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~ Touching The Flame ~

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~ Touching the Flame ~

Another one reduced to tears
And I can’t help but think
Of all the broken hearts tonight
Head in hands, tears on cheeks
As the candles flicker beside baths
And the warmth leaves the heart
Swallowed up by a great sadness
That seems destined to find us all
At some point in our lives.

What is there to do
But just try to keep it together
As the shaking hand turns the tap
And the face forces another smile
Silently struggling through the days
All of us together as our private pains
Continue to fester in our hearts.

This world is a secret tragedy
And when I look around all I see are broken people
Fighting through the heartache; reorganising their lives
Still searching for that one great love
To complete what can not be completed
To heal what cannot be healed.

Like moths to flame we chase a feeling
That continually sears and scalds us
But somehow leaves us wanting more.

I’m starting to come to the conclusion
That I don’t think we were suppose to ever find it
And perhaps a part of us doesn’t want to.

A part of us wants the tears to continue to pour
The candles to continue to flicker
And our hearts continue to ache
For the strange and irresistible feeling
Of being burnt in some fire
That reminds us we’re alive.

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~ Trembling Leaf ~

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~ Trembling Leaf ~

Standing on a lonesome street
On a late September afternoon
With a pain howling in my heart
As I stare into the dark grey sky
Pleading for the summer sun to return.

Please don’t let me fade out like this
Silently and slowly into the distance
With each passing day
And each missing kiss
I feel myself disappearing in a void
No longer able to touch you
Or be the one that you called home.

And now I run alongside the river
Where I see the entrance of your street
Across the field where we played frisbee
And laughed in that summer sun.

Well, now the autumn is here
And I see the leaves turning brown
The first few falling in front of my face
Showing the changing of the seasons
As my inbox remains empty of your messages
As our dreams evaporate more each day
And my heart wilts like those leaves
Waiting for the breath of life it needs
Only delivered by your gentle touch
And your radiant sunshine eyes
That stirred my senses, nurtured my soul
And awakened me to true life.

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~ A Savage Spirit ~

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~ A Savage Spirit ~

My fight was a savage attack
Facing down my demons in the darkest of all woods
Bitten and bleeding in places I didn’t know existed
Cut up, skinned alive, the teeth sunk into my throat
As I snarled and fought, red-eyed, a wild creature myself
I became something I had to become; a necessary survival
Carrying deep wounds but somehow still alive;
A long way from the unblemished, innocent child
And those colourful days of candy and crayons
Far behind me as I now carry the tears in my flesh
And the ferocious lust for survival in my eyes
That causes each creature to fight till the bloody death; 
To overcome a hostile and seething environment
The evolution of each thing tested by this world
To either be consumed by the beasts
Or become one yourself.

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~ A Bad Dream~

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~ A Bad Dream ~

It was a bad dream, I think
I was standing in some strange place
And all my friends had faded away
All the feelings had faded away
Time had shipped out much of my joy
And I was left standing in an empty port
Of an abandoned town
Wondering what to do next
With my ragged life.

I wandered back out into the wilderness
And felt the nakedness of myself
Totally alone with no path to follow
Only one to forge to somewhere else
That might harbour me and my madness.

The way led me through harsh lands
I knew not what would become of me
And as night came the stars shone bright
I gazed up to them with weary eyes
Confused and trapped in some world
Whose origin was unknown.

Nowhere seemed to be the place
Where I set down my bags for good
And I drifted onward in my journey
Carrying a great sadness in my heart
Wondering what the point was
To this strange story.

At times, I thought that I had missed my boat
Perhaps I was supposed to join the others
And follow their ships to a new world
Instead I chose to follow the voice out there
Calling me into this barren wilderness
That had left me bedraggled and bewildered
With no chance of finally finding my way
As the wolves howl and vultures circle above
As a cold wind blows and the earth begins to shake….

Then suddenly I wake up
But the dream isn’t over
I stare into the mirror
I’m one day older
Carrying more hardship in my heart
Going to a job I don’t want to do
Surrounded by people I can’t relate to
And I realise that the wilderness in my dreams
Is no different to the one I wander in now
Perhaps there are more people around
And I am slightly more static
But I am a lone wanderer in this life
Passing through doorways; shaking hands
Attending to the tasks required of me
But still, all the while, I’m out there
In some great unknown
Drifting, searching
Caught in some dream
And I think it’s a bad one.

