Reality Strikes

A split image of yourself,

A destiny to be,

A person you once new, is now a dust in the wind,

What is happening,

To the life I see before me,

Everything is changing like wind and water and sea and sand,

Life is no longer safe for I be told,

The earth the stars and us,

Nothing more,

Silence in the atmosphere,

Not one soul alive,

This is what life would be like if we have war on our side,

What happens when life starts decaying,

Nothing,

Silence, stillness in endless time,

This is what it would be like without controlling our actions,

Life as we know it... is ending,

We can change it by working as one,

Knowing each of us as a brother and sister,

Saving our family from destruction,

We all can help,

By changing our thoughts, actions and emotions,

To care and look after all that needs help,

This could lead us to uniting all nations together in peace and harmony,

This is what needs to be before it’s too late,

And in letting the world end the human race,

For I can’t stop myself,

Saving an innocent child’s life,

From what we have become,

And must end. 

Am I human?

Words pierce me like bullets shot at close range,
Does difference make you fear me so much?
I am human.

Why do you treat me differently,
Manipulate, coerce, conceal me...
I am human.

I've travelled many miles, hoping to be accepted,
If there is chance my life can get better, my survival wasn't a waste...
I am human.

Please, you people say you live only once,
Take a step in my shoes,
This one life you could be living in hell,
But you wouldn't know,

You are human? yes?
I am human too...

Three words...

First kiss to rip ones heart out of their chest,
Second kiss to bring you back to earth,
Hold hands because without them intertwined I'm afraid to lose you,
Hearts scarred with simple kisses to heal the wound,
But as each kiss draws to an end,
More heartstrings are tugged to draw in the one you love,
Closer...closer
Until breaths are taken from lips to lips
The one whom you wish were in your dreams every night,
So your happiness could bloom even when you're asleep,
I never knew the feeling of needing someone so much,
That when my thoughts wonder, your face is the only one I see,
Your eyes give way to my knees,
Your lips to mine,
Once again....
How do I say those words?
Three simple words,
That make my heart beat rhythmically and uncontrollably...
I miss you....

Hope In Love

When eyes gaze,
When hands touch
When hearts beat

Hope revives 
Love comes alive
Hurt fades 
Love trades 

Changing clubs for hearts,
And life for love 
A never ending cycle,

We lose in love
Only to gain love in return

The flames of desire from impulsion
To sweet subtle love 
Is abiding, loving, and beautiful,

Hope is never lost,
It lives and thrives,
Through love 
And for love... 

A Mothers' Love....

Dedicated to your lovely Mothers <3 and my incredibly beautiful mother

The life you gave,
For the life we have,
Through love and loss,
Happiness and sadness,

A mothers' touch,
To heal the wounds that bury deep within my heart,
Through the lies, truth was told from mothers lips,
Through life, experiences made from experiences expressed...


You lifted me up when falling was the only answer, 
The rock to my weary days, 
You've been my inspiration, my hope, my light,
Through darkened days...


Now i wish you safe returns towards our heart,
On this special day...
Loving you always...

Hold My Heart....

Hold my heart in your hands,
And watch the blood seep through the cracks of your fingers,
The tighter you squeeze - the blacker it gets,
Until all that is seen is tar...
No matter who holds my heart ,
It will never be theres,
It can never beat the tempo of my breath,
Or become synced with the heart of another,
Thump,
Thump,
Thump,
Till all you hear is silence...
The body has gone quite,
The lips a bracent purple...
and time has slipped away...

Mellow Midday....

The warm breeze surrounds me, 
As the sun beams from beyond the clouds, 
I lay on a bench;
Contemplating...
The sound of drilling fills my ears, 
As the cars cross the tar, 
Melting in the heat;
As waves of hallucinations -
Interrupt my vision, 
And enter into my world;
My secluded world...
The breeze changes;
Gushing and whooshing, 
Against the trees, 
A cool wind embraces me, 
As silence enters...

Beauty?

A mirror reflects beauty?
Possibly...
Or does it hide what truly needs to be seen by the world,
It creates illusions, 
Which manifests into the destroyer of true beauty, 
By nature...
By future...
By birth...
Beauty is not unreal, 
Or unreachable, 
We have it within our grasp, 
We ignite it through the things we do,
And the hearts we change...
Through the lines that illuminate our face, 
And express true beauty....
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Falling...

Let my tears fall,
Let my heart hurt, 
Let my mind fade,
A shadow...
A mask...
That, like porceline - is fragile, 
Shattering...
Like the essence of my well being, 
Perished with the flames of desire, 
Crushed by the hands of mercy, 
Ultimately..
Defying the limit... 


