You tell me, you don’t ask me!
Still I say yes.
Controlling yet conflicting! and still!
I say yes.
You say you’re sorry for the way you treated me and those I love? I don’t believe it,
Yet I say yes that I forgive you.
It’s stupid really, because when you say it’s not your fault, and I say who else is there to blame?
You tell me can’t you see!!! It’s you,
Foolishly I agree, even though I know I’m wrong I still say Yes!!
But now I’ll turn the table and show you how it feels, make you understand how much you make it real.
And now I will not stop until you see who you are and what you do!!
An
Awake! Always awake!
My eyes shut tight but my mind switched on,
A watcher of the night, that’s who I am.
Fatigue gripping tightly at my throat trying desperately to kill the light,
But still I sleep, awake!
The physical being is stiff, rigid in its resting state,
But my spirit is dancing, floating lightly across the rafters.
The world is such a different place, in here it’s the only time my will is free!
But god forbid that I should actually dream, oh no!
Awake am I wishing desperately to close the curtains and lock the doors of this world to see another place and feel energised because of and not shattered in spite of it all.
I
Standing there looking across the river bank,
I know I can travel there! I can make this happen if I want to.
Life is a river running , speeding swiftly towards the estuary of life.
Warily stepping onto the rafters, gingerly moving onto the worlds tidal support.
I know I have this I can make this dream a reality, I just have to trust that I have the control, the measure of myself.
The waters running speedily threatening to carry me away,
The Bridge conjuring faith within my self,
The first step is always the hardest, take a deep breath, be strong, and have faith.
The Bridge I cross is wavering under me but strong and supportive,
Friends, fami
As the tide waxes and wanes,
my life without you is this!
Each day I think of you and cannot find no more that bliss.
Activities no longer mean the same,
just an action, emotionless passing threads of time!
As I contemplate what should have been our future!
Watching the sun and moon bicker in the eclipse of the noon,
I miss the possibility of us! doing and being the oneness that we had become.
I am still ebbing to and fro, my tears the foam upon the raging waves,
I long for that which was my dawn,
The birdsong, that breath of life,
But it cannot be sustained as the ocean waxes, my world continues on,
I am the driftwood on an ever undulati
In the shadows of the night by soulsearcher1on1, literature
Literature
In the shadows of the night
In the shadows of the night you rest within my mind,
In the light of mornings dawn you wake with me,
With thoughts turning to words you name will be the
In the shadows of the night you are within my mind.
At the start of each new day you are the sunshine in my eyes,
Underneath the boughs of trees you are right there at my side,
But I’m the shadows of the night you rest within my mind.
Even when I do not speak thoughts are there in full, regaled.
As the passing of the time brings another day sure to be hailed,
But in the shadows of the night you will always rest within my mind.
So much water under the bridge, the ebb and flow of time.
Emotions ricochet around the twisted mind, cannot be censored.
I lost him once the love of my inborn soul, he belonged rooted in my heart,
This insipid world gave me something truly unique! then snatched him from life, snuffed like a candle starved of oxygen.
Pain constantly regurgitates like an ulcerated wound seeping venom.
Then life begins again, a new approach to a wounderous rainbow,
It’s splendour shimmering dew like into my world,
There he stands a second chance perhaps? Who knows?
Can this be a cruel trick? or have times changed such that I can rebuild against all odds!
Like the blood flowing through our veins,
Energy runs back and forth between us.
Continuation replays at every turn leaving me motionless,
Make us stronger as the breath burns within the fireplace that is my soul,
Peaks and troughs making progress so much harder,
Belief becoming less tantalising as we all fight to make things happen so that they work,
Forever! seeming shorter, instead of limitless, giving me a broken hope,
It cannot stave away the storms we weather!
Letting go, then catching hold to resist the flawless winds of time.
Are we always to be reckoned with for the failures inset with promised second chances.
The world like organs i
You tell me, you don’t ask me!
Still I say yes.
Controlling yet conflicting! and still!
I say yes.
You say you’re sorry for the way you treated me and those I love? I don’t believe it,
Yet I say yes that I forgive you.
It’s stupid really, because when you say it’s not your fault, and I say who else is there to blame?
You tell me can’t you see!!! It’s you,
Foolishly I agree, even though I know I’m wrong I still say Yes!!
But now I’ll turn the table and show you how it feels, make you understand how much you make it real.
And now I will not stop until you see who you are and what you do!!