Yeah, I’m pretty sure,

It’s a bad one.

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~ Bubbling, Bursting, Becoming ~

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~ Bubbling, Bursting, Becoming ~

Tonight I am drilling down to the bottom
It’s been too long hearing something stirring within
And this surface I’ve built up needs breaking in
I’m bringing forth the equipment I need
And digging down to the depths
To find whatever it is that’s been disturbing my sleep.

You always have it
You know it and I know it
There is something somewhere inside
That you feel in certain moments of your life
Those select moments that appear suddenly
When the soul makes itself known
Through a feeling of existential longing
Or some raw, wild nature
That is awakened as you stare
Upon a sunset landscape
Or hear a certain song
Cruising down the highway
While watching the birds head south.

Yes, it’s easy to suppress it
For the sake of security and convenience
To silence the rumbling within
That is a threat to your civilised world
And the character you’ve been playing
But think about the thrill of responding to it.

Think about the thrill
Of beginning a journey to the centre
And finding what you truly possess
But has been lying out of sight.

Think about the thrill
Of striking down into the ground
And seeing your spirit come surging up
As this world sees you finally discover
The great wealth you held all along.

Go for it.
Dig, drill, dig.
Use your hands if you have to.
Your elbows, your teeth.
Be relentless on the pursuit
Of the thing the world has made you forget
You have inside of you.

You know it’s the only way to become
The person you secretly yearn to be.
You know it’s the only way to become
Truly and totally and shamelessly alive
As your days erupt with burning passion
And those magic moments appear more often
Until everyday you are living your absolute truth
And the essence of your soul is finally unleashed
The gold within you pouring outwards
As the days of true prosperity
Finally begin.

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~ That Strange Thing ~

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~ That Strange Thing ~

Living, that strange thing
So many of us feel we’re not doing it right
We are undoubtedly living each day
Breathing in the air, beating our hearts
Rising out of bed each morning to face the world
And all it can offer us in it the human experience
But yet so many of us still don’t feel we are actually living.

Beset by constant feelings of incompletion
And something that is often unspeakable
The days drift by as we sit at work stations
And stand in supermarket queues
Secretly searching for something
That can‘t be purchased in any store.

We keep the animals close to us
Those dogs and cats living in our homes
We marvel at the birds in the evening sky
As something in us senses a deep truth
That there is a naturalness missing within us
As our actions seem to lack the same fluidity
And grace of the things we see around us.

For some reason we’re at odds with the world
And we walk down the streets of life
Unaware of our surroundings
Our minds full of constant chatter
That closes the curtains
To the grand show in front of us.

Living, that strange thing
So rare to find a person
Truly fulfilled and content
Or without desperation in the soul
Longing to be someplace else.

Perhaps one day a realisation will come
Something fundamental which we forgot
That the glory lies in our awareness of the moment
And allowing ourselves to be truly present
As we live in tune with the totality.

Perhaps one day we’ll see the futility of thinking
And the voices in our head will quiet
As we finally hear the voice of the soul
And then we’ll slowly regain some naturalness
Living each day more like those birds
Swooping and soaring in the evening sky
In motion with the majesty of the moment
As this world invites us to return to grace
As this world invites us to become the beautiful beings
We forget that we are.

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~ Just a Thought ~

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~ Just a Thought ~

I do not believe I am special
But I do believe I have worth to this world
Even if my worth is not something commonly understood
To be a good or desirable thing
These feelings have substance and belong somewhere
So hang my poems like paintings
In the bedrooms of your house,
And read my existential rantings.

You’ve been chasing the wrong things and you know it
Time will reveal the foolishness of false endeavours
The right way has always been available to you
You just needed to sit down and have a word with yourself
Escape the crowd; examine your life under a microscope
Dissect each day; tear out the heart of what’s going on
And see how that bloody thing beats.

Here my heart is beating with each word that hits the page
Giving me something that my culture failed to provide
I didn’t learn to do this from any teacher or textbook
And to many this act of writing would seem silly, even pointless
But let me tell you how alive I feel
As I connect with my deepest self
And pour out the raw truth that is lurking
In the recesses of my soul.

Everyone in this life has that thing
That will get those fingertips flickering
And if you haven’t found it
Then it’s time to step back and reassess.

