Deliver to us
Down the slippery slope
Of dreams and imaginings
Left to the winds above
Do we stay on a path
Unknown to us all
Do fly in the face
Often denied
Lift off our feet
To float in the air
Beyond what we thought
Beyond what we dare
No hate
No money
No war
No revenge
Just bliss and love
Until we wake from the dream.
spin in circles
a dance made for two
dizzying vertigo
stop and sway to and fro
imaginary symbols
of distance far away
squint too hard and
get a headache in the grey
all colours wash
from our pretty clothes
like drip dried petals
flying as the wind blows
spin faster to live
intoxicated by nonsense
breathing gets harder
the world seems more dense
fall down in laughter
let your back feel the dirt
breath in once more quickly
insanity’s such a flirt.
The wind is crisp
Like a cold hand on a warm day
Shivers down the spine
First day of colder days to come
People seem more rushed
Collars turned up against the cold
Or to shield themselves
From more than just the breeze
Less talk from the crowds
Less smiles against the changing leaves
It is the start of an end
Far away… but now in sight
The beauty in autumn
Sometimes lost in the pockets
Of heavier coats of armor
So begins another Fall of man.
The sky was once blue
The water was once clean
The rain…well…it didn’t burn
And there was grass, green grass.
I remember a thing called tree,
And wishing the summer days would last.
I remember the outdoor smell
Before the scent of grime.
I remember fish that swam,
Before the layer of oil.
I remember a world of light.
Before the world lost the fight.
Shed a tear
The end is near.
I sit in silence
let my eyes wander in reverence
across the sky looking for guidance
blue and cloud creating its own magnificence
My eyes wander again in silence
across the meadow of grass and violets
breeze on my face and nature’s incense
the world so immense
I sit in silence
in a sweet benevolence
I show my deference
smiling more than once
In silence.
Is it too much to walk on a path of thorns
When the well-travelled road is like industrial porn
Is it wrong to refuse the shoes
When they were bought in endless queues
Is it okay to swim against the tide
Rather than accept they lied
Is it out of style to sing out loud
A different song sung by the crowd
Is it okay to be me
And remain myself and free
Is it wrong to want to be odd
When most worship the golden god
Is it too much for me to want more
Than what is churned out by the media whore
Is it okay to question the status quo
Than to drown while going with the flow.
Lean toward the right
just a bit out of sight
feel my gaze search for you
in that shadow that is a bit new
if you lean toward the right
there is a chance I might
see you in that dark place
see the beauty left on your face
put away the fury of the past
step into the light at last
and let me see the you I know
don’t be afraid to finally show
the you that was once full of light
make the move to the right
end the long drawn out chase
accept the warm and tender grace
a shadow will fade away
along with the last of the grey
a smile shall shine through
and I will be with you.
She woke under a canopy of stars, each one blinking with as much surprise as she. Her hand touched the soft grass beneath her, a breeze caressed her face as it raced across the meadow. She sat up letting her eyes adjust to the dark. The moon was full and the sky clear. She was in a meadow surrounded by trees. It was as if mother nature had built a castle just for her. She heard some rustling now and then as small rabbits or frightened mice moved through the grass.
She looked down at herself and could barely make out a floral house coat. Not a robe but something more substantial. Her hair was dark in the moonlight and her hands seemed so much younger than she remembered. A noise across the meadow made her look up and a large stag broke through the treeline. He was huge and muscular. His crown of bone as long as he was tall. He was magnificent and she felt a tear roll down her cheek.
She stood up slowly. She didn’t want to spook the grand king of this wood. As she did the King moved toward her. He raced quickly from the wood to her in seconds, stopping five feet from her. She saw into his black eyes. They seemed as clear as the purest crystal. She kept still slowly reaching out her hand. To her surprise the King knelt before her and let her touch his proud nose. Her smile was a big as the swelling in her heart as she heard a soft voice somewhere far away.
In the white room the machines beeped and growled. Wires winding across the tiled floor to the single bed. Sitting on the bed was a young girl, no more than seven. She clutched onto a piece of paper that she held up to show the woman lying still beneath her.
“And see Nana. It’s so beautiful here and the King comes to say hi. He is a good King…so gentle. He will let you pat him and you won’t hurt anymore. I love you Nana.”
The girl lay back against the woman, still holding up the picture of a meadow, under stars, with the King standing proud.
Like a flicker in the night
your eyes seemed to sparkle
your smile seemed to shine
your skin glowed
your breath a ribbon of light
your hair like sun rays
your touch flashed lightning
and the dark was gone
no need to hide
no need to worry about monsters
no blindness for the sightless man
no whispers never heard
no tears drying in the sand
the light of you
made me soar.
I am not a wise man
though I lean to the pretend.
I am not a strong man
though my face can scare at times.
I am not a rich man
but I am loved by those that care.
I am not a thin man
and I do not obsess on self.
I am not a violent man
in fact I prefer to make you laugh.
I am just a man
That sees himself
in a reality based on fact
I am a man
Like me or not
I will remain me, without an act.
Paul's Inane Banter 