Thursday, January 26, 2012

it is all within me

I turned a corner today
And I found myself facing the right direction
Towards a place of self-actualisation
And a breeze of feeling that anything is possible

I can do all of the things that I want to do
I can be all of the things that I want to be
My fists clench with excitment when I am thinking of you
And my toes curl with knowing that it is all within me.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

your own slot in time

You know when you're stuck
In a place that feels stale
You're stuck in a rut
You follow your tail

You know there's more out there
To meet and to see
Surges of passion
Plunge into the sea

Unfamiliar waters
Pulling you down, pulling deep
It's dark in the daytime
You're awake when you sleep

Then there are places you've been
Where your heart feels much lighter
The fields are much greener
And the sky is much brighter

All the people you meet
Have no time and no place
They stand in that street
And they look at your face

And some come up to you
To walk on your path
To share this life's moment
Make you smile, make you laugh

They ask where you are going
They ask where you've been
And you tell them your story
And you share all your dreams

They look in your eyes
They might hold your hand
Your heart skips a beat
Writing letters in sand

Then their turn is next
You listen, intent
But the time comes again
Paths reaching their end

You stand there alone
Prickle trickle of tears
Another time passed
More memories, more years

You have no companion
No partner in crime
Just you on your journey
Your own slot in time.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

breathing under a patient sun

Breathing under a patient sun
On the edge of a precipice
A vastness of land opens before you
Waiting for you to jump.

You are drawn into the unknown
But rooted to the earth
Strands of energy clinging to you
Where you stand.

Whispers of promise
pull you from a distance
your fists clench
your heart pounds in your chest.

Each beat
like a distant thunder clap
tells of a storm brewing within
shifting.

The gravel crunches underfoot
jolts behind your kneecaps
the heat from a beast at your back
warm, pungent breath on your neck.

You stand on the edge of the precipice
safer with the devil you know
but wise enough to realise
you need to jump.