Sound of Release

Return me to the time
When the events unfolded
Breathing open air
Weaving a new life

From mother's eyes and nourishing teat
Skipping through nursery gates
Then marching into the folly of youth
I lived for the encouraging days

Moments of joy, fleeting
Games cast asunder
One day, I awoke, a man!
Owning my precious gifts

Haste of years pull me through
Souvenir marked happenings
Line my memory
From child to man, son to father

In final serenity I surmise
All that I was given
Was only to be sown
For the new forefathers

All roads lead to...

The fights we fight

the battles we lose

the losses we cut

the cuts and wounds.

That heal and form

that reform and age

and emerge again

a wiser adage.

A truer moment

an era, a day

the lesser truth, all

fade slowly away -

- but we just rush,

to the finishing line.

Like lost wisdom,

we emerge again

regain our form, and

lay open to pain.

We prepare to cut,

prepare to bruise,

and battle to fight

and fight to lose … 

… another moment

far away,

a love, a life,

another yesterday.

And we just rush,

(but why must we rush?)

to the finishing line.

Once more

Here I go…

again into the unknown.

The surroundings are familiar,

I’ve been here before, but this time is different.

Today, it feels permanent.

Again life is packed,

The road is ready

I just need to go.

I’ve been here before, but this time is different,

I don’t know the words.

How many times will I do it?

How many places will it take?

It feels permanent…

                   …as it has felt before.

Jump into the adventure…

Here I go again…

The weary traveller gets excited once more.

HC

The Bride

She lay there, so ornate

so pristine, 

so fragile

as would a 

calm night

before a storm,

or a lover 

in the glow

of a candle light.

Like the aching 

acceptance of

a prisoner's fate,

like  a precision 

clockwork

never running late.

Like the infinite

reflections of a 

ray of light,

like remorse 

seeping into 

a perfect after-life

She lay there, so still

so beautiful

that night,

as we bid farewell

to the bride.

Pound of flesh

Rapidity I approach the end,

Again the bell raises its tone.

…worms

Rhapsody of dead,

Anthem to the life that will not be.

…worthless

Round and round…

Another chance?

…why?

…in the end all I have is you.

HC

Raw Midst

Seek from where you are
Under the window
Softly threaten in the night
Behind the shadow

Quick eyes cut the darkness
Crouching in the corner
Falling over you
Lend me your shoulder

Nothing but hearts
In the wake of who we were
Chance the moment now
Freedom from the field beckons

Believe the steel promise
Settling for a stroke 
Part the skin's incision 
Feeling the slide

Dividing from this coil
I hush under
Draw me in the end
Sleep plies the candour