Wednesday, 25 December 2013

Poetry/Blog: Imagination

branches barely touching
   sun rays swimming through the leaves
skin eager to drink them
   there is not enough time
   our footsteps echo in search for something more


sometime, somewhere, someone
might make more sense out of these words
for I fail to see them completely
and even if I grew a new pair of eyes
it wouldn't be enough
every person is caught in his world
scratching the walls of the only mind he has
sometimes I envy the pictures
they may have captured
the stories they may have written
the truth of their existing reality
the pain of breathing in a mortal suit
- so preoccupied with self-worth
our communication defying the laws of time
- imagination runs through it
I don't take Christmas/New Year holidays seriously unless there is snow outside, it seems like an important part is missing. It has to have that winter feeling to really enjoy it. Now, I look out the window and .. what, it's April? How much the weather has shaped this time of year for me. But as a kid, there was nothing more magical to see snow outside, the lights of Christmas tree blinking, me sitting inside in the warm with a cup of cocoa. And a kids imagination. Perfection.

I may have forgotten a bit, how it is to be a child at Christmas time, the magic it may have. And since I have no kids of my own, it's....not that special anymore. It'd be different with a child. Maybe next year, or the year after...
Trans-Siberian Orchestra do it for me now, and candle lights, and books...and a warm embrace.
"But still childhood sees what childhood will
But nothing ever stays the same
I fear the night, I fear the dark
I need this light, that distant spark
I know that somewhere, someone's looking to deceive and
Somewhere young men die and children bleed and
Somewhere some have too much while others need and
Somewhere someone's looking to believe and
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere
And the night and the dark and the hopes and the dreams
As we all play our parts while ignoring the screams
So we lie to ourselves and we just carry on
Never stop, never turn, don't admit what is gone
Into this twisted story all these things so clear before me
Every path we've ever taken can't admit we were mistaken
In this night of my devising, never live and never dying
Each escape I've never taken, never dream and never waken
Stare into the dark as the abyss keeps calling
Try to take a step but then the mind keeps stalling
Can a single question just go on forever?
As a single thought goes on, it's now or never"
 - Epiphany, TSO
Ollie never fails to make me laugh. He crawls under the cover and sometimes all you can see is lump on the bed. He's good at hide and seek. And in the morning when he gets hungry, somewhere between 6 and 7 a.m. he attacks my feet, a very efficient alarm clock might I add.
And I'll see you in 2014! May it be a better year in all means.
“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.

Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You're doing things you've never done before, and more importantly, you're Doing Something.

So that's my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody's ever made before. Don't freeze, don't stop, don't worry that it isn't good enough, or it isn't perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.

Whatever it is you're scared of doing, Do it.

Make your mistakes, next year and forever.” 
- Neil Gaiman

Tuesday, 24 December 2013

Poem: Silver Stars

there is a view of the ocean
at your back door
yet you keep staring at the well-established paths,
the ones' which feel like home,
despite the darkness they cast
like a magnet they are gluing pieces together
you trust the taste of familiar in their shadow play
empty fields of sorrow are the place
where you sow your wild flowers
your spirit like a cold breeze
stroking their blossoms
you can't hide who you really are
                on your own
and if your life seems like a black book
remember that the black makes
the silver stars appear

Sunday, 15 December 2013

Poem: Beams

from out of that darkness
fiery feathers are beaming
in all their splendour
reaching out
glowing tall and fragile
for love, loss and a lonely heart
as a soft whisper of courage
echoing in the shadowy halls
with just a flicker
they ignite hope
I could immerse myself
in their dancing waves
and talk for hours
of the shadows they startled
staring long enough
till I become the flame
we can still see a star
on the night sky
even after it dies
and I wish our beams would shine on
conquering the speed of light


This was written as a prompt to Candle and Lights at dVersePoets.
I've always been attracted to candle lights, stars..and winter can be full of those things, so I can't wait for a bit of snow, a warm room, some hot tea and candles. And of course... a good book ;)

Saturday, 14 December 2013

Poem: Hungry mind

Moonlight reaches the window
and covers up a part of the wooden floor. There you lay
in the comfort of your cotton made bedding. The scent
of your existence infused into the sheets. Your mind
hungry like a fire for new logs to burn. Thoughts
you'd steal just to see how they would fit your walls;
what kind of shadows they would cast behind;
would they be worthy of moonlight?
Needing a new thought to fight it, to challenge it,
just to see how strong it holds its ground.
Some new bone to chew upon, to break
the known system of thinking. To change
the wires in your skin. For it has been proven
to hold back the horses of your sanity.
Who does it take to remind you of the possible future
at your back? Of all the things the future picture is made of,
which elements deserve your blood and sweat?
Ghosts of the past have long since whispered
in your ears, since you were eager to listen.
Learn what you can from gazing ahead to the past
and then leave it without walking in regret. The next moment
will slip by faster if you give in to anxiety; but for the most part
worst case scenarios don't come true; they just feed
your fears, which in return cloud the skies
that you walk under. If not now, then when,
will it be a good time to feed the hunger for change?