Monday 27 August 2007

DREAMS IN THE DUSK


Dreams in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day’s close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
The far, deep things of dreamland.

Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,
Only the old remembered pictures
Of lost days when the day’s loss
Wrote in tears the heart’s loss.

Tears and loss and broken dreams
May find your heart at dusk.

SHADOW IN THE DARK

I’m a shadow in the dark
The quintessential sound of death
I’m a shadow in the dark
Like the reaper’s icy breath

I’m a statue set in stone
In apathetic sleep
Let the world just pass me by
And I will never weep

I’m a shadow in the dark
The quintessential sound of death
I’m a shadow in the dark
Like the reaper’s icy breath

You don’t have to set me free
You don’t have to light my night
You don’t have to feel my breath
Or step into my line of sight
For I’m a shadow in the dark
You know I’m there but you can’t see
I’m a shadow in the dark
You pass me by, and leave me be.

....SILENCE....




Here we are walking
yet not talking,
silence silence.

we've grown apart
yet here we are walking,
but not talking



we are together
yet far apart
silence silence


I watch our shadows
with a sour look

slipping farther apart


This cannot be
what happened to
you and me

silence silence


Silence silence everywhere

................ because we have nothing more to share!


PERFECT...........


Remembering the times you were

Of your own kind in deep despair,

And thinking life is never fair…

With pain and anguish felt.

When others on you their ways impressed,

Your self-esteem was sore suppressed,

Through shame and guilt… t’was never blessed…

Perfect within yourself.


In childhood’s stormy seas you lost

Your innocence, your dreams were tossed

Upon the rocks, you count the cost…

In loneliness you dwelt.

Still struggling to stem the tears,

The consequence of former years,

Sad memories shape the future fears…

Perfect within yourself.



If troubled times with you abound,

And advice from others you have found

Your conflicts even more confound…

Under pressure you had knelt.

Though shame may leave you feeling weak,

Whatever comforts you may seek,

Remember that the strong are meek…

Perfect within yourself.



Perchance that you attempt to find

A calmer, restful, tranquil mind,

And contentment of the lasting kind…

The icy burden melt.

To reach fulfilment you must deign

To recover loss and banish pain.

Just look inside yourself again…

Perfect within yourself.



Whatever reasons you intend

For injustice to amend,

Let hope eternal be your friend…

And inspiration felt.

Unleash those actions you require

To bring about what you desire,

Make known, that others you inspire…

Perfect within yourself.



You are the sum of what you do,

Yet, to be the perfect you,

Always to yourself be true…

Whatever hand is dealt.

To shine as bright as the brightest star,

You do not need to look that far.

You are perfect as you are…

Perfect within yourself.

DARKNESS.......


Me and the darkness have been constant companions

Ever since I can remember.

Neither friends, nor bosom buddies.

It is just that we have always been together.

I do not fear the dark…I respect it.

I know of its misrepresentations…

The dark cellar…

The dark of night…

My dark skin…

Dark moments…

The traumatic and negative elements of my life.



But I have also used the darkness.

I have hidden away in the darkness…

Sheltered in its shadows…

Reflected in the darkest moments…

Celebrated the darkness of my skin colour.

Is a petal on a flower any different,

Just because you cannot see the colour in the dark?



I know what the darkness can do…

The hold it can have over people…

The fear they can have for it…

But the darkness holds no fear for me.

It is just there…I am used to it…

Habituated to it…

Neither comfortable nor uncomfortable in it.

Me and the darkness…

Our journeys are together set …forever.

We will always be unwilling bedfellows…

But we will always be inseparable.

DESPAIR....

Definition of despair:

Someone's mind beyond repair?

A wilful creak on the stair

And a fly trapped in a spider's lair,

Torments of the child - alone

With the angry ringing telephone,

Echoes crash from the mockery stone:

Nanny's voice in the nursery tone

Brings cold comfort and order,

Stilling the anguished recorder:

"Child still!" Without a border,

Haunted by a watching warder.