Where has the time gone…
Well it is 2010 and as I sit here pondering where 2009 went I have just realized that I turn 40 in a few months. I don’t feel 40…I still have vivid memories of ages long since gone and the thought of reaching this milestone is a bit odd.
Don’t get me wrong i am not upset or dreading it. i am more surprised by how quickly it has arrived. So much experienced in 40 short years and hopefully more to come.
Girl.
I know a girl,
Who throws her heart out to the world,
To spread the love she holds.
I know a lass,
Who’s as fragile as glass,
But still stands against the waves.
I know a soul,
Wiser than just old,
Who wants to give her song.
I know a woman,
Who planted flowers as she ran,
Across the fields of this land.
I know a girl,
Who when her smile curls,
Makes me smile with her too.
Today was the day I died…
Today was the day I died,
I watched as friends cried.
I felt the pain I made,
As my soul started to fade.
I drifted up into sky,
On pure white wings I fly.
Above the clouds I went,
Til my journey spent.
I saw those pearly gates,
I stood quietly to wait.
I saw old Peter come,
I heard the angels hum.
He opened his book and read,
“Who are you?” he said.
“I am Paul,” I replied.
He seemed to let out a sigh,
“You are not dead.”
And I awoke in my bed.
A dream of fancy flight,
Not true this very night.
I turned and fell from bed,
Took a nasty bump to the head…
Today was the day I died,
I watched as friends cried…
I think the image speaks well for itself.Sliver of Light.
Once upon a time,
In a world far away,
In a corner of that room,
In the quiet of the day.
There stood a boy alone,
Shielded from the sun,
Left without a touch,
A faded constellation.
The brightness of a child,
Lost in veiled ignorance,
A smile from one so dear,
Nothing more than a nuisance.
But if the door was opened,
To let some light in,
The boy could be much more,
Allowing what’s trapped within.
So let’s end this tale,
With some hope for all.
A dream of something started,
To slow mankind’s fall.
For all it takes is a sliver,
Of light to shine inside.
To show a boy the way,
Let light be his guide.
I see you there, deep within,
Locked up tight,
For safety’s sake.
I see you fight,
For your delights,
Through the innocent Jeckyl…
Your taste for blood is misunderstood,
Your passions…perhaps misplaced.
You live for moments and anarchy,
To satiate your growing needs.
Your glaring eyes and rotting teeth,
Your hairy hands and dark heart beneath.
You flex your mind,
To be unkind.
To men and women alike.
Those eyes are dark,
A foul mistake,
In a simple madman’s potion.
And now you lurk,
In pitch of dark,
To live out one madman’s fantasy.
So I must ask,
Please do confide.
What say you?
…..Mr Hyde.
