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Bacterial Colony

Like gremlins, there is a feeling
Growing, living ‘neath my skin
Breathing organisms of unspoken truths
Alien to kith and kin

Begun as secrets hatched inside
Hidden valves of heart and spinal bone
Carried, warded, fostered close
How strange, to feel what’s outward unknown

X-rays would display it all perhaps
What initially blossomed between
Clavicle and sternum, held in every breath
Jaw tissue, heart and spleen

It grew to my extremities
Fear held the muscle of upper arms
Hands clench holding words and souls
Tension between scapulas, tenderness in palms

Until it bubbled beneath the surface
And scabbed, itching to be torn free
To expose raw skin, still sensitive, pink
For a relief worth all the anxiety

They say we contain multitudes
Bacterial cells numbering mine
But they never speak of feeling them
Each one, awareness over-refined

Through gestation I knew to keep them deep
I understood fragility in chrysalis form
But now imago has been finally reached
But now, I simply want them gone

Diwali in Two Voices

In my current travels through India, I’ve had the chance to spend time with Deatheaten. And what better way to document experiences with two scribblers such as ourselves, than through poetry?

Today was like a buffet which I did not start because there were too many entrees
And yet I still could not believe that the stones beneath my feet held me
Let me start by explaining how fireworks wok: first there is gunpowder, then there is fire – the rest is poetry
No, it’s all just a song, variations on a theme transcending this universe
In a way, Diwali is the biggest firecracker, and we’re just balls of flame
Some only fit to fizzle out, or be shot down by stupidity – others full of decent whiskey, something more
Everything bursting in the sky, and reflected in the water below – the sea, everything we see
And in that, the watchers are not merely observers, but feeling and reacting one and the same, that unified BANG
It’s good music you know, when you see it after hearing it
But not quite as good as music you reshape in the moment, surely
So we’ll stop telling you about Diwali – and get to the bananas
For there’s nothing quite as violent, as sunglasses slashing throats, with a delicate lady finger
…that’s what she said
(He wishes)
Well the lady is a firecracker
And thus, through gunpowder, we have created poetry

A Series of Unknown Poems

A person I once knew shared these with me. He never gave me any names in regards to who wrote them, but they’ve stuck with me. So now I’m sharing them with you.

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Dreams, Pain and Perfection

The music slowly fades away
Giving way to boundless sorrow
Emptiness that won’t disappear
With the coming of any tomorrow.

The darkness deepens by the moment
Shadows lengthen with the dying light
Can you hear the silence growing
Sealing our fate tonight.
 
The dreams go up in smoke,
Scarring deeper than the skin
And when the thoughts begin to choke,
Hope starts to wear thin.
 
The pain and the perfection
Of memories of you,
Reminiscing of times past
And thinking to myself ‘What if’.
 
Too many times I’ve turned away from you,
Looked away when I never wanted to.
Blinded by something I couldn’t see,
Dead to something that was in front of me.
 
Yet now it all seems so right,
What we wanted will be tonight,
And all else slips from my mind,
There’s only one thought I can find.
 
The rain can’t dampen my spirits
Anymore than the pain
So perfect that everything’s wrong,
The mirrored illusion shatters.
 
The dreams go up in smoke,
Scarring deeper than the skin
And when the thoughts begin to choke,
Hope starts to wear thin.
 
The pain and the perfection
Of memories of you,
Reminiscing of times past
And thinking to myself ‘What if’.
 

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The Power of Dreams.

 I walk in the shadow of a cloud,
The wind and not the sun adding colour to what is around me.
I implore it to wash away all my dark times.
Those times spent under the sun.
The gale blows my mind clean.
It carries me over the sun,
Something which seemed bright once.
Time is not the only healer after all.
My heart is opened to the storm.
Its raw, numb, coldness soothes and numbs my wounds.
Growing sick of my body, I am lost with nature.
My soul rides the crests of waves,
Floats through the sky on the wings of an albatross,
Explores the deepest chasms and mysteries of the earth.
I cannot describe where I am or what I do.
Nature takes me high, higher than I have ever been.
My mind is healed, so I return to my dead body.
And as life claims it,
I wake up.

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Left. Right. Up. Down.
Its a series of twists. Turns. Ups. Downs. Inversions. Madness.
Just to make it less of a mess.
Make all those little colours line up.
Make it look better.
 
There are some who don’t bother.
Who take it as it comes.
They make no effort.
They aren’t bothered by the dissarrayed and disoriented layers.
 
There are some who go by algorithms.
Who just follow someone else’s steps.
Do it over and over again.
Just to see how fast they can get.
And take steps to make it smoother.
Cushion the impact.
No point really.
Doesn’t get you anywhere.
Doesn’t give you anything to be really happy about.
 
