You had the choice of heavens playground
Yet you chose to walk the earth
Recycled Chewing Gum
Sunday, 28 December 2014
Thursday, 25 December 2014
Thursday, 6 November 2014
Tuesday, 4 November 2014
Broken
I felt the barbed wire
on the head of Jesus
pull my heart through
my chest
where my soul
wore the nails
in his wrists
as a crucifix
to my body.
I sat
in the darkness
of Joseph,
abandoned
as Jacob,
and thrown
into the fire
of Abraham.
Just as the people
of Noah
were destroyed,
there is nothing
left of me.
And with the patience
of Job,
I endure.
Today, the angels cried.
on the head of Jesus
pull my heart through
my chest
where my soul
wore the nails
in his wrists
as a crucifix
to my body.
I sat
in the darkness
of Joseph,
abandoned
as Jacob,
and thrown
into the fire
of Abraham.
Just as the people
of Noah
were destroyed,
there is nothing
left of me.
And with the patience
of Job,
I endure.
Today, the angels cried.
Sunday, 19 October 2014
A Comfortable Silence
I lay next to my father for the first time since I was a child
and together we looked up at the sky through the branches from where we lay.
I could hear the birds, a distant siren,
The wind.
We were peaceful here side by side
There was no need to talk, no words needed to be said.
I wondered if he remembered me.
I looked to the branches dancing above my head
The leaves turning colour, falling,
settling upon us both.
And yet I still did not move.
We both were still.
The cold hit me from both above as well as the ground below
as I inhaled the fresh damp smell of the earth,
adjusting myself over the broken cases of conkers that had fallen.
A recent rain.
A bird settled in the tree above us.
Now there were two. They spoke more than we.
I felt the cold but he did not stir.
The only sound was of my eyes watering the ground where he lay.
I looked over and kissed him for the first time since that day.
All I could taste was the earth.
I'll come again.
Maybe next time we'll lay again once more in a comfortable silence.
and together we looked up at the sky through the branches from where we lay.
I could hear the birds, a distant siren,
The wind.
We were peaceful here side by side
There was no need to talk, no words needed to be said.
I wondered if he remembered me.
I looked to the branches dancing above my head
The leaves turning colour, falling,
settling upon us both.
And yet I still did not move.
We both were still.
The cold hit me from both above as well as the ground below
as I inhaled the fresh damp smell of the earth,
adjusting myself over the broken cases of conkers that had fallen.
A recent rain.
A bird settled in the tree above us.
Now there were two. They spoke more than we.
I felt the cold but he did not stir.
The only sound was of my eyes watering the ground where he lay.
I looked over and kissed him for the first time since that day.
All I could taste was the earth.
I'll come again.
Maybe next time we'll lay again once more in a comfortable silence.
Thursday, 1 May 2014
Still
Not even the wind dared disturb her stillness
For the power she wrought through the darkness in which she stood
Dripped with life ensnared within the locked cages of her palms.
Thunder reigned her heart, entombed within the fire of her hardened gaze
Though not even a breath escaped her lips.
In thought, she remained barren, lost in the wilderness of her mind.
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