The words came from the ocean From the depths of my soul Crashing onto the land Like lovers in turmoil When I spoke to her There were waves on the streets A storm of silences And a rushing of this pen To write my inner most feelings Submerged and cringing For hope and love Loneliness emerged Like a monster from the blue Chaining me to my fate Always breaking my spirit With a touch of ink A broken hand
Stream of Consciousness
Walking along the stream Water slowly rushing Over stones and calm days Feelings of rejuvenation Tiresome legs Eyes of splendor As this look heals my mind The pathway straight But the stream bends and turns Until it reaches a small bridge I don't cross But keep going Do I really have to wander along the stream? Cross the bridge? Follow my heart?
Travelling on trains Beckoning for sweet pastures Hoping for better climes Where new cities Will bring new people New roads New wines But the sun still has the same smile People still dance the same waltz We still hum the same tune To the same rhyme Taking the road back home Feels no different now Too much joy Too much sadness Incapacitating Mediocracy rising like a misty day But the sun shines so brightly hereforth
A man stands on the shore and waits Is it for a lover? A friend? His family? He looks out to the unknown And reflects on his life Is he waiting for the tide to come in? For the ship to arrive? For the beauty of the sunset? I watch him from afar Its getting late I've been here all day swimming And he is still waiting For something Maybe for the end? He wants an answer Its getting dark and I walk back home As I turn to look if he's still there He's disappeared into the mysterious night
Landing on the ocean of time So free Looking out to the great never sky And feasting on the meaning less ness of it all
London 2014 AD
Looking out to urban sunsets Walking past dunes of silent mornings Seeing mirages of lives once lost But friends now gained As the slow bus chugs on To ocean emptiness And crowded streets Like the stars at night In hotter climes Forgetting you're here Circling like birds From birth to yonder A scream wakes you Like a shot to the senses As the realization covers everything Almost like an ancient mist Your city lost in your mind's lair Flowing like hair in the windy sun Treading the ground of past lives And peace in you as the city is alive Alive in evening Alive in morn Alone but melancholic Like you But always old
The memories hang like stars, As they hold onto each life from one day to the next, Blue Monday plays on the radio For everyone and just for me Whilst I sit there forgotten Cars drive past like soldiers in the night, Never knowing where they're headed or from whence they came, Bad dreams take me away, Riding and galloping to try and escape, Waking to find I'm still the same.
The phone rings ever so often But it feels like its more alone than me Cold, silent and forgotten Then the bench creeks back and forth Unhinged by age just like myself Looking out to eternal dawn, eternal dusk and self portraits of new born days Always longing for the pictures of calm seas, Calm winds and and fruit so tender The garden restless till rain a plunder.
Never leaving this house, Today I walked somewhere From a to b and stood in the crowds The noise was erupting like volcanoes Some people running to heaven and some to hell Work and play, work and you know I'll be back here someday And the phones never stopped ringing My heartbeat never stopped singing Full of life, as I felt that coffee whisk me away Peace and thunder, into catharsis, I walked back home.
I Light My Way
You know that I Couldn't find my way back home Set in stone All that went wrong Oh child Carry on.
But I pray To myself To find another Reason to touch life Alone on a lost road Alone on a lost road I light my way I light my way.