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Angel...

Created in November 2008 - It was during a plane ride back from Sydney, After my grandfather was diagnosed with Lukemia...It's been a long journey for me - so many deaths in a short space of time. 


An angel floats among the clouds, 
The silence of the plane; awakens a slight smile, 
Through the angel's eyes; Tiny, infinite - soul filling eyes.
Which only feel trapped...


Unlocking them with the brace of the clouds,
And the tinge of the sunlight, 
Which creates bountiful ambiance and warmth...


Blink once; change the scene...
Blink twice; daydreaming...


Too late to drift, 
Too late to not exist within the realm of dissipated democracy,


What's more great and upholding?
Than living with the happiness of the sky;
The smile to each sunshine raise...


The melody made up of the symphony,


The harp of a thousand soothing notes,
Fills the atmosphere...
Followed by the voice of reason and gratitude;
Thank you...
Thank you...
Repeating the words,


Till the very last breath, 
Those thickened clouds guard - 
Hiding the greatest secret of all...
Eternal life,


The light of angels....

The Light...

There is only one light you look for,

With one glance,

Memorized in the quantum leap of animosity,

There is no need for mind swiped curiosity,

Luminosity of each lights shine through the cloudy desire of the subconscious,

The hook, line and sinker of desperate times,

The plain undergrowth of natural impulses allows movements sureness,

Drifting…..

To that one place,

Capsized by realities true anguish,

Captured by grateful essence of lies…

Betrayal for Love

The light at the end of the tunnel shines as bright as your smile,

The heart, beats like drums, to each tempo of sorrow and happiness,

The lives of two have been destined to one,

Time goes by like never before, an endless ring of nothingness,

The separation between two lovers and their lives,

Leads to betrayal and lying ways,

Two families which choose their ways, over their children’s,

A split of those who believe in the impossible to happen,  

Death breaks enemies to the desire of sadness…

Her Marked Heart...

To write love on her arms;

With the very ink that touched her heart,
With the very eyes that caught her gaze,
With the very grasp that held her hand,
And the very lips that brought her happiness...
She has given her heart to him,

Will he return;
The words that left his subtle lips; 
And calmed the weary storms...
The eyes that unlocked her consciousness;
And made her stumble...

The time well spent;
Counting stars amongst the blanket of the darkness...
Catching the sunset while it ripples through the sky...
Watching the moonlight as it danced across the translucent lakes...
Memories - everything from first glances to last chances...

Could she let the ink materialise?
Fade as though it was never there, 
Leaving no scars;
Nor marks,
No signs...
Will her heart revive? 

To write love on her arms...

Christmas Sorrows...

Even the light of the new day saddens me...
To wish to be succumbed to my dream state...
Never to see the new day..
Never to see the new light..
To be in limbo in twilight hours.. 
...Between the downing of the sun and the rising of the moon...
Between the spirit and the mind...
As the angels fall around me...this day continues to sadden me...

Horizon...

The horizon, must take you away,

The frozen time is still in its capsule of serenity,

The ground frozen to my feet, as the veins within the body have a cold snap,

Even subtle movements to warm cannot plaster the frosting mild hands,

You take a step onto the prickly sand were the city meets the seas…

As the wind blows subtle movements with the whistle of the waves,

The wash of foam builds a favorable moment,

As you float across the water, you are eloped with the barrel of the waves,

You confide into the moment, which builds to be a faint instant,

As the shimmer of your glow lightens up the world,

When the sun kisses your face, as you float within the barrel of the waves…

An hour glass hangs in the balance in the middle of nowhere,

Tiny grains start to slip through as these moments loose grip of the reality…

The horizon, must take you away,

The frozen time is still in its capsule of serenity,

The ground frozen to my feet, as the veins within the body have a cold snap,

Even subtle movements to warm cannot plaster the frosting mild hands…

As you begin again…

Mothers Day...

On this special day I dedicate this poem to you my lovely mother.

The spirit on which you passed to me from conception has had ups and downs;

But with your love within my hands I thank you for giving me my first breaths.

The love of which you carry within your warm arms are that of our abundance of joys. 

Our spirits are within in your keep sake.

The appreciation of this one day lives for many others; 

Breaths for many others. 

This time may be dragging for one year. 

When you can celebrate the love a mother; 

Everyday; 

Of each other’s existence.

Although we go through things, every so often, 

We forget who really cares and looks after -

Those who see life as simply walking around with the dead.

The mothers love brightens everyone’s faces;

smiles appear for the depths of a young Childs face.

