Hello My Friend
I see we meet again
The sun sets and I am enamoured by your encompassing embrace.
I whisper to you
Do not fear, for my lover is not near
She is gone from our sight, gone until another night.
Whisper sweet nothings in my ear
Tell me your secrets I have been longing to hear
Tell me how we can change the world
Comfort me with the blanket of sins of those who misinterpret you
Those who see nothing instead of your everything.
Do not be slighted My Friend
For without you, they could not see the grace of the world.
You are the echo of silence, and hold the silence of my heart.
The dawn approaches and our time is fleeting
I know not when we will meet again
As the darkness recedes and the light seeps in.
You are all but gone from me - a fading memory
But in the deepest hour of an incandescent hour -
We will be one - My Friend.
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Friday, 2 September 2016
Friday, 6 September 2013
Beauty and The Starlet
So this is a little ditty that I got stuck in my head and just had to get it out. It really isn't my greatest work and it really wasn't meant to be, it took a whole 3 minutes to write.
Content wise, it speaks for itself...
When there is nothing else left to say
Do you keep on trying
Do you go above and beyond
That who does nought but whining?
Do you let go, be free, be me
And sail away on sea’s
Or do you stand fast and hope you’ll last,
And yet maybe walk home crying.
Here’s what I say to you, to him.
My stance will never change.
You can love me hard and pray all that hard and still continue whining.
I don’t do tests or plays or commands
I am not your seadog pirate.
When it comes down to it
I will leave you to it
Because I’m the Beauty and the Starlet.
Friday, 23 August 2013
A Story about Candle Light
Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, in the not quite so magical kingdom of Durban - South Africa, lived a compulsive writer. She had long flowing brunette locks which inevitably got dyed her favourite colour – red and a voice that when sung even dogs would whimper and hide.
One cold winter’s day, she was released by the evil Chimera, upon wondering to find shelter, she became lost in a deep dark abyss. She was swallowed by the darkness itself. Luckily a friendly group of bats gave her a candle and matches to find her way.
Fumbling in the dark she managed to light the candle, no sooner had she, a terrible wind swept through the abyss threatening to blow out her light. The light flickered hither and thither despite her keeping the candle shielded with her hands. She began to lose faith.
She tripped over a rock and her candle and matches were lost in the darkness surrounding her.
In a final attempt to reach out – she felt for a rock or charcoal and began to write on the nearest stone surface. She wrote of her story, her fears, troubles and woes and then fell into a deep dark slumber.
Upon waking, light now filtered through the abyss which now didn’t seem so dark or scary. She looked down at herself and saw that she had cuts and bruises everywhere. Her hands were filthy with the charcoal she had held the night before.
And there next to her message, lay another message, along with a lantern, a bag of candles and matches. Sometime during the night, a traveler had passed her way and left these gifts.
The message was this: -
Tribute
The city slumbers under the iron fist set by darkness.
A wailing, clamant query on the sputtering shadow of the overused candle.
A dissonant exultion of the tiny speck that speaks of a path miraged by the ever-braced darkness.
Beguiling the consumption of the revenant hope that sits poised. Seeking.
The light lingers, screaming cold defiance at creeping night.
Jubilee springs. The forever-orb sets fire to the shadow. A cozy promise to reign eternal on the wick with no end.
As the Story would have it. Over a year ago, I wrote a poem to a friend.
Due to the fact that I write on anything and everything, I merely whatsapped this poem without any thought of backing it up or saving it. Hence my story-like intro. The Tribute left by my "traveller" friend, was the response I received to the poem I had written.
If you like the "Tribute", Feel free to peruse his blog and other writings.
He is quite the writer if I do say so myself...
http://www.reisonance-words.blogspot.com/
Happy readings my friendies!!!
One cold winter’s day, she was released by the evil Chimera, upon wondering to find shelter, she became lost in a deep dark abyss. She was swallowed by the darkness itself. Luckily a friendly group of bats gave her a candle and matches to find her way.
Fumbling in the dark she managed to light the candle, no sooner had she, a terrible wind swept through the abyss threatening to blow out her light. The light flickered hither and thither despite her keeping the candle shielded with her hands. She began to lose faith.
She tripped over a rock and her candle and matches were lost in the darkness surrounding her.
In a final attempt to reach out – she felt for a rock or charcoal and began to write on the nearest stone surface. She wrote of her story, her fears, troubles and woes and then fell into a deep dark slumber.
Upon waking, light now filtered through the abyss which now didn’t seem so dark or scary. She looked down at herself and saw that she had cuts and bruises everywhere. Her hands were filthy with the charcoal she had held the night before.
And there next to her message, lay another message, along with a lantern, a bag of candles and matches. Sometime during the night, a traveler had passed her way and left these gifts.
The message was this: -
Tribute
The city slumbers under the iron fist set by darkness.
A wailing, clamant query on the sputtering shadow of the overused candle.
A dissonant exultion of the tiny speck that speaks of a path miraged by the ever-braced darkness.
Beguiling the consumption of the revenant hope that sits poised. Seeking.
The light lingers, screaming cold defiance at creeping night.
Jubilee springs. The forever-orb sets fire to the shadow. A cozy promise to reign eternal on the wick with no end.
As the Story would have it. Over a year ago, I wrote a poem to a friend.
Due to the fact that I write on anything and everything, I merely whatsapped this poem without any thought of backing it up or saving it. Hence my story-like intro. The Tribute left by my "traveller" friend, was the response I received to the poem I had written.
If you like the "Tribute", Feel free to peruse his blog and other writings.
He is quite the writer if I do say so myself...
http://www.reisonance-words.blogspot.com/
Happy readings my friendies!!!
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