Words are very precious and powerful, words can build, words can break, words can paint pictures and create fantasy, words can express love, desire as well as anger and hate. Unfortunately in our world we take our words for granted, people say things like 'I will kill you' and think it has no meaning or what about 'I love you' while not having any real comprehension of the power and meaning in that phrase. Words trigger actions, and can change paths and the future and words can heal.
Words are tossed around with ease and no thought of their strength and purity. I believe that words are the pictures and expressions of our hearts and minds and need to be used carefully because they are like water drops splashing and spreading, wider and wider mixing with other drops outside of our peripheral, sometimes we will never see the damage our words can cause, that's really sad, I would like to think that the words I use will give something positive to others, and if I never see those results? Then at least I will have done something right.
Words are tossed around with ease and no thought of their strength and purity. I believe that words are the pictures and expressions of our hearts and minds and need to be used carefully because they are like water drops splashing and spreading, wider and wider mixing with other drops outside of our peripheral, sometimes we will never see the damage our words can cause, that's really sad, I would like to think that the words I use will give something positive to others, and if I never see those results? Then at least I will have done something right.
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Here are words on a page, These words belong to others and hopefully will grow, please enjoy them.
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The point of poetry
is in the tip of a t,
the point of a p
it lies in the drop of a tear
and drizzles down to the
point of your hear-
t
beat
An impossible thought
I dream of you
you hands to hold
to fall into your eyes
to hold you and never let you go
I see you in front of me
so soft, so perfect
I long to reach out
I long to touch you
the softness of your hair
as the light caresses,
your lips, so sensual, captivating
drawing me in
I can never leave
I am yours, if you want me
I dream of you,
to hold you and never let you go
Looking Back
We were once, a group,
boys, being men.
A time of madness
a time like no other.
We walked into battle
naive, simplistic
pawns of history
a force, of lives bonded
To describe this,
I can’t, its just fleeting memories,
the madness, the courage,
the fear and the tears
to take up arms, to face the unknown,
created for that moment, soon to pass,
again, the picture changes, again
a reflection of someone else's game
We can’t stop this,
we can’t prevent it happening
Blood flowing, soaking into nothing,
yet when the call was heard, we were there.
Another time..long ago
To wish
To wish within a moment,
beauty envisioned, a part of me,
my soul to show.
I open myself to you.
A trust I give,
this part is yours,
from me to you,
I freely give.
Recieve me then,
one thing I ask,
spare a thought for feeling,
know who I am.
Nothing held back
all I am, open and naked.
I won’t ask for you,
I will just wait.
The Woman I Know
The woman I know,
there you stand
so far away
I want to reach out to you
To feel you
To touch your softness
Your smile soaks through my mind
I see your mouth
The sensuality of your spirit
I want to hold you,
Feel you in my arms
Just to know….
I dream of you
you hands to hold
to fall into your eyes
to hold you and never let you go
I see you in front of me
so soft, so perfect
I long to reach out
I long to touch you
the softness of your hair
as the light caresses,
your lips, so sensual, captivating
drawing me in
I can never leave
I am yours, if you want me
I dream of you,
to hold you and never let you go
Aug 2002
Looking Back
We were once, a group,
boys, being men.
A time of madness
a time like no other.
We walked into battle
naive, simplistic
pawns of history
a force, of lives bonded
To describe this,
I can’t, its just fleeting memories,
the madness, the courage,
the fear and the tears
to take up arms, to face the unknown,
created for that moment, soon to pass,
again, the picture changes, again
a reflection of someone else's game
We can’t stop this,
we can’t prevent it happening
Blood flowing, soaking into nothing,
yet when the call was heard, we were there.
Another time..long ago
Politics the plague of humanity, where peoples ego’s and sense of self interpretation rule others lives and destinies, a weird twisted combination of chess and droughts, where people in positions of power lay their agenda’s over other peoples lives. Don’t get me wrong, there have to be leaders, but where is the accountability scale? A yardstick to measure the good and a spade with which to bury the garbage and insane. Years later I realized its just a game. I think national anthems are great at sporting events, but have lost the ethical standpoint to be used anywhere else!
To wish
To wish within a moment,
beauty envisioned, a part of me,
my soul to show.
I open myself to you.
A trust I give,
this part is yours,
from me to you,
I freely give.
Recieve me then,
one thing I ask,
spare a thought for feeling,
know who I am.
Nothing held back
all I am, open and naked.
I won’t ask for you,
I will just wait.
2004
The Woman I Know
The woman I know,
there you stand
so far away
I want to reach out to you
To feel you
To touch your softness
Your smile soaks through my mind
I see your mouth
The sensuality of your spirit
I want to hold you,
Feel you in my arms
Just to know….
This will always be unfinished, maybe one day I can finish it.-2002
The mist closes down
Hearts beating!
The sweat dripping,
The cold bites through
Where is our enemy
Where will death come from?
Shapes drift in and out
Silence covers
No-one speaks
We listen
Soft footsteps moving
Sounds come and go silently
Senses heightened
Adrenalin seeps through our veins
The dust, the sweat, the blood
Safety so far away
Still we move
Onward, ever onward
Toward the inevitable
To one day die.
An operation we did a long time ago, We drew fire, the mist closed in. it happened so quickly
(happened sometime in the 80's, wrote this in 1998 I think)
An untitled thought
Looking without seeing,
sounds i could not hear.
Figures moving in shadows
stillness, it screams out loud.
cold air that touches my skin
i see that it’s still dark outside,
all these soft heartbeats i feel,
that resound within my silence,
repeating all and nothing, again,
mouths that move with no sound,
and of these useless words I write,
while marking these pages with ink,
i now close this book of thought.
no comment!
A look was all it was,
a feeling that took hold,
spirits move, reaching, ever further
this life, this warmth of loves desire,
this we share, forever joined,
in a moment in time..
2004
... and here's a poem about
The Ladybird
You thought
I was a butterfly
left me to
blossom-bob alone
knifed me out
a blue fly buttered
I pebbled to the ground
Your reflection skewed in
scarlet mercury
where my wet wings solidified
charred as the leopard, spotted
and stiffly I crawled
away
people who write like this paint pictures and emotions with words
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