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troubles - greyness- rock paths - masks which burn
Troubles
Oh my heart which is so silent, Cries like tears on cold iron, Sharp pains which haunt my soul Bring emptiness to the surface again. The future, all thoughts, ambitions, desires, Enter the open portal, and stack the shelves. Controlling with leather reins which seem to move Me, ever in the direction, of what? Do I understand all that tosses in my mind? Ships thrown in storms, fair well at times And yet can be brought to the point Where, repairs, decisions are needed. Such seems hard to draw close, Love is ever there from many sources Blinds which cover some, cords On this side or not quite here. Light forever flickers in my dark Ever do I pick it up and see Hold it close to see my thoughts Or far to see the path I lead. Darkness sometimes grasps hold, But my heart chooses the light. (1998) go to top
Greyness
He was grey, that was all, Like the rain which drove him. He sheltered under a hand, Stone, cold in a church yard. As he looked all he could see Was black, white existed But not in this world Not in his sorry heart. Darkness hung over him, The only shelter that he had, No one cared, frost bit As his teeth into a broken crumb. Colour rarely appeared, Once he looked into Christ's home And saw only black with dots Of light, mainly black though. He sits alone, thoughts Beg to be heard. Death Only calls to check his life Soon to take him away. Who has the answer, Who has the light Who can bring colour Into his dark world. Sticks pound the earth, Break it into warmth. He alone sits on it As each of us walk by. (1998)
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Rock Paths
A mountain rock I stand upon, With many paths which seem to flow Down from the top past where I stand. Right, left and underneath my feet These trickle onwards down. I look at where I've been and see, The good and bad which have chiselled away My life, made me unique. My hurts. My joys. My falls. My climbs. All of them shaping who I am. Where I've been seems so important Until I once again look up the hill. What awaits me, is undiscovered, Buried, hidden among the bushes and brambles Which lie forward on my path. Only when I get to the top, When I see all I've done Will I understand the weaving the path took. Know the why, the how and accept them For what they are. Once He has finished with me, Carved me into his perfect creation, Shaped me into his planned mould. Then I will sit at His feet and worship Him Forever on that mountain rock. (1998) go to top
Masks Which Burn
Hidden from eyes which look Hidden from all who think they know. Desires from my heart Sheltered, wrapped within a cloak Hidden by Masks which burn. Hidden by actions which contrast To some of what I feel To some of what I know My heart cries in pain sometimes Caused by Masks which burn. Jailed by thoughts, appearances That know of what I should be Slammed in the face, a door With no key or handle Trapped by Masks which burn Lights sometimes flickers on me Light sometime reveals my heart Unlocks my door and lets me see Cools my face, relief from pain Caused by masks which burn. Oh Mask which burns my desires. Oh Mask which traps my love. Oh Mask I wish I could smash You to a thousand pieces, But I fear you, Mask, I fear you (1998) go to top
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