beyond

Things in the dark eventually come to light

Souls burdened by the body, in death take flight

As the sun exists the day emerges from the night

The blind can see through their heart's benevolent sight

In as much as fear holds, hope can still remain

It is the ember in the coals needing only a breath to flame

Holding on to the past can only doom to cycles of thought insane

Remember you were born to be more than you are, remember you can break the chains

We are flesh and spirit 

On a journey to edify our souls

For this is only a beginning 

There is more to unfold

Change

Change comes to us in many forms.

Both consciously and unconsciously.

We live it, it doesn't just happen to us.

We are change, by our very existence.

And that is in itself a powerful realization.

For some of us believe that the world happens to us, that life happens to us.

But by our being, collectively the world and the universe unfolds.

And the manner in which we live; through our thoughts, words and deeds, determines how we contribute to change.

Death is inevitable and unpredictable, but we have a choice over how we live through all of our actions.

You can either be selfish and take, or generous and give.

And in giving you can either do so positively or negatively.

So it is up to you, what kind of change are you going to be?

How are you going to define your destiny? 

Return Myself to Me

I'm biding my time here

God helps those who help themselves

but I fear helping myself too much

contriving the coincidence to touch

only to build a blight to make me fall

further away from you angel

when I've fallen so much already

Should I really draw myself closer though?

I don't think I'm worthy of you

You are already being

and I am building myself to be

Someone alot more whole

Someone alot more free

I'm refining myself

because I am not enough

I once was someone who you might see

I once was someone so free

a spirit who danced upon waves of light

A poet who wrote under the stars of night

I could lay upon the ground

and speak to the earth

and the trees would hear me

and the winds would blow

such balance existed once

but I lost myself, I lost the pieces

Now I'm figuring out

the reasons for why I stopped believing

I know I'll return myself to me

hopefully you might still be there to see

Hide

I don't love you
I'm not sure whether I can
I'm warmed by all of your beauty
But this is as close as I'll stand

Just an arm's length away
Our hands ready to touch
I smile looking into your eyes
But my heart hesitates and whispers 
"this may be too much"

So I withdraw and recede
Pulling back like the waters of the tide
I leave the shores of what we can be barren
Within the unborn crests of the churning ocean of my soul 
I hide

Impatience

I feel within  me
the urge to say 
words which this being can't seem to contain

A restless breeze rustles and swirls
tangles and curls
the chords that connect to my mind and my voice

Yet I restrain myself
for fear and doubt
stand on the scale with courage and faith
caution and the past asks me to wait

Passion and reason
dance within me  to see who may endure
what race is this? 
my soul meditates whilst all this goes on
time passes and this impatience 
seems like a thirst that cannot be quenched

For two souls have been introduced
and two minds have met
but my heart knows not hers
and I will dare not suppose 

Thus what is left
but for the unknown to brought to life
for the chains to be cast off
for this emotion to once again know
anothers light 

I Let Her Go

I have her
or have I
my eyes closed
and my soul it knows
my heart has it's doubts
but hopes despite the dark clouds
that once were around

she is not mine to possess
with her I've been blessed

I can trust to let go
let faith guide
and God being in my soul will show

I can trust this world to show
the universe knows

with her it's effortless
being just flows

I have fears
But I care

I let her go

Of the Night and Her

She didn’t see the men in front of her who were waiting.

They didn’t matter yet, or that was that she let them believe.

The flow of her walk exuded a sensuality that set the tone for the night, 

for when they looked at her they saw not a dancer 

but a goddess of her own body, her own being.

And they were weak as soon as they rest their eyes upon her,

she had control, 

and she was completely clothed

.....…..almost.

She was of East Indian decent, about 5’ 4”, 

her make-up already on but for the night it was simple: 

dark mascara around her eyes, 

and lipstick which was the colour of a rosé wine. 

On her face she wore no smile, no emotion for that matter.  

Her hair was shoulder length, black with hints of brown. 

The fragrance of her perfume was strong, but enchanting, 

following her and dancing around her like a spirit from her body, 

enticing, 

seductive,

perfect.

What she wore when she came in was all black to her brown complexion. 

A loose t-shirt that hung from one shoulder and she wore no bra, 

for I could have seen the form of her nipples in the way it rested upon her chest.

Her arms were strong, yet her hands seemed gentle in the way she held her handbag.

Moving down her torso, I could see the tone of her muscles, 

no fat on her tummy and when she turned around her top was short,

revealing two dimples on her lower back. 

She wore black leggings which seemed to reflect the light around 

with ever step she made. 

All the muscles of her thighs, 

her buttocks, 

her calves were also very well toned, 

as good as any dancers',

smooth graceful curves.

The slippers on her feet were also black, and her toes were polished with the same cream pink cutex I saw on her hands. 

All of this I saw, and I observed.

Never had I seen a woman like this, 

but she had so many parts of ones that I’d known before.

The goddess of her temple, 

divine and human, 

yet, I knew she had a past, all of us do. 

And I was curious to know, 

but I could not take the risk to pursue

……..or could I?