Silence

Silence has a face
A presence
It stands there
Listening
Waiting
It thinks itself invisible
But I see its grin
Sadistic entity follows me everywhere
Heartfelt protestation
Swallowed mercilessly
Regurgitating
Spat out
Suffocating me with venomous wrath

©paul

Obscene

How much money do you need

Sitting there choking on greed

Have you played falling down yet

Catching followers

In the social net

©paul

Universal law

Walking the path of destiny is both scary and exciting

Tuning in to what’s around you is enlightening

Realizing how and why things happen takes discipline and perseverance

Things that cut to the bone, become a cocooning moment of clarity and understanding

Curled up, revealing itself only when the time is right

It’s Universal law,

Everything we experience

Everything we feel

Everything we thought was bad luck or bad timing, becomes crystal clear

It’s then, and only then, that the butterfly of knowing and wisdom reveals itself

Things that meant so much

Moments that angered, or seemed unfair, runs parallel with moments that gave great joy, hope, happiness

One plays off the other, and it can seem very chaotic and leave one feeling despair and bewilderment

But

This is the key to staying grounded, and aware

We are all aware, even though it may seem not so; This is designed to keep us listening to what the universal conscience is telling us

We all make bad choices, we make good choices too

It’s about stamina, and seeing it through

It’s about knowing

It’s about patience

It’s about confidence and knowing that however it plays out; It still exists for a reason

Maybe for future occurrences

Maybe to teach us something now

Maybe so the right choices can be forthcoming

But it’s there

It’s always there, and that in itself is a comfort and a reminder that we are never alone

It may seem that way

It’s waiting

For the day

It’s Universal law

Universal law must always be obeyed

Even when you think and feel that you broke it

There’s a reason to think that way

Never lose faith, never lose hope

The law is there to protect us, and!

Help us to cope.

©paul

 

 

 

Expired

Don’t eat from the honey jar anymore

It will make you sick, confused and sore

Been on the shelf for far too long

I read the expiry

The label was wrong

© paul

 

Under the Poplars

 Like priestly imprisoned poets,
the poplars of blood have fallen asleep.
On the hills, the flocks of Bethlehem
chew arias of grass at sunset.
      The ancient shepherd, who shivers
at the last martyrdoms of light,
in his Easter eyes has caught
a purebred flock of stars.
      Formed in orphanhood, he goes down
with rumors of burial to the praying field,
and the sheep bells are seasoned with shadow.
      It survives, the blue warped
in iron, and on it, pupils shrouded,
a dog etches its pastoral howl.
©Cesar Vallejo

Humbled

Truth comes to everyone in the darkness

We rest our heads on pillows, often damp with tears

Flashes of past traumas play out in our mind

Buried memories of another time

Always there, always hidden

They know what lies in the soul

How to appear and when

A little reminder of scenes once forgot

Like the boogieman stood at the end of your cot

Every fear, every sadness, every lie once told

Comes nearer and nearer

As we grow old

The persona we adopted to help us through

Means nothing now to you or I

We pay in the end, for this passage called life

Credit revoked

Collections are rife.

©paul

 

 

 

Trapped

I feel strange
Trapped in invisible claws
Shaking as I’m tossed from left to right
Held tightly, I scream mutely, long into the night
A rag doll, seams broken
Stuffing bursting out of me, and carried away on a violent wind
Hollow, flat, empty,
Only my eyes function, skin limp and ragged
Horror; I can see
Pain; I feel and endure, penetrating my numbness
Not as it travels, no!
At it’s destination
It burns my core
This was always gonna happen, I knew it would
In my distaction, I failed in feeling it creep
Maybe, they got me, in my sleep
Patiently waiting
Plotting and scheming
For the day my back is turned
Defenses down
Blind side me, then offer a crown of love
From a crow, disguised,
As a dove.
©paul