My sweet mother

Love you always and forever my sweet mother; 

never forget that even though we act out of proportion doesn’t mean, 

we don’t simply love you...

Your presence is one that will never leave.

A Rose Wilts…

A rose wilts,

As an hour glass time slowly slips away,

Like the minutes that rapidly fade into memories,

A tear drops, as a pool of rain follows…

Like a moment lost…

Even though they flood back through the images replaced in your head,

A golden sun hangs beyond the dark translucent clouds,

A deluge of tears fall and disappear,

As though no emotion can show,

Determine to escape emotional turbulence,

Poise ambushed by light of integrity…

A rose wilts,

As an hour glass time slowly slips away,

Like the minutes that rapidly fade into memories,

Only this time the petals have dried up,

Like the face that once was smiling,

Now faded away,

Like the essence of reality…

Like the moment you open your eyes those memories created, exit….

Living too much in the past, brings happiness like that of a blooming flower which has caught enough sunlight to be a life, a soul and a feeling,

Each friend is like a petal their slowly floating away,

I am the stem with less than a little water left….

As this rose wilts…..

Journey...

      Immortality extinguishes more than what can be realised, why it is that life can be overcome by that of a ray of a colourful lens. That when I tell a story it’s through the art of my mind, instead of through the palms of my hands. That of a light that reflects through the immortal being of yourself; an enchanting fundamental nature that has glowed from behind closed doors. There is no sense of compassion; there is more of soul and serenity which becomes of this life. It’s true I have made a portrait with no movement of heart and wisdom that flows through the warmth of my veins, unaware of.

         But why that of an immortal passion comes over, with such nonsense of immortal value, in contempt. In existence…. just simply stand here unaware of, thoughts, feelings….just in the moment although it passed so long ago. Happiness no longer thriving within the moment…..more or less the time. Turmoil corrupted absolutely, even though lightness to each step taken to heal what has been severely broken.  No love that has truly captured the heart, the soul, the life. Why….why you ask, this life is a gift not a sin on which we cannot revive. The skillfulness of closure to descend from heights….which cannot be overcome. What can truly keep the boundless flame and wisdom alive….unsure? All is known in time.

     A girl, she sits and stares in an open space. Life passing her as she is lost in translation. A pebble drops….she awakens from her deep time. The sound of symphony sweetens the air.  “I have been lost for a very long time; my time has not been well”.

         Emotional imbalance corrupted by instance; ….wait a figure is shown in the distance, beauty beyond this world. It must be harmony awaking the lost smile of which has not been shown for eons…on content. Silence is no longer forever in this lifetime…hope is more than what is deserved. A light that has shone through the blanket of darkness; has now awakened all of time……

     This girl where is she now…she is gone…this is no place for her here. For she has now experienced happiness, that can no longer be tormented by silence and despair. Forever young…… in a place were you cannot find her…glowing with the warmth of the sun.

The rebirth of life……

Sleepless Nights…

Sleepless nights take over the simple mind of a young one...

Her eyes are cold stricken and unable to close;

They just gloss over as tainted glass...

She has loss the life at the cost of others,

Why must she leave? No questions asked, just…nothing…

There is always going to be silence within this young girls mind;

She can never be awakened,

She doesn’t wish to be awaken -

Just silence would give her all the happiness she craves for;

Quietly...

She does not need;

Eyes

Spoken words 

or 

Silent thoughts,

She just needs herself... 

Abiding by loves growing normality,

And concluding with its bittersweet intoxicating cloudiness...

She craves the unity of life - 

But, 

Unjustified heartache wounds all willingly... 

The winds of changing presence intrances the entrance of lovely moments,

But neither is fundamental to the well being of this child of mercy...

Why hold a key?

Why hold a key, which fails to unlock the heart in the matter,

A sensitive expression releases what truly awakens thou eyes,

A shimmer glistens with every smile, but simply faintly…

Cross stitched in your palm the answers to the secrets,

Though your face tells the emotion through your eyes,

Even though they glass over, and show true feeling…

Like a message in a bottle, unable to open,

Becoming just a figure of ones own reality,

Mind floats with passing tense,

As life becomes a canvas,

And you become that one creator of a beautiful art form,

Your eyes again show pictures but together with your mind create images of perfection,

Why…let go, when you can be set free,

You no longer must be trapped…

Free yourself with ones self expression from within the unlocked corridor of perception,

Smiling upon, creation…

For all you need is manipulation, even though it might be unsettled and unsure,

The key was no longer needed,

There never was that blocked up perception,

The build up of lies told to ones self was truly vanished,

With the ties of your tongue, this told lies, through the words, on content,

So you question…

Why do you hold this key?