Then there are those who do it right.
Use their logic.
Make the right decisions.
Live through the bad luck.
Take advantage of the good luck.
Who take it apart just to find out how it works.
They’re going to end up the best.
 
But the thing is, it doesn’t matter how fast you do it.
Doesn’t even matter if you don’t arrange it all.
If you have it, you’re gifted.
 
Left. Right. Up. Down.
 
Do it whichever way suits you best.
Its yours to choose.
 
And for all of you who haven’t got it.
Its not the cube.
Think outside the box.
This is life.
 
 

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Looking up at the stars,
I wondered how they got so high,
What they were motivated by to reach such dizzy heights..
I saw their true state,
To be more free than a bird over the ocean,
Than a whale in the sea,
To be held back by nothing but your own will,
To have nothing higher than you,
To be more than human…
The majority of humanity still remained,
Held back by the shackles of mortality,
Encased, cocooned tightly in the web of life,
Stuck forever with no escape,
Fumbling in the darkness with unseeing eyes,,
That could not open,
Even for a rare glimpse of the sky.
I then looked upon what we were missing,
The whole, open, unseen outside.
Where the visionaries and heroes dwelt,
Those who had taken the leap,
Not looking back but only going farther,
Purposeful, yet purposeless,
Bending the world with pure will,
They lived, nay, existed with a freedom that was real,
Impossibly breaking out of the cocoon of mortality.
How was I to cast off the chains?
Where would I find the key to the lock?
The strength to jump that high,
The strength to jump that high and not look down.
Where were life’s secrets hidden?
Looking inside me,
Searching my very soul,
I found all I needed.
It was enlightenment.
In addition to mundane senses,
I saw what was real.
Using pure will, I cut the cocoon.
The chains vanished into nothingness,
I decided to be a star.
I was now master of myself,
Time had no power over me,
For I controlled it with pure will.
I was free, unbound, to use mundane language.
Not looking down onto the cocoon,
For I had evolved,
I was more than human.
Looking forward, I could not stop going farther.
I was higher than everything else,
God could not hear me,
For I went higher than he.
My experience now transcended language.
For humanity,
I left this manuscript in the cocoon,
To try and give,
A rare glimpse of the sky.  
 

Home

The sun was only just beginning to rise when I awoke. I rolled over onto my side and blinked blearily out the van window, wondering where we’d arrived this morning. Ruyard had promised he’d gt all of us somewhere where we could all be safe, but after 5 days on the road, even Margaret, the most trusting of all out family (or, what was left of it) was beginning to ask questions.

There were no questions now. My breath caught in my throat as the early morning rays touched the tops of trees and the edge of green hillsides, bathing everything my eye could see in a whispered warmth and promise underlying this land.

This was going to be our home now. I could feel it in the thrumming of my heart, the soul of this place resonating within me a deep, wordless song of welcome. Welcome home, the sky seems to be singing, as it changed from pearl grey to lilac to peach. Welcome home, whispered the hills, as fog wrapped itself tenderly around its green feet.

As the day slowly awoke, so did my sisters, and I watched as each of them saw the vista that awaited us, as I saw the tension, the stress, the fear and the worry fall off their shoulders. And the new dawn tinged the edges of our hair golden and warmed our pale skin in the welcoming caress of a place we knew, from now till the end of our days, would be where we could belong. Where we could be safe, be happy, be free – where we would be Home.

 

This was a response to a prompt I saw on tumblr, (x) so the image isn’t mine. Now that my exams are almost over, I think I’ll finally have the brainspace free to be able to write again. And with my impending trips overseas, I’m sure there’ll be no shortage of subject matter. After years of essays and corrections and structures, it’s prompts like these that really allow for creativity and expression to realy flourish – no pressure, no expectations, no time frame. Just an idea. And just (as well) a few songs, twirling idly around my head, like the refrain of a calliope, only just within earshot. You know it, you feel it, but it doesn’t…blare, or anything like that. Welcome Home by Radical Face, and Home by Phillip Phillips were the ones I was thinking of, can you guess why? 😛

It’s funny, so much of me is defined by my desire to get out, to fly and see everything there is to see in the world – but on the other hand, I think I’m beginning to see the importance of having a consolidated home. Home is…sanctuary and security and roots and a roof above your head that you can count on – and most importantly, filled with the people I love. But I’ve already traversed too much of the world to love people in only one place. And I’m far from finished, as far as traversing goes 😉
So I guess…we shall let time, the smoother of stones and the harbringer of everything’s end – and every new beginning – to show, and to tell, what will ultimately be.