Category Archives: Poetry

FEAR

Every day, I’m on the run
I hear a loud cry: hungry terror
I turn back and it’s nothing
Black, bleak, pure absence

I’m on the run
But I’m sitting comfortably
in a room full of walls: fear
Bricks encompassing all around me
Bricks I must surely break

I’m on the run from myself
Fear holds strong me by the throat
My breath shortened day after day
I see his eyes, that
Damn devil of the night
His void filling up my lungs
As the bridge goes further from my grasp

I’m on the run
Standing in my ruin
Hear me pick up pace
Heading for that cursed bridge:
Shackles, injustice, unfair,
Shouts the iron holding the bridge

I’m on the run
On the road, in a race
Struggling to hold still
Struggling to keep intact my voice
Struggling to take that leap of faith, that jump
into the infinite: the abyss called life
Who says the bold hold no fear?

I’m on the run
Though I see my goal
That line, the place I must be
Yes! My hands hold the tool
still I ask, “devil of the night, will you leave me be?”
I see his wicked smile, that ancient house
“Your soul or mine?” I ask.
“Your soul and mine,” he replies.

I’m on the run
Closing my eyes, hands clenched
About to take that leap
That deep long breath
Across the road, life awaits: she stands
“Take it and leave everything alone,” she tells me.
“So darling let me in, let me in
and I’ll take care of you,” she sings.

The Way Ahead

Speaking from a broken record
Hearts finding balance in
the warmth of fresh air
A collision of burden souls moving
through the path of one redemption
All guided by a voice saying,
“Our story has been found”
Now remains, the will, the way:
Peseverance needed for completion

A Talk With Asa

Brighter than the clouds above
The dove sinking mid-air
White feathers painting the sky: kind

There goes my soul
My spirit,
So gentle, so calm
Wings of my thousand seasons

Brighter than the clouds above
The dove sinking mid-air
White feathers painting the sky: peace

There you go
My bird, my spirit
See me through the years
Float with my soul
Fly away from here

Whiter than the clouds above
Washing away the night before
Dove of my father’s strength
Your feathers holding my mother’s love

There you are
A speck so beautiful
So kind, so warm

There you are
Gliding away from the noise
Peace on your wings
A speck painting the sky: kind

Dove of a thousand seasons
Fly away, fly away
Fly away from here
And meet me at the end
With your ever so gentle blessings

Paid Stones

Money is key to unlocking power
It’s greed compressed in tongue bites
Suppressing any light that comes close by
Souls have no value, when the king reigns
Righteousness herself is lost in this crazy dance
Tossed around while wolves lick bones
Cry and cry but it will be heard as laughter
The lines have been crossed
The skin and its fellow marks
Now it’s a race full of rats
All biting up the ladder while the sugar pours from the cups of gold
It’s an eternity when we strive but are stricken with disease
Hopelessly forgotten, the age of paid stones
Take their brains out, drag out the wires
Turn on the switch,
What do you see?
Man or man-made?
Pull the paper out from your pockets
Read the lines and ask….
“Glowing mouth, where’s your soul?”
“Tell me, where’s your voice?”
I don’t want to even know what’s happened to your heart

Who is God?

That legend of all tales
The one who has the key
To fulfilling living
Without whom we all
Have only darkness to bare

My father who made water out of life
Never asking back for anything
Only we give out love from within
Sharing out kindness without receipts

The world calls the peaceful, a fool
Better a fool in the eyes of man
Than in the eyes of our life giver

So where is God?
I only have to look inside
Where the balance of life resides
Only there, a talk with life may commence

A Talk with Marvin Gaye

The mind wanders
As birds to the sky
The heaven within
has most at peace

Troubles; out and roaming
Hungrily waiting for those that
like the taste of sugar

The mind wanders
As earth to the Sun
Souls all captured
in the eternal circle of life

Troubles; free for all
Take one and get two more
An endless cycle of recycled pain
From the feet of the Sahara boy
To the necks of the greed-full ones

The mind wanders
As water to an ocean
Flyin amongst the clouds;
Mechanical tears high above,
causing lungs to soak in death

Troubles lay on ground like traps
Miss a step and your soul is caged
But alas, the mind wanders
Flyin high, hoping to reach
the fountain of life: The well
That one safe place remaining
For those who still thirst

So drink up from within your soul
And do save yourself
For the morning will come
With it, the light appears

A Talk with Gil Scott-Heron

All eyes see the same
Though the mind projects
Painting pain to others…

And as disdain feels our lips
Words: fire, escape our hearts
Forgetting the run arounds of daily peace

Mama Said

I hear my mother’s voice:
Full of trials and beliefs
It seeks to find me courage
For my now and my later days
It tells me though the waves are present
Do hold on for dare life, my boy
For after the rage and storm
The sun will find you strong and
bring you warmth for the rests of your days

A Talk with Alice Walker

Here in this room
Hearing her essence flow out
Keeps me fearless
Yet utterly hopeless
Though subtle, her voice
so strong fills the air up
Leaving me no space for pretence

That’s not Jesus, Its Jimi Hendrix

Hear the trees singing
Drifting on and on
Swaying, it’s a swirling frenzy
Out their roots, walking on foot
Yeah, it’s Jimi
Back again, with a hat full of leaves
Now ladies and hipsters alike
Here’s the man of the night

Set the fire up high
The clouds above
Full with souls of possibilities
Towers falling, anger recharged
Through the kite, I see
Hearts dance like salt to worms

Weird weird
Word to mouth, escalating to a crescendo
Yeah I’m back
Again with a preacher tongue

The sky’s falling
So fast, I’m digging a grave
To dissipate with the incoming grief

Weird weird
Word to mouth, escalating to a crescendo
Yeah I’m back again

At the turn of the century
Raging seas, bleeding ice
Paint red and it’s called bloody
Sounds forming, mouth watering
Eyes filtered, pouches replenishing
Mighty below, a fight’s about to come on
Understand, our world is a mess
Houses burning, all around us

It’s a mess, but I’m Jimi
Back again to relieve you from stress