An
Awake! Always awake!
My eyes shut tight but my mind switched on,
A watcher of the night, that’s who I am.
Fatigue gripping tightly at my throat trying desperately to kill the light,
But still I sleep, awake!
The physical being is stiff, rigid in its resting state,
But my spirit is dancing, floating lightly across the rafters.
The world is such a different place, in here it’s the only time my will is free!
But god forbid that I should actually dream, oh no!
Awake am I wishing desperately to close the curtains and lock the doors of this world to see another place and feel energised because of and not shattered in spite of it all.
I
Standing there looking across the river bank,
I know I can travel there! I can make this happen if I want to.
Life is a river running , speeding swiftly towards the estuary of life.
Warily stepping onto the rafters, gingerly moving onto the worlds tidal support.
I know I have this I can make this dream a reality, I just have to trust that I have the control, the measure of myself.
The waters running speedily threatening to carry me away,
The Bridge conjuring faith within my self,
The first step is always the hardest, take a deep breath, be strong, and have faith.
The Bridge I cross is wavering under me but strong and supportive,
Friends, fami
As the tide waxes and wanes,
my life without you is this!
Each day I think of you and cannot find no more that bliss.
Activities no longer mean the same,
just an action, emotionless passing threads of time!
As I contemplate what should have been our future!
Watching the sun and moon bicker in the eclipse of the noon,
I miss the possibility of us! doing and being the oneness that we had become.
I am still ebbing to and fro, my tears the foam upon the raging waves,
I long for that which was my dawn,
The birdsong, that breath of life,
But it cannot be sustained as the ocean waxes, my world continues on,
I am the driftwood on an ever undulati
In the shadows of the night by soulsearcher1on1, literature
Literature
In the shadows of the night
In the shadows of the night you rest within my mind,
In the light of mornings dawn you wake with me,
With thoughts turning to words you name will be the
In the shadows of the night you are within my mind.
At the start of each new day you are the sunshine in my eyes,
Underneath the boughs of trees you are right there at my side,
But I’m the shadows of the night you rest within my mind.
Even when I do not speak thoughts are there in full, regaled.
As the passing of the time brings another day sure to be hailed,
But in the shadows of the night you will always rest within my mind.
So much water under the bridge, the ebb and flow of time.
Emotions ricochet around the twisted mind, cannot be censored.
I lost him once the love of my inborn soul, he belonged rooted in my heart,
This insipid world gave me something truly unique! then snatched him from life, snuffed like a candle starved of oxygen.
Pain constantly regurgitates like an ulcerated wound seeping venom.
Then life begins again, a new approach to a wounderous rainbow,
It’s splendour shimmering dew like into my world,
There he stands a second chance perhaps? Who knows?
Can this be a cruel trick? or have times changed such that I can rebuild against all odds!
Like the blood flowing through our veins,
Energy runs back and forth between us.
Continuation replays at every turn leaving me motionless,
Make us stronger as the breath burns within the fireplace that is my soul,
Peaks and troughs making progress so much harder,
Belief becoming less tantalising as we all fight to make things happen so that they work,
Forever! seeming shorter, instead of limitless, giving me a broken hope,
It cannot stave away the storms we weather!
Letting go, then catching hold to resist the flawless winds of time.
Are we always to be reckoned with for the failures inset with promised second chances.
The world like organs i
Awake! Always awake!
My eyes shut tight but my mind switched on,
A watcher of the night, that’s who I am.
Fatigue gripping tightly at my throat trying desperately to kill the light,
But still I sleep, awake!
The physical being is stiff, rigid in its resting state,
But my spirit is dancing, floating lightly across the rafters.
The world is such a different place, in here it’s the only time my will is free!
But god forbid that I should actually dream, oh no!
Awake am I wishing desperately to close the curtains and lock the doors of this world to see another place and feel energised because of and not shattered in spite of it all.
I
Standing there looking across the river bank,
I know I can travel there! I can make this happen if I want to.
Life is a river running , speeding swiftly towards the estuary of life.
Warily stepping onto the rafters, gingerly moving onto the worlds tidal support.
I know I have this I can make this dream a reality, I just have to trust that I have the control, the measure of myself.
The waters running speedily threatening to carry me away,
The Bridge conjuring faith within my self,
The first step is always the hardest, take a deep breath, be strong, and have faith.
