Still But For The Wind

Flat against the ground
Still but for the wind
Its silence broken
By Nature’s piercing beauties

Mostly hidden
Barely seen
So obvious, unmoving
Still against the wind

Rising high
Overlooking, overseeing
Still but with the wind
Alive and above all life

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Posted by on September 30, 2014 in Poetry


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Beyond the Compass’ Navigation

Floating on an opening
A tiny figure in the middle
Of a huge open space
In the middle
Of a larger open space
That is not known

To its right is entanglement
A web of problems
Crossing with each other
Weaving a disastrous tapestry

To the left stretches indefinite
Foggy and unknown
It holds a certain mystery

Within the murky land
Stand pillars of control
Ordering the chaos
Controlling the puzzles

In the distance rises stone
Surrounded by the kings of uncertainty
Flowing with wisdom and flooding every mind
The sight was to behold
Its secrets never to be held

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Posted by on September 26, 2014 in Poetry


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The Fear

I’m so grateful for The Fear
The crippling, painful fright
Of all the unknowns
To dive into the abyss
Is a tempting pursuit
Chasing a dream
That’s running away
from my collection of old knowns

I stand upon the edge
Looking down, over, across.
Pushed by my fear
‘til I teeter on the brink
The fear’s allegiance changes
It comes around to face me
Full of courage
And shoves me into limbo
Pushed, pulled,
And hating The Fear

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Posted by on September 24, 2014 in Character, Poetry, The Suicide Series


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I have a dream
No, scratch that,
I have dreams
All the time
Every night and most days too
But they’re not of a perfect world
They don’t lead me to change society

My dreams don’t concern the nation
Not this one, another, or the whole of humanity
I have dreams
But they’re humble

I dream of being happy
Of a wife and children
A house with a garden
And a faithful family dog

I dream of a job
Of security and decent living
Of plentiful food
And of plentiful friends

These are my dreams
And they won’t make the world a better place
They won’t improve the lives of millions
Alter society’s view of a culture
They’re selfish and they’re small
But they’re still idealistic

Are my dreams too small?
Are they harmful goals?
Am I a bad person for them?


Posted by on September 5, 2014 in Character, Poetry


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21st Century Sonnet

In the information age so much is done by computer. I wondered whether that could one day stretch to poetry. This experimental piece is composed of single lines from 14 songs picked by iTunes’ shuffle. They were the first 14 songs to come up, and one line was taken from each, in the same order.

It’s time to go home now and I’ve got an aching head
“Someday love will find you”
I find myself laughing
Walking beside the guilty and the innocent
Sometimes I get that feeling
I’m with you
Take me to the beginning
Risk your life
You have always been there
You’ll be happy and wholesome again
Stop you on the street without a reason
Send you roses when they think you need to smile
You’re the only sanctuary that I know
Did you get what you deserved?


Posted by on August 17, 2014 in Abstract writings, Poetry


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Meandering through the wilderness
Paving the traveller’s way
Nothing but the mistress
With everything to say

Her voice was sharp
Its words acidic
Far cry from a sweet harp
The words hit home, swift as a kick
A shot through his black heart

For the words to fall upon deaf ears
That was his futile hope
She’d been waiting there for years
Just to tie the rope

Her happiness so evident
Found joy where no-one should
So this was it, ‘bout time he went
Then she bestowed upon him the hood

Behind the fabric a tear crept out
Hidden from her eye
Here he stood, a useless lout
For whom nobody would cry

But a moment lapsed during the deed
As the mistress had her say
His body lay among the reeds
As she slowly strolled away

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Posted by on August 15, 2014 in Poetry


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Rock of Rocks

Its grip reaches far
Its family populates the earth
It lives by its own metronome
It gives life at its discretion

It brings together and holds the group
It allows for individuals
It shelters and it nurtures
It remains the rock of rocks

Motionless through the turning
Steadfast in every season

It stands tall and it reaches
It sees losses and success
It gives them life
It sets them free
As it stands against the sky

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Posted by on August 13, 2014 in Poetry


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