Morning sun heralds another dawn,
With its faint sweet smells and white noise sounds;
The day breaks and I look around,
To find myself one day further from home.
Evening light dims and I dim too,
A cooling reflection of a life I’d forgotten.
Night falls and as it does,
I know I am one day closer to home.
There’s a lot of love/hate going on
I’ve seen the many faces
Love can bear,
and I’ve felt most all the faces
Of a hateful stare.
Dance upon my ears, sweet sounds
That I may lose my self in you;
Take away those worldly pangs
That I may find my self through you.
I’ve forgotten influences
that another life had
brought on me.
Had forgotten all the
woes of an
encapsulated soul.
Wheras a thick and
undulating moment
of torture once
served to remind me of those
things long past,
Now such moments
only reflect
other futures
I’d not yet known.
I know if I sit and
recompose those
languished thoughts
I’d take myself to some
other place where feelings
have substance and
meaning,
and thought is of
no consequence.
Long have I longed
for other places,
other times,
other pressures.
The grass may not be
greener,
but always it is
some other
grass.
The grass of this place
has left me with no
possibility
for anything
more.
Scarred is he who wants the world
But looks on in anguish
at the pain and suffering,
of others,
pining over his own scars.
His scars are healed, though still
scars.
Wounds of the world wound the heart,
Wrench at the soul,
but those are wounds that don’t
leave such visible scars.
those scars
deep within
deep inside
where no-one else goes
and he goes there rarely,
perhaps finding that far place
too close for comfort.
He would rather distance himself
a safe distance
a real distance where
the scars can’t be felt
or seen or heard,
though they remain.
He would rather split atoms,
and talk of treasures and
want and want and want
and do all his unscarred
morality allows.
And scars are always there.
He is always there,
but never feels anything.
he is lost.
he is scarred.
Just a few words
to lighten your day,
Make you feel more at ease
in my own personal way.
A note to a friend
I’ve not seen for too long,
But I’ve been with in thought
and in heart and in song
My dearest Victoria,
Here’s a cheer for your grace
A toast to a friend –
a change of your pace!
My dearest Victoria,
By electronic way,
I send you my warmest
Whole-hearted “Gidday!”
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