You reap what you sow
Feel the pain of your actions
Or the pleasure
Of a multitude of distractions
You have faith
And dance around the reaper
For the one who gives you certainty
Is most certainly a keeper
You get lost in thought
Hope for a chance
To find some kind of balance
Within your notions of romance
To no avail
It took about sixteen hours to fly from Edinburgh to Hong Kong. Hours spent reading a personal diary that spoke of who he was during his past years in Scotland. The adventures that bordered legality and those that could threaten his freedom, all written by hand and bound in black leather. For him it was a keepsake but it could have been viewed by others as evidence. He knew that it was in his best interest to destroy it but there was an old sense of justice that lurked in the back of his mind. A voice from a younger self saying that everyone should be held accountable for their actions without exception. His time would come and that day the whole truth should be set free and so he kept the diary as it was the only record of that period of his life.
Upon arrival in Kong, a smartly lady dressed in white met him at the airport. She was expecting him but she was not expected. As she stepped out in front of him to announce her presence he side stepped her to meet his scheduled rendez-vous while mentally noting the face for future reference. She did of course resurface at several points during the making of his new life asking him to get in to a taxi. One day, after she had ceased appearing for three years, she turned up once more. He got in to the taxi and was never heard of again but the diary. The diary was in different hands.
Love me
Hate me
See if I care
There is no burden
That can’t be shared
I’ll carry you
If you fall
But I won’t let you fall
Be just
Hold trust
And play fair
There is nothing in life
Too hard to bare
I’ll pick you up
When you are down
But I won’t let you fall
There needs to be more than a spark to start a fire for the flame needs fuel. Now the fuel you choose could become a blaze that consumes you or one that keeps you warm when the world turns cold. The right choice lays in the why you desire the flame in the first place.
Tempered temper
I walk away
Leaving you
With your absent god
I kept my word
I always do
For no one forgives
One with no lord
Memories in lights
Defined by shadows
Those city streets
Where only few go
Where solace is found
Far from the crowds
A haven of silence
Where dreams find their flow
A light burning bright
Late in to the night
Shining down
On fingers and keys
An opening door
For the soul to explore
Where dreams are refined
Before they’re set free
Create
She said
Be more, be better
Aspire to inspire
With line and with letter
Forever can form
In the dreams
In the hearts
If you mold their souls
And teach them your art
Draw a pattern in the sand
Then wait for the tide
Let the waves wash away
All that’s felt deep inside
Then walk
Walk off the thoughts
The lessons you learned
The yearning for something
You feel like you earned
For nothing is due
And nothing is just
And nothing is all
You leave in the dust
So dig in your fingers
And pull out the pain
Let the waves wash you clean
And embrace what remains
For all that is left
Holds all you can be
As those lines in the sand
Drift far out to sea
I am the beholder
I know beauty lies
Between perception
Deception
And emotional ties
With war paint for bad skin
A knife for the flesh
A filter for photos
And a hand to the chest
To hide the glass heart
With low self esteem
The hideous child
Who wants to be queen
Yet under the artifice
That face of a clone
Is a broken human
Empty and alone
A long shining black feather floated down from the heavens as the bard strolled in to a clearance in the ancient forest. He watched it sway and gently land on deep green grass as he approached with a casual strut. Picking it up he examined it quickly from left to right then dug deep in to his pocket, pulled out a small knife and sliced a nib in to the shaft. Then, holding it aloft he said:
“With you I shall write about your greatest adventure!”
