Red Life

Sometimes in times of trouble people take to the most seemingly absurd methods of relief, but i find that true strength is in recognising the harm of such methods and finding the courage to stop, the courage to gather the little hope you have left and move on with your life. :)
It is a possible thing :)

Red life
Watch the scarlet river,
Seeping down the land,
Brilliant streams of glistening wine,
Running down my hand.

Slow and thick the river flows,
Bubbling at the source.
Unrelenting flow of life,
Showing no remorse.

Sharp and glistening is the tool,
Cruel, wicked, light.
Nimble with an innate strength,
Guide me through the night.

Pain and sorrow fleets away,
Only for a swipe.
Then the river flows again,
Sadness is made ripe.

Take away the numbness Lord,
Show to me your light!
What you promised me was joy,
What I have is fright.

Slow and steady trickling down,
Take away the pain.
Elevate me, rescue me,
Make me alive again.

All I want to feel is this,
Searing through the skin.
Intense feeling, intense high,
Erase all my sin.

Like an unborn child I curl,
Un-blind me, let me see.
Save me from this cruel world.
But first, save me from me.

Hello?Anyone up there?

I remember writing this a number of years ago... Too long ago infact, when I clutched onto my vague, naive sense of idealism.. sometimes it fades away, at other times you can't help feeling like the luckiest person in the whole world. Another question I kept asking myself was about this higher person, this omnipotent force that resides above us, below us, in us, around us. Does it have a name? Some call it "God", others, "a figment of human imagination"...I find him present in my life..and when I'm lucky, in my weakest most vulnerable moments, he finds me, and makes it all a little better.




The waves were rough, the sand was coarse, the sky was a pink hue,
The water sparkled in the sun - a brilliant aqua blue,
All seemed to be serene and tranquil on the sandy beach
The sea stretched on forever to a place just dreams can reach

But somewhere far away, a little boy was weeping
The purple seashell he had found had washed away while he was sleeping.
He did not want it for himself, and that’s why he was crying.
It was a gift meant to bring hope to his sister who was dying.

Now it was gone and so he walked along the sandy bay
Thinking of his sister in a place not far away.
He thought that he should bring her here, so she could have some joy
Away from the promise of death-just waves, the water and the sky

They both rose early in the morn - to watch the bright sky rise
A new day - the symbol of hope brought tears to their eyes
He pushed her wheelchair to the beach, and there they talked about
Times when life was sweet and laughter always rang aloud.
All sadness was forgotten as they joked and sang a while,
Unknown to them someone, was watching with a smile
And suddenly, the calm waters were disturbed-a great wave rose up high,
And lapped about their feet as froth, and soon it had gone by.

And when they both looked down, they were stunned beyond belief
To see a sparkling purple seashell - lying at their feet.

Untitled thoughts

It was a long time ago, and I haven't communicated my feelings with the literary finesse that i hoped to, but nontheless...

Breath is life, and life is breath
And I can feel a silent death
Whisper in my ear and say
Escape and take the easy way
out.To places far beyond
No empty thoughts or fragile bonds
That break to leave you wheezing
Coughing, tearing ,sneezing

At life.Can't breathe.Can't live.Can't bear
To find a lack of meaning there
Where hope is dead and hate consumes
And over all the earth it looms
That silent death, that lack of air
That grasp for life,that empty stare
Of loved ones gone,live in my mind
The only love is left behind

By seas of tears and thoughts that fade
When morning comes,when time is made
Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust
I wont forget that simple trust
That simple love, those simple years
That simple past, erased by tears.
Ressurrected by the mind
I wish again that I could find

A way,a will, will to survive
Will to breathe, to stay alive.

April Showers

Don't you just love the rain sometimes...when you're in a mood of reckless abandonment,that rare moment when you don't care about what you're going to look like. The feel of it on your skin, the fresh smell it releases from the mud and the grass, and the way it makes everything else just stop mattering.. It stops time in it's tracks and for a moment, all you know is the water that envelopes you.



April Showers

Sheets of rain,
Shimmering, slicing through the sky,
Splashing in silver streams,
Shining like streaks of silk,
Soaked, shivering I stand alone,
In natures embrace.

The Moth

The Moth

The pale moon rises, bathed in milk
Touching shadows softly, whispering silk
The black sky stares onto endless, dark night
Lit by the moons incandescent light
And slowly she wakes in her silken confines
A rebirth into the dark world of dark times

Fevered sweat forms upon her pale brow
As she wakes to remember and lives to find sorrow
Her beings completion has fast been achieved
From this dark prison her body is conceived

She stretches her form, no longer a mesh
Of animal changing, of intertwined flesh
And frees herself slowly, creeps out from within
Her soul is exposed to the darkness of sin

Her body is drenched with the juices of life
From which she was born, into which she shall die
And reveals her sweet beauty unto the crude place
So undeserving of her shining face

She spreads her out her dusty wings, gray as the Ash
Of the flame once forgotten, a silver white sash
Streaked across her plain body reveals not so much
Her wings powdery surface, so lovely to touch

But the pale moon is dying and sets in the sky
Turning red as it leaves and she turns off to fly
Swiftly and slow through the soundless clear night
To hide from the coming, to hide from the light

She must save her body and save her soul-torn
From the light of the morning, the death of the dawn.

It's All Me

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haha, yeah..Gotta get into this blogging thing.
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