Posted in #iamgrateful, Writing

#iamgrateful for my iPhone

I have this little universe 

It’s a blessing and a curse 

My eyes are enchanted all day

‘Please light up my world’, I pray

Any pause in activity

Will bug me for eternity 

So my eyes lock in at first light 

and rarely strays from my sight 

It’s a blessing and a curse 

But iPhone, life without you would be worse! 

Posted in Life

Journey

Inspired by Thomas Moore ‘The Journey Onwards’

The plot was marked above the earth

gravity she was breaking

her tail pointed towards her birth

and her eyes towards her dreaming.

It’s always hard to leave our friends

the people that define us

but on we go around the bends

away from those who think they know us.

The tapestry of all our years

tell the tales of our growing

we look back on them with happy tears

with memories overflowing.

Reliving moments way back when

affirm the threads that bind us

enrich our love again, again

for those we left behind us.

And as she breathes each foreign shore

and wanders every street

she thinks on love for evermore

and looks for it, in those she meets.

Another scene marks another weave

older chapters start to fade

but the light of love never leaves

and so her story is made.

So, when the road comes to an end

and her tapestry is complete

she’ll think of those from way back when

her people, she will greet.

Posted in Life

Written for R U Okay Day 2015

I started writing this weeks ago for R U Okay Day but forgot to post as I got distracted with life. But here it is. Better late than never…

there is
thunder
in my thoughts
this enemy
has been caught
today
my attention
shorts
as a silver lining
is sought
the curtains veil
my weary eyes
this lead weight smile
my only disguise
people keep asking
why?
It is what it is.
Sigh.
Every day my thoughts
climb this wall
heeding to the worldly call
A soldier must never fall
Every day, the same old game
screaming silently in mental pain
the heart is beating
the lungs are breathing
but the thoughts want to blame
and escape
the suffocating shame
of the toxic enemy
haunting this brain.

Posted in Life

Dear …,

You’re bird shit on my window
every day, I don’t see you
but if you left, I’d miss you.
You’re a cloud around my dreams
try as I might, I can’t see
how you could possibly be.
You’re the abstract on my wall
images painting the clues
can’t you see my, your, our truth.
You’re a voice drawn on my phone
speaking words I cannot hear
I just don’t care – that’s my fear.
I’m the unicorn you wanted
I’m creative and I flaunt it
I’m screaming for you… can you hear it!

Posted in Life

white noise mornings

I’m a bi-racial unicorn

just living life and going strong.

I got my non-fat-mocha-latte

a pick me up from last nights party.

Morning time is always buzzin’

social media all a fussin’

Way up North the earth is shaking

Way down South they’re all a baking.

Mr Z has spoken honest words

two links up from the dying birds.

Mysteries showed on a foreign shore

but that was it, they say no more.

Sports fans are afraid to boo

just in case the media shoot

no need for questions, no need for why

that’s there story, don’t bother to cry.

It’s all white noise in my ears

propoganda, sensationalist fear.

Posted in Life

winter

Winter is her weakness

a body trapped in bleakness

shaking and aching

the darkness enchanting

her hopes bequeathed

as she falls like leaves

windows fill with teariness

as she is locked inside by weariness

waiting to see again

waiting to hear again

waiting to sing again

Tomorrow starts with latte

the fuel of fearful Friday

and the fire inside her ignites

as Winter continues to bite.