Time and Light Switches

You need to be aware   but you don’t have to care because life is not a bear But you must take the walk  for you cannot only talk and don’t forget your hawk The journey will be long and your head will fill with song but all you need do is be strong  I don’t have long now and I don’t know how all I can say is wow Take care of your heart before you reach the start because there is much art I could keep on going but there would be no knowing  and all I wish is for snowing Goodbye until tomorrow  there is much I must borrow  and I hope you don’t sorrow. 

I’ve been walking the path The one you sent me on But I saw a bird And it led me astray It was all me and my choice  I wanted to see where it might be  But all I got was lost  And I wanted to go home and forgot the way It wasn’t far I went The trees were thick and full of voices  But I found the light  And came back to the garden I needed to see the mess  So I could be grateful  But I now need to be held  And safe where I’m meant to be It’s good to be home  The journey is important  But I need to do it the right way And its not so bad to be  Theres no excuses  There is only choices  But there’s no need to fear  And there is always forgiveness  It’ll be alright  You can always step back into grace  But there’s more to come  And you need to hold on

  My head is empty and that makes it a very loud place. There’s nothing to soften the blow, nothing to contain the echos. And it’s empty and it’s all my fault. Because I didn’t want to let it in, any of it. I wanted to be numb and empty and not have to feel. And now I pay the price.   It’s not so steep, I’ve payed it many times over. At this point I’ve over payed for the next century. I could go on paying the same price till the day I die because I simply know little else to do. But I know there’s more.  I know there places far more beautiful than this sad empty place that I know better than to stay. It’s the choosing to leave that nails my feet to the floor. It’s the potential fallout that keeps my feet firmly stuck in the same place. Knowing that that could be the very thing that causes the end of the world. My world. And maybe it need to end again so it may be remade.  But I’m weak and full of doubt. That there could be anything more to this life than just s...

  take me to the moon   i wish to see her face i, i miss her much take me to the woods i wish to hear his voice i, i haven’t seen him for long take me to the sea i wish to taste the salt i, i need the comfort  take me to the stars i wish to touch their brilliance  i,  i can’t live with out their wonder take me to the mountains  i wish to smell the freedom  i,  i want their peace  take me to myself  i wish to know her again i,  i once knew her well.

  The colour of blood, the colour of anger, the colour of hunger. Not just hunger, starvation itself, when your stomach echos and your bones feel hollow. It’s the colour passion, the kind of passion that consumes you, takes you will to rest captive and holds it for ransom. It’s the colour of revenge.   Revenge that was thought through, it wasn’t a slight impulse, no it was planned out and carefully. Plotted down to the very drape of the dress. There is no room for error and no room for compassion. It is all consuming.  It’s the colour of blood. Blood that stains. It leaves a trail of evidence. It says, “there is no going back, you’re ruined for this world.”  It’s sharp anger, not seething rage, rather an ‘and suddenly' shape of anger. It happens, one minute it’s still and then is screaming and breaking the window, and in a gust of wind it leaves. Taking all the bite with it.  ~ The colour sunshine and sunflowers. The colour of lemons and the colour of ...