All you have to do is be with yourself tonight
Put away that phone; look into that mirror
Be still in the silence
And search your soul for that something
That has been drowned out by society’s noise
And remember that you are a divine being
Who belongs to this world
And your feelings, your hopes, your joys
Your pains and fears
They are real and vital
And can be the signposts to the place
Where you truly belong.

Dare to listen to that inner voice
And take the journey of the self
Knowing that the days of emptiness shall end
As you finally work it all out
Cutting whatever you need to out of life
Finding the points that are seeping your energy
That are not authentic to who you are
And then gradually begin to feel your words and actions
Flowing freely from the source
Of whoever you really are
As everything finally comes into place
Just like these words are
Now.

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~ To Me & My Friends ~

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~ To Me & My Friends ~

Sorry to be that guy
But I just wanted to let you know
That tonight is the night
When you finally stop
All that self-destructive
And masochistic behaviour.

I know, it feels good to set everything on fire
To see the flames rise in dramatic glory
And hear it all come crashing down
In a thrilling disintegration.

But tonight is the night
Where you think twice on such behaviour
And see that that just isn’t the way anymore.

Just look into that mirror
And stare into those eyes of yours
Aren’t they things that deserve the chance to shine?
To contain the light of life?
As you finally live in a way
That allows you to flourish
Rather than flounder.

This is a real possibility.

Peace and happiness are not just pretty words in a poem.
They are real things that are totally available to you
Right here, right now.

You only need to put the sledgehammer down
That you have been slamming into yourself
Then let your anger and excuses go
As you breathe in and out
And realign yourself with what you know you need
But are afraid to have.

You know there is a better version of you
That can be walking down those streets.
You know there is a better version of you
That can be talking to your friends.

The difference between someone living in the light
Or dwelling in the darkness
Is often only a small change of mind
Of how they see the world and themselves.

So after all the masochistic, self-loathing
After all the booze and drugs and vices
Maybe it’s finally time to do something truly wild
And readjust your lens
To see yourself for the wonderful person you are
While treating yourself with the love
And respect you deserve.

Yes, you’re not perfect
But you are a child of the universe
Who has beauty inside of you
And you deserve to be living your life
In a way that will showcase your worth
Like those sunflowers growing in the sun.

Build yourself up.
Don’t break yourself down.

Let this world see the best of you
While it still can.

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~ It Comes When It Comes ~

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~ It Comes When It Comes ~

It comes when it comes, kid
Don’t force it
You’ll learn the best things in life will just happen
As natural as the sun rises
Don’t put pressure on yourself to blossom
Don’t sit and wait for that moment either
Just be in tune with whatever season it is
If you’re cold, then feel the cold
If you’re sad, then be sad.

Each day, just accept what comes to you
And slowly you’ll feel a harmony inside of you
A state of being that will not be disturbed
As you grow in tune with the totality.

You won’t run for the future
Or be mournful for the past
You’re just be There
In the great happening of life
Experiencing each day in its essence
As your roots spread deeper
And your sense of self grows stronger.

And one day you’ll feel it coming
As the dawn comes once again
And its beaming light hits your being
The petals of your joy will blossom
And delight in the sunshine
Joining in the dance of everything
And you’ll be a person of cultivated perfection
Living with the same trueness of the birds
The same fluidity of the springs
And the same blazing brightness
Of the sun.

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~ Do Not Enter ~

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~ Do Not Enter ~

In the haunted house of my heart
Broken piano keys play their own melody
And the clocks tick relentlessly out of rhythm.

There once was a home
A place of warmness and being
Where happy souls sat around fires in winter
And played on green lawns in the summer.

But now the grass grows long and wild
The ashes of the fire litter the floor
And the floorboards creak in ruin.

Life has deserted this one
Through the toil of the years
Being bled dry by experience
And the failed endeavours
Of deluded and wasted feeling
That strip away slowly at the soul.

I exist now like so many others
Living and walking relics
Occupying a place and wondering
What this life has done to me
To leave me standing but broken
Lying at the end of the street.

Still, I don’t completely collapse
As I hold onto this space inside
Waiting for it to be filled
To carry the weight of love and joy
As light fills this home once more.

But the years go on
And the silence remains
No sound of joy to be heard
Just whispers in the hallways
The ghost of something 
That cannot no longer be.