anguish
throat raw with blood
choking in the blood
from remember what has been.

I have died a little
each time I realise
life doesn't get easier
because you will it so
or because you think you know
the heart of your most loved brethren.

I have woken
many nights
with blood shot-eyes
after seeing the mangled bodies
of innocent lambs
slaughtered just because of man and man.

I know of bone chilling things
that languishes without and within
of a trauma filled void
growing wider and deeper it seems.

I have tasted the petrifingly dark taste
of putrid flesh
as it melts away from the wasted.

So in this hour,
another dark moment a constant threat
that will be filled with many regret.
Grant us Peace!

A Lazy Afternoon

A Lazy Afternoon

I sit at ease
alert to all that is at play.
The bees are busy beesing
as a lizard jumps from tree to tree.
In the distance music feeds the soul
and a way off a broom 
sweeps your troubles away.
Then, a laugh here
a slap there
reminds you to keep in line,
while ants continue their march
to ensure life is lived.

To revive those who drift off
a sharp crow or two
attacks the unsuspecting victims.
Now giant towers roam the sky
serenaded by swirling birds
offer the promise of much needed purification,
while the breeze strokes every inch of skin
it can reach
whispering sweet lullabies. 

Nothing is out of step
each occupies its space fully
part of life's tapestry,
on this lazy afternoon.