Category: Experiences

• Tribute

  A doorway, an opening, a way out
  A place where echoes are lost
  Where the sun kisses the horizon;
  the clouds whisper dreams the breeze carried in
  Where eloquence conveys intricacies with simplicity
  A cave for the coward and podium for the pompous
  Allowing the dreamer to fly, the heartbroken to cry
  and the madman to die.
  The poem.

  Mar 21, 2014

  cheese, poetry, thoughts, tribute, worldpoetryday

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• Forgotten

  How sad the way it fades
  Once cherished moments
  Once inseparable
  Once at one

  So it is and so it remains
  An insignificance of history
  A blot, barely a mark in time
  Its last breath lost in the breeze

  Yet in every breeze I recall you
  In its chill I feel your embrace
  Arms I cannot remember
  Hands I’ve long forgotten

  Mar 5, 2014

  lost, love, memory, reminisce

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• Unmasked

  To a fanfare and a cheer
  Comes the pinnacle of this parade
  Dressed in his fineries
  Please welcome
  The king of the masquerade

  Revered and respected
  A fine spectacle indeed
  Each act evokes,
  All you could ask
  All you could need

  Admiration for the mask
  The man, merely its stage
  Honest eyes hidden,
  Within the shadows of charade

  Yet the audience assumes
  The audience wants more
  But the show must end
  The mask slips to the floor

  Mar 5, 2014

  experience, Life, persona

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• When I’m old

  Walking tall, slick hair glistening
  Spouting pretence like everyone is listening

  A peacock a strutting fool
  Professing though still at school

  Riding on charisma and a smile
  Substance is only for abuse
  It’s all about style

  But one day the words fail
  And all assurances grow stale

  Tired eyes replace the sleaze
  Gasping for air,
  too many trees

  When all that I am has gone
  When every ounce is sold
  Promise me one thing
  Still be my girl when I’m old.

  Feb 3, 2014

  love, old, youth

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• Monday morning rush hour

  Peer beneath the veneer and
  the queue is a battle line
  Shakespearean finesse fuelled actors
  A chorus of soliloquy
  Pinstripe suits or
  down trodden trolls
  Makes no matter
  The doors open for all

  Jan 21, 2014

  London, London underground

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• No man’s land

  Sipping the devils juice, his existence is far from real to me
  Legends of faith, warriors of God its all just so surreal to me

  I followed the same passages how did i get lost along the way?
  When I needed help, I was told to kneel and pray

  My complexion is perplexing, which shade is my own?
  Stand with whites, stand with browns or do I stand alone?

  Lies are my comfort, they hold the world above my shoulders
  Inevitably they will kill me, their weight bears down like boulders

  Smiles of my loved ones and harmony in my mind
  One or the other since both I’ll never find

  I don’t know who I am, I don’t know where to stand
  I relate to one yet belong to another. I am no man’s land.

  Jan 11, 2014

  identity, race, religion

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• Something new

  Wandering eyes
  search for something new
  Flashing lights bathed in sound
  It’s time to see this through

  Ask for a hand
  And steal a heart
  Sense a smile, grasp the rhythm
  It’s a time to seize, a time to start

  Drink in the fantasy
  Feel it begin to cure
  All the pain that lay beneath
  Lose it in her allure

  Take a step to the left
  And hold her to your right
  Breathe in the dream
  Surrender to the night

  Come dawn
  Wandering eyes search for something new
  For all the dreams the night before
  I always wake up without you

  Jan 9, 2014

  dating, lost love, love

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• Greenland Dock

  The docks sit in silence
  Or so it may seem
  A majestic black sage in the setting sun

  Solace is in surplus among these cold waters
  Each ripple bargaining peace for a thought
  Voices lost, their memories drowned
  Man-made grief washed up on man-made shores

  This body is a lie, a deception
  Look into this abyss and forget

  Jan 9, 2014

  docks, London, peace, thames, thoughts

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