The Mirror

Let me hold this mirror up to you

For the God-willing chance you might finally see through

The beasts who play tricks on your almond eyes

And blacken your beauty with their beastly lies

 

Prey girl, won’t you please look into the glass

If it’s the one last thing of you I now ask

As the faces you see, they are not your own

Nor are the sins they reflect, yours to atone

 

What would be if you broke their stare?

Who would you see if their faces weren’t there?

 

Perhaps you’re afraid of what will remain

When there’s no-one left inside that frame

But an empty outline of a hollow face

Whose empty features you cannot trace

 

Just keep looking dear girl, and don’t look away

If you want that line to be filled in someday

For the mirror’s eyes, they are yours to see

And the mirror’s heart, well that’s yours to beat.

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Photo: Who do you see?

 

The Master of My War

The man standing watch at the door to my dreams

Does little to veto our guests

And so snakes and cracked planes are ushered on in

To a house of chronic unrest

 

He unwinds in the room where I cannot sleep

There, indifferent to my escape

When he knows that he’ll prosper regardless of whether

My dreams live in slumber or wake

 

He’s the lens to the eyes that unshut to my day

Spreading veils across all who pass

And while from beneath some may smile, to me they beguile

Hidden guns aimed straight for my stars

 

Try as I might to shield their light

It’s me against a battalion

Of belittling hisses and venomous kisses

That send me to oblivion

 

Still, there’s solace in the one who never brings me peace

He, the master of my war

Who, to my despairing cries commands that I

Must do better and be more

 

Did I choose the thoughts he blares in my head?

Or are his the only I can hear?

Then, I’ll take the love that I know – the one in my shadow

So I’m not alone with my fear

The Scream
Photo: The most damaging wars ravage us from the inside

In the Rose Garden

I have a little secret

That I’d like to share with you

For when your will is beat and bruised

And stained in stormy blue

 

Take a stroll in this here garden

And at once you’ll be beguiled

By the two resplendent roses

Who are blooming at the aisle

 

Breathe in their vital fragrance

It’s a scent of tickled cheer

A most sweetening reminder

That all is well in here

 

See how their splendid petals

Weave like lovely threads of lace

A show for the eyes that beauty lies

In understated grace

 

And to touch these silky flowers

Is to get a tender hug

That wraps around the body

Like a cosy cashmere rug

 

Still, these roses they’re robust

And their thorns they can endure

Despite bullies, bugs and other thugs

Their stems remain secure

 

I hear you ask, how do I know

Of these jewels our roses yield

Well, I’ve sat here in this garden

And felt how much they heal

 

I’ve seen them sway in tandem

Their leaves brushing with the breeze

In a tranquil dance of true romance

They move as one with ease

 

I’ve heard their floral whispers

Those shared in tender jest

By lovers who are grateful that

Together they laugh best

 

I’ve watched how both have wilted

And the other’s sacrificed

Their repository of rain drops

To revive the other’s life

 

I marvel at this garden

How she radiates today

Because we’ve all been bundled

In a Jules and James bouquet

 

So now you know my secret

It’s too precious not to share

The abundant love I feel because

Of these two roses rare

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Photo: A poem written and performed at the wedding of my beloved roses, Julka and James, who live their lives and their love in full bloom, always.

And There You Are

I scurried across the ocean hoping to find me

Certain I couldn’t be found where I had been

Swimming my way through a torrent of skies

I assigned to each lap a wilful cutting of ties

And the farther I flew from the breast of my home

The deeper I believed I’d come into my own

But as sure as the night that’s dressed in stars

So too shall we be wherever we are

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Photo: Blatantly obvious to see. Brutally difficult to live.

To Dwell on Dreams

I thought I saw you look my way

Or do my eyes deceive me again today?

Their lusting gaze are transfixed on the haze

That thickens in tandem with truth’s decay

 

I see you dancing in the lofty clouds

In the realm of dreams where I’m not allowed

And it pains me so, to inherently know

That the essence of you is just a shroud

 

For perilous apparitions

That won’t come to fruition

Because the deeper I dive, the lesser alive

I am to my earthly ambitions

 

Despite myself, I still look to the blue

Up above reason to where I see you

And from there in your bliss, you blow me a kiss

Which plagues me to think you might feel it too

 

For my eyes are spent and my neck is sore

I must not deny where I am anymore

Among the grass and the trees, who are ever at ease

Being wedded to this terrestrial floor

 

No, it will not do to dwell on your star

That brightens the higher up there you are

For all that might be, between you and me

I just cannot love from a distance this far

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Photo: It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live

The Stampede

Why, when I’m still

Do I hear a stampede?

 

The wildebeest of peace

They’re charging at me;

A cluster of dusty horns

For as far as the eye can see

 

You tell me,

I must let them pass

They’re to trample on me

If there’s to be quiet at last

 

And why, then,

When I’m in my own

 

Is it a stifling place?

A ghetto of memories

That I cannot erase

And mirrors reflecting

A stifled face

 

I ask, why does the sky

Of what ‘could be’

And the low-hanging fruit

That fall from her tree

Have me so terrified

That they’ll all fall on me?

 

And why. Why

When I walk towards love

Do my feet fumble and flail

 

Across this taut tight rope

Of misguided hope

Or is it a slippery slope?

Because I’m sliding so fast

I just might not cope

 

You tell me to focus

In me, please remain

You repeat this to me

Time and again

Your trust, my girl,

It mustn’t wain

 

Because in the end

It will all be okay

I promise you this

It’s the only way

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Photo: Some days feel like a stampede of dust and horns, but really, it’s just a migration to greener pastures.

A Song for Sophia

If I were to sing a song for Sophia

The notes would flutter about like butterflies

Painting swirls of brilliant colour

That reflect rainbows in her lovely eyes

 

If I were to sing a song for Sophia

The melody would fly her up above the clouds

To a haven of hope that welcomes dreams

Where she’s never told ‘no, you’re not allowed’

 

If I were to sing a song for Sophia

The lyrics would chat to her as if to a friend

Weaving laughter through each eloquent verse

And a truth on which she could always depend

 

If I were to sing a song for Sophia

The drums would beat to the pace of her heart

Comforting her in those echoes of silence

When she feels as though she’s falling apart

 

If I were to sing a song for Sophia

The instruments would each sound with perfect precision

Not one chime would be out of time

Her life, a symphony of a happy vision

 

If I were to sing a song for Sophia

She’d store the recording in the nook of her soul

A tender humming and daily reminder

That she is nothing other than immaculately whole

 

If I were to sing a song for Sophia

We’d do cartwheels to the song that I sang

We’d dance until dawn with eager abandon

Because we are each other’s ying and yang

 

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Photo: In loving someone completely, do we not wish that they dance to their own lifelong melody?