The Hurting Child (Sonnet)

To be born from the womb of the mother

who has not developed a bond to love

with the child who sits in the darkened room

alone and counting the days blend to night

or call on the God to answer his call

a solemn melancholy denial

of the hurt and lackluster suffering

that broke his soul to reach into the pit...



where he could reveal the brilliant beauty

the face of an angel sent from aether

"hold my hand tight" and let me be loved now

where the swan graces the shimmer of lake

feather dropped onto the brimstone water

secret boundary, eternal longing





Sand in My Eyes

Now we were not always like a ring fitting so comfortably on anothers finger

or a sun shining through clouds on a mild spring day

there were echoes of your pain inflicted onto me

my intentions pure and like honey

you stole my honey and you drained my will

just so you could take a big paper payment 'bill'

money always meant more to you

and I was feeling

because what I felt was real, even if you didn't

seeing that you are a deliberate choke

imagining that you had the killing joke

but my heart had to overcome your deceit

know this you sugar coated thorn bush

even with the threat of death, I would not have succumbed to this

even with God not answering my calls, I would not have ever fallen

you know the damage and you left it unfinished

apologies that flew like pigs

a hand that I knew, hid in the mist

I'm not crying, I have sand in my eyes.


Please consider reading ‘Your Eyes’ published in 2020.


If by Rudyard Kipling (really inspirational)

If you can keep your head when all about you   

    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

    But make allowance for their doubting too;   

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   

    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

    And treat those two impostors just the same;   

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

    And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   

    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

    If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   

    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

I Have Feelings Too

The body is made from flesh and blood and bone

but my mind is a precious moment

feels everything and everyone

so when you call my name from the mountain tops

and I see your smile which makes my stomach drop

you have thought and love on your lips

soothing to the ears

metal that smacks the rocks

a word or a fleeting threat

destruction inner turmoil

yet, you don't consider

how they feel

You have conscious thought and choosing that for negativity or to hurt others is not kind. To choose to say something with the intention of causing distress, to bully, to intimidate or to demean, shouldn’t be encouraged. Even comments you consider to be fairly ‘okay’ can cause others upset. A lot of people don’t express that hurt and they just move on. But think about that. It isn’t a control mechanism, it is respect for others which most people learn through childhood. I don’t think there is a place for deliberate hurt in this world or the next. Community doesn’t rely on one person. So, when one person is the negative source of hurt, cut them off. It can be painful, but better separated from the cause than be a part of it through blind acceptance.

Unhurt

Deep thickening walls of desperation 

misty heart and love

the deception

shattered glass

broken pieces lay untouched on the sand

light gleams from its smooth surface

retrieving waves

setting sun

stood alone in the desert

heart has fallen from its swinging basket

reaching upwards

opening your eyes

waterfall of soul bearing for the saints

forgive me, forgive you

moving

shifting the dream that paved a thousand nightmares

grinding

relieving

being in the present

I feel that lust rise from the ashes

as phoenix I am the storm

coming to reckon on the horizon

Thank you for reading this post.


Asia, Alpha – True Colours (great album)