POETRY
These poems are a living expression of my inner work. I offer them to you as a glimpse of my process towards radical self-acceptance, healing, and growth.
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Two Leaves
Can’t Quite Express
Dear Little Part Of Me
Monkey Mind
Eyes
Seed
Trippin
Blessed With Life’s Baggage
My Shadow Bleed Ink
Forever Cursed To Sing
Burn These Pages
Lifeblood
Uncontainable By The Bondage Of Words
The Derelict
The Cave
Pathology & Perversion
Music Of The Ever Present Moment
To Purchase The Moon
I Find Myself
Erotic Poetry
pathology and perversion
let’s go on an excursion
exploring pathology and perversion
where promises conflict with perception
and pleasure is found in aversion
where a moment can stretch into an eon
and an lifetime can vanish into confusion
where attention can dispel the illusion
and uncover the collective delusion
of a world desperate for absolution
yet unable or willing to find a solution
one where corruption and corporate collusion
trump harmony and empathetic inclusion
and the blind acceptance of institution
enables the systematic prosecution
of most every creature of evolution
distracted from their inevitable revolution
by the promise of a shiny substitution
via advertisements of unsustainable consumption
coupled with subliminal thought intrusion
money exchanged for species execution
accept the norm and practice blame diffusion
only to pray as final resolution
desperately hoping to avoid karmic retribution
let’s go on an excursion
exploring pathology and perversion
where promises conflict with perception
and pleasure is found in aversion
where a moment can stretch into an eon
and an lifetime can vanish into confusion
where attention can dispel the illusion
and uncover the collective delusion
of a world desperate for absolution
yet unable or willing to find a solution
one where corruption and corporate collusion
trump harmony and empathetic inclusion
and the blind acceptance of institution
enables the systematic prosecution
of most every creature of evolution
distracted from their inevitable revolution
by the promise of a shiny substitution
via advertisements of unsustainable consumption
coupled with subliminal thought intrusion
money exchanged for species execution
accept the norm and practice blame diffusion
only to pray as final resolution
desperately hoping to avoid karmic retribution
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This poem is inspired by the book, ‘How To Write Evocative Poetry’.
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maybe
maybe i’m not shy
or introverted
or defective
or broken
or any of the other put downs
my mind likes to offer up
maybe
just maybe
i am exactly who i needed to be
to survive
cautious
careful
considerate
maybe i learnt
to look before i leap
to consider all possibilities
to be sure before allowing myself to relax
maybe that negative voice
only speaks of the version of me
that has his guard up
maybe
just maybe
if you get to know me
if you wait long enough
if you earn my trust
maybe then
i’ll let you in
maybe then
you will see
who i really am
maybe i’m not shy
or introverted
or defective
or broken
or any of the other put downs
my mind likes to offer up
maybe
just maybe
i am exactly who i needed to be
to survive
cautious
careful
considerate
maybe i learnt
to look before i leap
to consider all possibilities
to be sure before allowing myself to relax
maybe that negative voice
only speaks of the version of me
that has his guard up
maybe
just maybe
if you get to know me
if you wait long enough
if you earn my trust
maybe then
i’ll let you in
maybe then
you will see
who i really am
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This poem is from the book, ‘Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul’.
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un-actioned decisions
a man walks
blindfolded and alone
desperately searching for meaning
finding nothing
he cries
and clings to his own broken form
the remnants
of a series of an un-actioned decisions
the only identity left to embrace
nonetheless he smiles
unable to hide the irony
that only now does he finally feel safe
a man walks
blindfolded and alone
desperately searching for meaning
finding nothing
he cries
and clings to his own broken form
the remnants
of a series of an un-actioned decisions
the only identity left to embrace
nonetheless he smiles
unable to hide the irony
that only now does he finally feel safe
About:
The ‘un-actioned decision,’ a concept introduced by a friend to highlight those choices we are forced into making by circumstance, affliction, or fate.
Decisions we can never quite sit with and thus cause friction, pain, resentment, and profound loneliness.