The Bridge I cross is wavering under me but strong and supportive,
Friends, fami
As the tide waxes and wanes,
my life without you is this!
Each day I think of you and cannot find no more that bliss.
Activities no longer mean the same,
just an action, emotionless passing threads of time!
As I contemplate what should have been our future!
Watching the sun and moon bicker in the eclipse of the noon,
I miss the possibility of us! doing and being the oneness that we had become.
I am still ebbing to and fro, my tears the foam upon the raging waves,
I long for that which was my dawn,
The birdsong, that breath of life,
But it cannot be sustained as the ocean waxes, my world continues on,
I am the driftwood on an ever undulati
Like the blood flowing through our veins,
Energy runs back and forth between us.
Continuation replays at every turn leaving me motionless,
Make us stronger as the breath burns within the fireplace that is my soul,
Peaks and troughs making progress so much harder,
Belief becoming less tantalising as we all fight to make things happen so that they work,
Forever! seeming shorter, instead of limitless, giving me a broken hope,
It cannot stave away the storms we weather!
Letting go, then catching hold to resist the flawless winds of time.
Are we always to be reckoned with for the failures inset with promised second chances.
The world like organs i
So much water under the bridge, the ebb and flow of time.
Emotions ricochet around the twisted mind, cannot be censored.
I lost him once the love of my inborn soul, he belonged rooted in my heart,
This insipid world gave me something truly unique! then snatched him from life, snuffed like a candle starved of oxygen.
Pain constantly regurgitates like an ulcerated wound seeping venom.
Then life begins again, a new approach to a wounderous rainbow,
It’s splendour shimmering dew like into my world,
There he stands a second chance perhaps? Who knows?
Can this be a cruel trick? or have times changed such that I can rebuild against all odds!
Resonating is the soft gentle croon,
The willow whispers the voice of the wind,
Where too shall the windows of time tick monotonously?
Let it be, let it be,
Don't look back into this nightmare world of mine,
Take a moment to see the temperance war like,
Watch time slip away, decline its rudimentary way,
A cacophonous labyrinth whirling in my mind.
Twisted walls vaporise in front of every vision
There is no rhyme or reason,
Let it be let it be.
Then when the waking hour has taken its control,
Laden with diamond like morning dew,
Covet the memories that complicate this world,
Branded webs of catastrophic prowess,
Let it be, LET IT BE.
Awa
Someday things will be better,
Someday we'll see the starlit skies again,
Share the wonders, the splendour of eternal perfection.
Forever here along the roadway travelling,
Gather the autumn leaves as death begins unravelling,
To start anew the last snows of spring borrowed from winters terrain.
Someday life will kick start and take the world by storm,
Showers of relentless energy like the northern lights,
Aura bright and beautiful, surrounding all that is alive,
Cascading colour onto the dim Terra firma of my life.
Someday we will conjoin two worlds complete and fulfilled within you and I.
I'm 57, I have a zest for life, I like to see whats out there and watch talent as it grows I just discovered something. Some one just said to me that one of my poems is "sad but good" My reply was that "poetry is life and life is sad but good"
Favourite Movies
Horror, thriller and suspence
Favourite TV Shows
CSI, and other crime orientated stuff, House
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Love Rock, many other genres also.
Favourite Books
Patricia Cornwell, Anne Rice, Jeffrey Deaver, Brahm Stoker, there are so many, I love some younger authors too, Edgar Allen Poe.JK Rowling, Darren Shan
To~ArtisanKirei (https://www.deviantart.com/artisankirei) BA(HONS)
Each day brings new thoughts and procrastinations,
But most of all it dawns life from sleep and movement forward.
Every time we wake we turn over in our minds what we need to be doing to enhance our lives.
I really feel for the younger generations, don't envy the arduous task of finding work.
Too many companies not willing to give them a chance to show their worth on the grounds that they have no work experience, and very few people willing to guide and help them on their quest.
It is such a shame that they have made them selves worthy by gaining higher education and achieving something that I never did, I a
https://www.thisisleicestershire.co.uk/news/Head-shave-aids-tsunami-fund/article-3420196-detail/article.html
The link above is an article in the local news paper The Leicester Murcury.
Please read if you get the opportunity :)
If you are in the area be sure to call in to the Tea room on Allandale road.
Lockwoods Tea Room
Easter Saturday 23rd of April 2011 at 3pm GMT.
Other wise have a great easter weekend, from Egg Head:P