Change

One step towards

another place

tapering further

on and on and –

stop to breathe

time is waiting

they are patient

not always kind

they shall wait

your return shines

hope and joy

the end is not in sight

never cross the finish

constantly flowing

new journeys

greet us with heart

warmth in mind

you will flourish

the world is yours.

 


 

 

For you.

Daily prompt from The Daily Post: Taper

Your Lies

 

Their lies become your lies

What you need, who you are

Everything they want you give to them

believing it to be for the best

receiving nothing in return

Time cements lies into values

and truth tellers become extremists

Harming others is second nature

you don’t need excuses

it’s just how it is now

their lies tell you it’s okay and you believe it

I stand up to tell you there is another way

but you mock me back down

their lies are your lies now

your lies are the only truth you hear

My truth is offensive

it threatens to crumble the mountain of lies

built up over years of manipulation

closing minds and slamming doors

their lies kill hope and freedom

but you believe it is better than the alternative

an alternative no one knows

yet everyone despises

How much longer can the world last

breathing in the lies that you inherited

suffering torture dressed as tradition

watching its children bleed and cry

how much longer will you live by your lies?


I’ll be working on this one, I think it deserves more time than a few minutes of speed writing. It has the potential to really hit upon a lot of what I’ve been trying to speak out for recently, so you might be seeing Your Lies again in the near future.

Daily prompt from The Daily Post: Farce

What Happens on the Ground

‘Falling’, he said, ‘we’re falling’

What a thing to say

Where from? How far?

But a tight nod sufficed

in response over words

‘You must see it too’

Not really, or do I?

Were we ever not falling

To where, despair?

I did not know

Again a nod with a small frown

Uncertain but wanting to hear

what he had to say

This fall of ours, where to?

Was it a dream fall?

The feeling of weightlessness

or a nightmare fall?

Clarity of the ground beneath

knowing it’s only a matter of time

We were falling, had been

but now, I thought not

Maybe he’s lagging,

there’s a glitch in time

‘It’s only a matter of time,’ he said

Time before what

‘Before we hit the ground’

That doesn’t sound pleasant

I don’t like mud

perhaps it’ll be concrete

I don’t like pain either

maybe flowers

Nor bugs

Maybe it’ll just be with a toe

then we’ll bounce back

if there is a back

Something will be there

or we’ll be stuck on the ground

Together, apart, falling

What a thing to say

we’re falling

We can’t fall

I don’t know what happens on the ground.

The Hidden Ones

Behind smiles

a laugh

a quiet hello

they hide

 

Never too far

or too close

always there

they hide

 

Saying yes

standing strong

careful and calm

they hide

 

They never want to disappoint

saying yes, quietly smiling

but sometimes they need a hand to hold

to carry them from where they hide

 

*****

 

Just a quick little mind splatter for you there, long time I know, but I’m back – sort of. I hope you enjoyed it, and maybe even took something from it. See you after the next one. 

The Trouble with Being Human

Born into a bloodline with closed eyes

Hope and fear is turned into love when they open

You hold onto a parent’s hand with trust knowing that you can never fall

Their grasp keeps you smiling throughout those blind years with joy

Seen as naivety to the old who are quick to lose their hopeless love and joyless trust

They tell you that your childish reality was nothing but a dream

Your eyes open wide as the world expands to more than blood

Hands reach out to you offering you more, your hope and fear turn into love when you take them

You hold onto all that you can with trust locking away the fear that they might let you go

Stumbling every now and again is part of our design

Beware that some will use the marks left behind to loosen your hold

Their petty nooses will fall short of hanging you, drawing and quartering you

Language learnt from when eyes open, those innocent beginnings flow into dangerous waters

With turning tides that can be twisted and misheard, misplaced or misconstrued

Your words might betray you, whilst others use them to severe your grip

Fingers unclasp and hands fall away with only fear left to hold onto

Forgiveness can be found with that blind hopeless love found in your blood

Severed ties can be renewed with hope and joy once again

Let others be bitter whilst you run to your next adventure holding on tight

For your mind and your heart never stop growing, and that is the trouble with being human