This poem is my attempt at capturing and expressing those emotions that come with walking up to a life where you are now living in the consequences of those un-actioned decisions, and thus are fundamentally not happy and have to fix things from such a state of brokenness.
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This poem is inspired by the book, ‘How To Write Evocative Poetry’.
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beauty of the sea
i closed my eyes to the beauty of the sea
shielding the fragile part of my soul
that still believed
in the childish notion of an untainted moment
as i walked away
i couldn’t help but hear the crash of the waves
nor could i ignore the subtle fragrance
of echoed memories telling stories
of countless days lost and found
of floating
of sun-drenched smiles
of laughter
and of the salty tears of rebellion against a world that was forcing me to leave
i am crying those same tears now
their slow descent down my cheeks
mirroring a life spent running away from itself
too afraid to taste the saltiness of the water
too afraid to feel the sun or hear the waves
and too afraid to cry tears of departure
that i never allow myself to see
the beauty of the sea that is in front of me
i closed my eyes to the beauty of the sea
shielding the fragile part of my soul
that still believed
in the childish notion of an untainted moment
as i walked away
i couldn’t help but hear the crash of the waves
nor could i ignore the subtle fragrance
of echoed memories telling stories
of countless days lost and found
of floating
of sun-drenched smiles
of laughter
and of the salty tears of rebellion against a world that was forcing me to leave
i am crying those same tears now
their slow descent down my cheeks
mirroring a life spent running away from itself
too afraid to taste the saltiness of the water
too afraid to feel the sun or hear the waves
and too afraid to cry tears of departure
that i never allow myself to see
the beauty of the sea that is in front of me
If this poem has resonated with you, I would love your support.
This poem is inspired by the book, ‘How To Write Evocative Poetry’.
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nightmare
the toxic nightmare
the dream that traps you into believing you’re awake
that lets you live your fantasy for just long enough to taste heaven
but not long enough to be satiated
before you are wretched back into reality
by a chiding laugh laced with criticism
for being so gullible as to believe you deserve happiness
let alone a beautiful dream
the toxic nightmare
the dream that traps you into believing you’re awake
that lets you live your fantasy for just long enough to taste heaven
but not long enough to be satiated
before you are wretched back into reality
by a chiding laugh laced with criticism
for being so gullible as to believe you deserve happiness
let alone a beautiful dream
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This poem is from the book, ‘Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul’.
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Candle
I’d like to be able to claim
That none can hold a candle
To your brilliance
But the truth is
They are but mere candles
Before you
Their light
Only blinding
Against darkness
Only blinding
In your absence
I’d like to be able to claim
That none can hold a candle
To your brilliance
But the truth is
They are but mere candles
Before you
Their light
Only blinding
Against darkness
Only blinding
In your absence
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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Once More
Once more
I wake
Finding myself adrift
Lost in thoughts
Of things
That will never happen
That can never happen
An ocean of possibility
Extends in every direction
Yet I fear
Leaving the safety
Of the anchor
Of the known
Once more
I wake
Finding myself both
Aimlessly drifting and unequivocally struck
Chastising myself
For not staying still
For not moving on
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Not Safe
It’s not safe
For me to be alone
But it’s not pleasant
To be in my company
So how can I
Ask for you
To waste this day
Comforting me?
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Modern Day Peasants
You
and I
Are just
Modern day
Peasants
Convinced
By capitalism
To needlessly want
Controlled
By inflation
To pointlessly save
Coerced
By religion
To endlessly argue
The farm
Replaced by a cubicle
The hoe
Replaced by a chair
The grime
Replaced by paperwork
We
Are trapped
Idolizing
Those who escaped
The trap
The very system they now uphold
We devour news
As if we
Have any power
To act on it
Believing
That if we at least know
We will somehow survive
The next apocalypse
Our rulers say
They are protecting us from
We pretend
That the weekend is life
And that our work
Has meaning
We pretend
That we have fulfilled
The dreams
Of our childhood
We pretend
Because if we don’t
We will realize
We are
Modern day peasants
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Nevertheless
I’m scared
Of what your love
Will cause me to
Face about myself
Nevertheless
I’m confident
That your love
Will guide me
Safely through
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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