As I sit here hours milling away slowly, let me tell you a story of a blind man and his …
I tend to generally write a poem that fits a novel I’m writing, and this I usually do without realizing. Must be the fact that that story subconsciously stays in my mind.
Carefree Steps is something I wrote and rewrote couple of days ago and it’s supposed to fit the new spec Ebony & Frank. But something doesn’t feel right or sound right. (The flu has muddled my brains!!)
Would love an opinion or two on this if any one is game. 🙂
Into the darkness
strays carefree steps,
the dying light
sleeps amongst the land of promises
by morrow, the light will bring everything
which by and large you passed
an age ago.
So silent, the night grows deep,
deeper still lays something, watching
the pinprick glistens, ever so slightly
hidden behind a slivered space of the wooden paneling,
waiting, biding, enticed as you slip so comfortably into sleep.
As the night grows deep, beyond the walls
With time, the night goes deep.
Musing, amusing, where you are?
Been days, an age, you gone too far?
How is the journey, bumpy bars?
Across the meadow, is the land too far?
Briefly, some grief, hopped over,
now the time is bright, some even say right,
so come on now, why don’t you come over?
We will play once more the wordy war
feeble be the story no more.
Mused, amused, where you are?
Time’s a wasting, time’s awaiting
all for your whim, your glory.
Muse, my muse, why so weary?
It’s only pen and paper I carry.
(Going off the recent affinity to comic scripts, here’s a dip if the toe quite flamboyant indeed. You like? Any thoughts?)
Eager little birdies
stronger than their wings
aim as high as the fiery sky
unbeknownst the dive deep.
Sugary treats, as sugary can be
can no longer hide the bitter deed
as long as life lived
there can be no sanctuary of peace.
So goes the past, the present and indeed
the future you and I shall claim to see
while no ounce of honesty lies
in the powers of flawed psyche.
Tempted creed, long gone the days
no innocence shall find ye
nor amongst the thorns and brambles
nor amongst the petals, no, no such thing.
Eager little birdies
with ill equipped wings.
Search and ye shall find! At least that’s been the case. Found another poem I don’t believe I’ve posted on the blog gathering dust in the ‘Note’ app on my phone. I must have written this early last year when I was pretty much spouting on average 3 poetry a day on here. Don’t know how this one slipped through the cracks. So here it is, for those who are romantically inclined but hate to admit it. From me, to you. Share it around.
I also wouldn’t mind you share around a link to my short film anyone can watch for free on YouTube. The short horror, ‘The Circle’. http://youtu.be/OidYnl2p-_A
So here is that poem I was supposed to let you in on. This is…
Take My Hand, Lets Leap
I will offer you my hand
as we walk down this road in life
through storming weather and scorching sunshine
through our search and beaconed light
whether you will love me, whether not
I dare not leave and travel alone
I care not for lonely ponders
I offer you my hand
and walk beside you in delighted peace
seeing a smile upon your weary face
fear not, don’t despair
You have my hand, take it
and lets take a leap
with each other for company
down a road new and novel
down a path
for we are walking
to that place
a place unknown
Take my hand – and we walk together, love,
through the fog that lifts slowly
and we will one day upon the gates heavenly.
I have a habit of writing small pieces onto the ‘notes’ app on my phone whenever the mood strikes and I don’t feel like whipping out my note pad and pen. I was rifling through all the different pieces on the app and discovered an old one I hadn’t blogged yet. So here is the odd titled ‘Zombie Love’.
Whatchya think? 🙂
I’d rather hold you
even if it were for a moment
a moment brief as a blink
than to go through life
never having touched you
even the lightest of touch
till the end of my days
for those days would be without meaning
like land to sea-life
or a human without essence
that is kept safe by a beating heart
I’d be a zombie
forever walking a path
hidden and dark
that you bring the dead back to life
if I never got to love you
even if it was for one breath
the last breath I could take
it would be worth all the minutes on Earth.
Miles and miles I’ve walked
not a rain cloud in sight,
beneath these calloused feet lay dry
the parched earth, till to knees I fall.
Miles and miles, crawled
palms red and bleeding till raw,
unable to hold the weight of tears,
stings and burns like coal.
Miles and miles.
So long the march, lonesome and tired
fraught with doubts, barbed and thorny,
will I ever arrive, at the gates of thoughts,
where dreams have birthed a desire strong
from whence I shall not return, be what may fall.
Miles and miles I’ve come,
the shores I’ve left all but blurred
out of reach, gone.
Miles and miles. Long.
(The poem is dedicated to everyone’s struggle to achieve a dream they have dared dream, including my own.)