There’s a little of you left in me.
It never went away.
It hid behind blood and bone.
digging deeper until
In my very essence
It found a home
How can something so small swallow up so much of a life?
Poem No. 39
He’s the quiet voice
That I need
But can’t always hear
Yet when my being is heavy
He lifts up my burdens
Helps lighten my load
Deep in my heart I feel Him
Deep in my being
He’s always near
When I’m cast adrift by the cruel acts of man
He’s always there to take my hand
To soothe my soul
Quieten my inner turmoil
Others may mock
Make jest, make light of the solemnity of Faith
But my saviour; Our Lord
Him, above all others
Will I never forsake
You have carried me through the deep
Through the darkest nights
My love upon high
My guiding light
Poem No. 38
There are so many things we are scared to say
So much that goes unsaid
For fear that truth will unleash something unknown, untold
Except
It’s said that only the truth will set you free
But where is the freedom to be found in the fear of letting go?
To finding out who one another really are?
There isn’t any
So let go
And let God.
Isolated
The world has been forced to take stock
While chaos forces us to remain locked…
Inside.
The freedom of man has been contained
We want to rise
Break free
From our boxes of inhabitation
But can’t, for fear
Of the fall of civilisation
Together.
We’ll go down, together
Burn bridges, together
Weather storms, together
Get better, together
Breathe easier, together
Sing loud, together
Praise be, together
Together, together, together
Together, together
TOGETHER.
The light
In the darkness, they found me
Though I uttered not a sound
I am the light that binds love to soul
That seeks out sinners to absolve
Suffer unto me the darkness in your being
I will take it into my heart
Light will fill your world once more
As if bearing witness to mans first dawn
A simple promise is all I ask
That you try, every day
To keep a little of this light to light the way
To light the path to righteousness
This is all I ask of you
21 jan 20
None of us choose
Choose to take that first breath
That yell that hails your entrance into this world
In the words of Billy Idol, with that rebel yell
will you cry “more, more, MORE”?
Is your voice
A war cry
Or just…
A mere sob?
What else can you do
but scream
Scream for the world to notice you?
This city .
Sneakily snaking within my veins
Weighing my losses favourably against my gains
In the dead of night she screams my name
No sleep will I get
But this is London
And I’m not dead yet
.
I cannot see you
Not because I have grown blind
Because our love has grown entangled
I am you
You are me
We have grown
