Mountain

Stuck between its too late and it’s only just started

In the middle I will sit until

I am rescued

Eyes closed dipping my feet in both ponds

The best years are to come but all the best years have gone

Summer sunshine met with holy matrimony

Vows to myself to remain youthful

Whilst my skin glows but my bones ache

Wondering if wisdom has made me feel older

I’ve felt so much in so little time

So I will sit with my toes in freezing water until

I can’t feel

To climb the mountain barefoot and

Take me back to where it all began

Waves

The waves washed me away

Fickle and fragile I fled with hope

Of not drowning with these thoughts of

What I must do and should have said

The apprehension of time passing

How the waves carry it away so fleetingly

Before you know it you are 30

Innocence now swallowed by the animals

The same animals who set me free

In dreams of becoming Cesar Milan

Where my whispers reached a thousand ears

I spoke softly but never enough

Words clouded, forcing rain down fast

Making tides stronger

Taking me away

Raw

Raw like a crunchy carrot

Full of goodness

5 of your 5 a day

Full of colour

I am raw

Authentic and organic

Like a freshly squeezed smoothie

A sweet grape

A sour banana

A bitter strawberry

Refreshing like a lemon

Natures creation

Grown on this Earth

From the Earth

To be enjoyed everyday

Sweet & sour

Sometimes not wanted

But always needed

Depth

When we lead with love

And heal with hope

We’ll find wisdom within

If we dive down deeply

We’ll realise the race

Is depth over distance

Male Gaze

We base our lives around the male gaze

Which look will get us the most praise

I wonder how beautiful our minds would shine

If their authentic selves were to align

Pretty is always our ticket to respect

The absence of beauty returns a lot less

If that is the case I don’t want the ticket

I will rip it up and then I will bin it

What power if we showed what’s deep inside

That side to ourselves that we try to hide

That side to ourselves that we try to suppress

In order to gain that bit more respect

If the only ticket to equality is to be pretty

The only ticket that will get us into the city

Where only the successful & beautiful seem to reside

I will happily walk for the rest of my life

World hunger

Do we not feed the world enough 
For it to want to eat me whole 
I know it’s hungry 
I can feeling it rumbling
Thunder skies moving across
Land where we stand 
Waiting for confirmation of what we are 
I know it’s hungry 
It’s ready for me 
Mouth wide open 
Ready to swallow me whole 
Amongst the cracks I fall 
Into the abyss of within 
Where conformation of who we are lies
Dust amongst a cloud 
Of moving smoke 
Blinding us
Eyes closed, I can finally see
The world is ready for me

Bird song

She had the type of eyes which made the birds sing
Under the tree in the graveyard
Where a man told her that the world was cold but she felt warm
Next to where his wife sleep
He felt he could confide
Her eyes like balls of cotton
Which the birds used to make their nest
Soothing and comforting
Her eyes like a party
Inviting and enticing
Where all the guests felt welcome
The door left open
To a world where
The birds sang all day and night

Ode to Peggy

I would say you deserve the world,
but the world I cannot give,
As in this current state, the world is not a gift,
I would say you deserve everything,
But everything you will not accept,
as greed is far removed from you,
You would give me all you had left,
I would say you deserve the sun,
and I could take it out the sky,
For all the light we need in this world, you can just supply,
I would say you deserve happiness,
that is all I want for you,
For sadness has become your friend,
and that we must remove,
In fact the world deserves you,
for you make it a better place,
So effortlessly you reward the earth,
with your amazing grace.

N

the title of this poem is ‘N’

but does that make me entitled

to call this poem my own

or did i just write it

 

i feel deeply for this poem

but it isn’t my property

just because i love something

doesn’t mean it belongs to me

 

Because i love this poem

i am going to set it free

now this poem belongs to we

with this i hope we can all agree

 

that now I’ve set these words free

it’s clear for you all to see

this poem is deeply loved by me

but it is not my property

thank u, sun

i would like to say thank you to the sun
throughout this life you have been my only one
you’ve guided and adored me
you’ve cleansed my mind
throughout this darkness you’ve shown me a light
you shone on my tears whilst alleviating my fears
then without seed you grew a sunflower
which spread through my heart and helped devour
the thorns which punctured holes in my veins
you warmed my blood so that it would not stain
you shone through my holes and created a lantern
a beautiful silk design with a floral pattern
you guided me through the sky at night
i didn’t need fire to keep me alight
as you lit me up and lifted me away
so that i could shine for another day