Mindscape

How to not think you a poem,
When your words give rhyme to uncertainties?
How to not think you a song,
When you harmoniously resonate through the mind?
How to not think you a bird,
When you fly unencumbered by life's gravity?
How to not think you nature's fury,
When like a gale you stir the soul?

How to not think you?

 
 
 
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Reflecting

You were my 'first', my best. I never knew unconditional love until you came along. I shared all my deepest secrets, you never told anyone. You listened when I was upset, never once interrupted and kept the same knowing smile on your face always. We shared my bed every night and snuggled close through the best and worst days. You kept me warm and comforted, and always loved me back.

Every day was fun. We knew it couldn't last, that the world wasn't made for us to be together long. And when the day came that I had to let you go, cast you aside, I think you knew why. You came into my life for a reason and were a huge part of who I became. And although we've long since parted, please always remember.
You were the best teddy bear a boy could ever ask for.

I've heard some intense things this past week, so my mind's taking a break here for a while. We all lose our innocence in life, some lost it too soon. This is for you.

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If you want to make a difference don't move mountains, move people.



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The Music Man

I hope this doesn't bum you guys out too much, but I've been going through some of my older writing (back to Grade One actually) and came across this piece.

When I was younger a friend of our family passed away from cancer. I didn't know him extremely well, that is to say I don't remember a lot about him now except he was taken too soon, as always seems the case.

Peter was a gentle family man, a musician who loved to sing and play guitar with his band. I wrote this a week before my 22nd birthday; it was really for his entire family but inspired by the emptiness I saw in his young daughter's eyes. I've always found writing to be therapeutic; I guess I wrote this to help me deal with seeing her like that, which if I'm honest upset me even more than his passing.


The Music Man

The music man appears on stage
The song begins to play,
The night burns on, each note each page
We know he's here to stay.

The people seemed happy for the chance
To watch him for a while
I felt his warmth shine as I danced
And saw it in his smile.

But tonight the stage is silent
The singer's now at rest,
There was one song yet to be played
And God made His request.

And now your eyes seem lifeless
As I look at you through mine,
A deep and dark cold emptiness
But a little light still shines.

For though he gave you love in life
And taught you how to care,
He brought some of the love you learned
To hold onto up there.

I still can hear his music;
In his music was his heart.
So if you can think of him and sing
You'll never be apart.

And though I know he left too soon
Please be strong my friend,
Because however beautiful the tune
Every song must end.




God Bless, Peter.



   

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Colours

                                               

Greet dawn's break with stormy eyes.
Heart pounding,
Mind restless, and wild.

Throughout the night
Memories of The One
Held you captive in their grasp, relentless.
Like a book you can't put down,
Or the forever echo of a lover's beckon
On a fire escape at midnight.

But memories cannot be held nor protected.
They run like watercolours in the rain
Bleeding into one another
Until they're left unrecognizable, distorted and dark.

Perhaps the answer lay
Not in struggling to preserve
These most precious of moments
But in our ability
To paint each day anew.
 
 


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Shelter

A thunderous cry from the Heavens

Its wrath pours down upon us,

Eager to devour.

With no place to seek refuge

We’re gripped in its deluge.

Exposed.

Strip away your soaked apparel

I’ll hold every inch of you against me.

Envelop you in my arms,

Warm your skin upon mine,

And be your shelter

Until the storm’s pass.

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Siren Song

For you who have been affected by words of those you've never met.


Siren Song


You came one night
On moonlight’s breath
A gem that shone your name.
Captured me,
With brushstroked words
And set my soul’s canvas aflame.

A painter of pictures
Through eloquent prose
Recount passions burning so strong.
To these words I surrendered
As for me you sang
A beckoning Siren Song.

How ironic this beast
Which exhales cyber glow,
My resolve it tramps and defies,
Would send one as you
To set comfort’s stage
So to discover myself
Through your eyes.

I'll slip off this fabric
That veils me from the rest
My heart before you I'll bare
Our eyes not to meet
In defiance I ask
To reveal your Self as you dare.

Sketch your mind's portrait
With wind-weathered chalk
Wonder if this will last, for how long.
Still my soul answers freely
And forever it seems
To your beckoning Siren Song.



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