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Duality
Two forces, battling in mind.
The actions I have taken,
The actions I have yet to undertake.
Emotions that have run wild,
At last a chance to breathe.
I am enlightened, I am blissful.
The road ahead is dangerous,
The fire of my mind is equally so.
I am indecisive.
Mountain Thoughts
And I’m running - running free
The rocky ground stings my feet
But the wind runs with me
And we’re racing - racing
through trees and sunlight filters down
We’re racing through the river, racing
Over the down
Through the bushes and up the mountain,
Finally there is peace.
The stillness spreads as I collapse
The only sound my breathing
And the rush of blood pumping in my ears.
I close my eyes.
The bush moves with the wind
There are birds - their tone
Unique to this place.
The insects let me know they’re there too.
And I can just hear the mountain spring.
And suddenly there is sound
And I’m singing and it’s bursting from me,
like an opera that I didn’t know I’d written.
But it’s a lullaby, a haunting song.
It’s the words that I’d forgotten to say,
It’s the book I’d read, The person I’d met,
It’s the frustration at not being alone.
It’s the sudden loss of something,
The sudden richness of something new,
and it is the confusing balance in between.
I feel
Like dancing
On the breeze.
Wary Thoughts
A sharp edge dulled
Muted colours hide
I seek the truth
Take away my blindness
Rekindle my passion
Free me from my caged haven
Why do I wait for freedom?
Why do I tempt the darkness?
Too easy it is, yet nothing is easy
Can I thrive
Without sunlight?
Can I breathe
Without melody?
Yet I speak
And my words are senseless
Fiery emotions raging behind bars
A valve of endless oxygen feeds them
I pace and pace and wait for the chance
When I can fly again
Tired flames
Points of fire
Burning through my skin
No - it is lava
Exploding within.
A joint too well oiled
A spanner twisted too far.
A tree bent over backwards
And yet sticky, like tar.
A single grain of sand
The last drop of sweat
A step out of place
On a rocky moonscape
It is all for naught.
The rising sun hangs low in the sky
It rests it's weary head
We can but try, he said.
3am
Words fly through my brain like disembodied shadows through a lightning storm.
What could have been, what should have been, what might have been had I been there.
And my heart bursts with sudden overflowing joy
And I'm left to pick up the pieces.
What is the meaning behind anything?
The subtle play of emotions across a face.
My own face.
Immortalised in my memory - furrowed brow and harsh mouth as I focus.
I am overcome with emotion, surging through my hands like a tidal wave, forging a memory etched in keys and never ending, an hour long soliloquy. An opera with many acts, flying between pillars, this is the highest high and the utmost low.
Seeing double, maybe it's time I shut off my brain and sleep.
Haiku with a friend
To be read either way.
Peeking through the trees
Under cover of darkness
A peaceful slumber
Or
A peaceful slumber
Under cover of darkness
Peeking through the trees.
Golden heart
A little boy, he's three years old
She's dropping him off at home.
She stops to make sure his feet will be okay
On the hot tarmac.
Picks him up, she's worried he'll get burnt
And I marvel at her caring.
It's in every small action,
The heart she owns
Is gracious and generous
She's kind. Doesn't that tell you a lot about a person?
She's at peace but she's also angry
With righteous fury and passionate pacifism
It's she I would have run this town
If all else fell down below
Purple mountains in February
Purple mountains
Purple summers, purple haze
Peppered with fir green trees
But some days
All I see is
Grey and brown sludge.
An endless circle.
History.
Shadows
Of blood
And hope
Of violence
And resistance
Guilt
And fear
Unity
Amongst the opposing
We all bleed
Cold blocks of stone
That the future may learn from the past
An endless circle
Like an unbitten donut
We carry on hating
We carry on hoping
And making
The same
Mistakes.
Shadowland.
Wasteland.
Shadows of a once lively city.
A blank canvas
Upon which
We die.
The cracked stone
Is in pieces before us.
An endless road
Stretch far and wide.
Fly me into the horizon
To disappear.
Conflicted.
Reflection
Like a balm over my soul.
The justful one
Seeks to acknowledge hurt.
The rustling trees
Are a sound of comfort and
Whisper
To me
Of loneliness
In a place
Populated
By many.
Why?
Facets of stone cliffs
Like sheets of rock have separated themselves.
Pulled apart by inseparable gravity,
An uncontrollable force.
Trees and green,
Dry, sparse fynbos.
Rock and earth and land.
A jungle unconquered by concrete,
And a questing
For Why.
In the North of the South
Scattered
Like daisies tentatively occupying a field
The jacaranda trees.
Purple and green
Lavender, lilac, lime and forest
You don't see the life
Until you look closer.
Questions I don't know
Dark depths
Scratch the surface.
Inadequate.
Unqualified.
Waiting
For external validation.
So that when
The emptiness inside returns,
There is comfort
In capability.
Invisible pain
Almost not there
Until it is.
Hitting you in the face like a truckload of bricks.
Visible pain
Suddenly there is help
Always help
Unless they despise you.
Do they despise me?
I feel it sometimes.
A frustration with my inner struggles even as I rage against theirs.
And their outward manifestations.
Words.
Flow through my fingers like debris that was clogging up a stream.
Leap out of my mouth like impatient frogs
Hurriedly, too quickly, halt.
I am speechless.
Searching for answers to questions I don't know.
Alive.
Solidarity.
Innocence.
I dive through the warm water.
A loving cat,
A friend so close.
Fleeting touches
Reach out through space.
Step out of the fog
That clouded my mind.
For obstacles
Are not endings.
And persistence
Will keep you alive.
Hope.
Hope.
Stand alone amongst the trees.
New and old
A fascinating discovery.
I know.
That I will not remember
The details.
But always
The feeling
Will stay.
Pain.
The pain is a dull, low ache.
It may fade with brief excitement
But it never leaves.
They sympathise,
But to understand,
I must stand and explain.
And explain
What is not visible
What is not seen.
You would not think
A mere fall
Could resound and rebound,
Like a marble in an empty tub
Being shaken.
In sleep.
Angled cheekbones,
Narrow jaw.
Lips, even in sleep, etched in a smile.
She walks her path
With determination and resolve.
Shining brightly so as to show others the way.
No grey could dull her colourful presence.
No colour could outshine her.
A frustration and a persistence - she keeps her loving smile.
Dilemma boy
Dilemma boy
Provokes just to watch the chaos.
He breathes
And notices his surroundings.
A calmer mind
Speads calm and clearheadedness.
But do not abandon
Your own resolve.