Survivors

Wasted lands
white chalked grounds
nothing exists
only emptiness

Survivors of the past
sounds that would pound and blast
words that want to be said
no one gets it
no gets paid

Battered tortured and bruised
hurt so deep
pain trapped inside
pushed in time
in waist steep

Dry throat
thirsty mouth
falling to the ground
dirt driven
moved over us like the kill

Hands that form
like a map of young men before
water falls to reach the lines
that meet each others existence

Ravenous

White covered images
leave ravenous mouth urging
thought provoking
wondering of inner beauty

Splashes of silhouette
yearning for more
much more
covering of canvass

Laid bare for all to see
patches of society
only eyes show
stretched branches

Luring imagination
pulsating body
scented stems
of velvet softness

Insight

Strangling arms
air held tight
no where to move
no room to fight

Clamping heart
shackles keeping us apart
torn by beauty
worn by maturity

Divided by the few
experience if only they knew
nature nurture
do not make me believe
for you are about deceive

Sound has catapulted
imagination of concentration
bound by
her spiritual eye

Shadows Past

Never feeling like an intruder in anyone's life, yet alone in her own. She stepped down off the last step and into her future. Gone were the days when frustration and puzzles filled her worn out mind. Kissing goodbye to the past and hello to the future. Everything seemed so bright.

'Time stands still for no one', she thought. Walking alone with her head held high nothing could phase her proud new self. Until she caught her own reflection in the a shop window. It was as tough time was standing still for ever. Taking her fingers to her face, she brushed her fingers along her cheeks. Slowly moving them down along her neck.  Confusion of who she was striving to be and once was, that person she left on the last step set in.  'Am I moving into someone else's life or my own?'.  Suddenly a tear rolled from her eye.  'I am finally seen myself for the first time in a long time'. Missing her old self , someone full of confidence and most of all happiness. Like an inner piece that cannot be explained.

A familiar smell wafted past her.  She caught a quick glimpse. A shadow stole her moment. Then a voice broke the silence of her thoughts.  ' I know you don't I?' 'Sorry she said'.  ' Do I know you?' 'We went for the same interview, but you got the job'. 'How is that job going now?' 'Oh I don't work there anymore'. 'Why what happened?' ' Nothing I just decided that I needed to live again'. 

'I remember you seemed so happy' . 'Happiness cannot be found in just one place'. ' It took me a lot of soul searching to figure that out'.  ' Are you happy now then?' 'I'm about to find out'.  Taking herself off on an adventure where she didn't know where it would take her. She seemed to be embracing herself, her new founded surroundings and an encounter with someone who was so much like the old her. But at the same time reminded her of the new her.

'Lasting impression is what I want to leave in my footprints in life'.  These were the last words spoken to the woman she had so much in common with. ' I hope you find what you are looking for'

' So do I, but if I don't well at least I will have fun trying'. 

Not Knowing

Pain stricken suffering
destruction beyond compare
nobody knows
who once lived there

Sand blasted ground
white chalked soil
mothers cry out
waiting for their child

Patience and understanding
as help arrives
hope is all they have
tears and tiredness
in their eyes

Frustrated and battered
by all they have seen
how can anyone contemplate
such horrifying scenes

Natures Way

As natural a snow drop
As natural a flake
As natural the grass grows
As natural a mistake

Mistaking the moves
foliage lay bare
wondering and waiting
the fruits of our wares

Hips hugging nature
eyes sparkling through the night
animal sounds
some giving us a fright

Racing and pondering
who is the perfect one
eyes glance across the room
lusting for some

Gasping breaths of each
animals wild and tamed
beating breaths of hunger
chasing life’s reins

Gathering in packs
looking for the one
scent driven dominate
figures they have become

Wildness has no limits
lust it has no end
natures loving arm
prey on us
as we defend

How Fortunate

Imagine falling
imagine now
imagine something
imagine somehow

Somehow knowing
somehow it all
somehow what could happen
somehow receiving that call

That call you never thought
that call would never come
that call overwhelmed you
that call somehow never should

Never should of happened
never could of came
never would of been possible
never would you be the same

The same things happen
sometimes every single day
sometimes little miracles
do come through
even though your so far away.