Vast

Lies

You walk but rather run

You whisper but rather scream

You stay but rather go

You lie

You know but you don’t

You sin but you won’t

You try but you hesitate

You lie

You live but are dead

You heal but are broken

You fight but are still

You lie

You’re kindness is forgotten

You’re love mistaken

And you’re gratitude shaken

You tried

But The world stole it:

Your power

Your heart

Your truth

It tried to give it back

But you ran

You screamed...

You went.

And you’re still lying.

You run but rather walk

You shout but rather whisper

You go but rather stay

Why?

Your kindness is discovered

You’re love stolen

You’re gratitude taken

No need for lies….

Please.

Be mine.

Broken

 

I cry but your eyes are still.

I spit poison but it doesn't kill.

I'm rotting away yet there are no concerns.

"Let me be free" my body yearns.

No longer a princess within her fortress,

A place my hands used to caress.

My body rages with the danger that calls;

I am the dragon changed up to it’s walls

I am afraid; fearsome will not lend.

I scream, I shout, I try to comprehend,

A paradise that is not to me shown,

As walls don't part by grit alone

Stop, still, silent is the air.

Nothing around, nothing that's fair.

I reach out but a grip I don’t get.

Left alone, why? I want to forget.

Oh world why do you hate me so much

Warm is your smile, icy is your touch

Take away what’s mine and give what is not

It is with your bullet that I have been shot.

The Power of Dreams

 

Your head pounding.

Your thought crumbling.

Your mussels braking.

The sky darkening.

The days been rough,

Drowning you,

Running you through,

With the sword of mighty and tough.

At home it’s not much better:

The harsh thoughts of too many letters,

The loud sound of being alone,

The problem on the phone.

So there you are unable to sleep,

The scares of the day cutting deep,

But as you finally start to fall,

Your mind puts an end to it all.

Memories flood.

All the things you never understood,

Binding you to twisting and turning,

As you to fight the anger that's burning.

But as the night draws to a close,

Your dreaming stops its flow,

Letting you imagining hold,

And you change the story as it folds.

You think of mighty happenings,

Of smiles and good feelings,

Of love and mysteries,

Things that are worthy over many histories.

So there you are happy to sleep,

The scares no longer deep,

As you start to awake,

With the good feeling that smiles make.

For Love

 

A flame fearlessly flew across the sky,

Seemingly setting the clouds alight,

Through howling winds you hear the bird cry,

Weeping for the sun being swallowed by night.

As the sun dies this feathered best is no more,

Until the white lady upon the birds shines,

And reborn creatures of the night roar,

Soon quite before prying eyes finds.

The night lies silently around it,

Laying a cloak over the still,

But the moon outshines it,

Letting the bird in for the kill.

It dives swerves curls glides,

Down into a precise descent,

Until it fills the sky from all sides,

Wing spread talons extended 100 per cent.

Touchdown.

She grasps the fleeing creature in a deathly grip,

And pride shudders through her bones,

It was a successful trip,

Hunger no longer moans.

So up she went into the natural world of birds,

Higher in to the night her wings a fearsome sound,

She crossed mighty white stallion herds,

Across the ocean and into the beach they pound.

Then clearer and clearer the vision came,

Of sticks and twigs bound together tightly,

And feathers peeping through holes the same,

Happy to see mother and food which curled whitely.

She lands her wings spread out to soften her fall,

In her nest safety is recalled,

So sound her eyelids dropped and she no longer stands tall,

As the sky brightened and the cockerel called.