Posted tagged ‘ambition’

Shine

July 28, 2012

My name rings out with every step

Yet my lips are closed and my smile reigns

I glow with a brilliance delivered to the world with every step,

Yet words are unspoken,

My eyes show you a world of revealed mystery

In silence that holds you close,

For I know who I am,

I am adorned with my dreams and my drive,

My flag, my raised standard, waving in the still breeze, my skin,

And I will turn to attention for nothing less than my name being announced,

With pride, passion and honour,

For that i will arise and enter into your world,

Until then I am alive and ablaze in a world where I know my worth,

My name, my soul, my heart, my heritage,

My history, my family, my hopes, my passion,

I shine with the knowledge of who I am,

That is what you see when you are arrested by the power of my spirit as I pass you,

As you see me,

Mention me in conversation,

Read my heart in black and white,

Hear soul sweet melodies floating from my fingers,

Simply because I know the power of knowing who I am,

I shine

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Recipe for peace

January 5, 2011

Step 1
Take one minute and allow time to think
Of how so many lives, as ships have begun to sink
Allow your mind to see ways forward
Don’t worry about the obstacles and please don’t be cautious
Take your thoughts and allow them to simmer
Allow a tear to drop silently for every life that’s light has become dimmer
Mix ‘tear’ and ‘thoughts’ with ‘a plan’
And leave to stand
You will now it is ready when it resembles a strong message.

Step 2
Take ‘jump’, ‘into’ & ‘action’, and mix
Shape mixture into bite-sized pieces and put to one side

Step 3
Take one man or woman and open their mouth
Put in it the bite-sized ‘action’ pieces and the prepared strong message, but do not close
You will need their mouth open for them to take it to both the north and the south

Step 4
Repeat steps 1 – 3 until Peace begins rising.

Staring Out To Sea

February 25, 2010

I exist on an island,

Standing on the shore staring out to sea.

My gaze yearns to excite,

With the sight of an exit in which my heart’s hopes can believe.

Who can I run to?

Where can I turn?

Who can withstand the heat?

Feels like my attempts cause all bridges to spontaneously burn.

Where can I go,

To get what I need?

How can I fool my tongue,

So it’s unparalleled power it believes?

Where can I be heard?

Where can I be helped?

Who can I really run to?

‘Cos my story I’m desperate to tell.

Whose ears work the best?

Who’s linked their ears to a caring heart?

Where can I go to mend myself?

Can I battle the feeling that it’s too late to start?

I’ve tried so many times,

I reach out but see only my own hand

Who’s going to be there to meet me?

When I step off my insular island

I cannot continue to try and fail,

To speak into ears that don’t show they hear,

To reach out and find that still no one’s there,

Increasingly feeling that no one truly cares.

But I will remain set on my question mark and be led by my eyes,

Their movement I feel within me and without, they’re still searching,

My heart and head redundant, tired, spent

Somewhere there must be a place where my hurt can find the beginning of its end.

When I find that person, when I find that place,

When I find that moment, that feeling, that no pain can chase away,

This Island that I stand on the shore of will be an immediate fading memory,

And I will raise my sails, ride the waves and enjoy the prevailing winds of change.

© Simon Bucknor

And So It Begins…

January 22, 2010

The winter is colder than I remember,

It has shown it has teeth this year,

And sunken them in to all of me I have no cover for,

It is in this time,

When all who have slipped and fallen,

Have risen,

Some with anger, others with the smile of internal embarrassment,

Now walk with recovered esteem,

That I begin again,

With hope in my heart

And my cards falling away from the once tight grip

Closely pulled in to my thick warm knitted jumper

Covering me wholly,

Safely,

Protecting me from the dangers I now open myself to,

Freely and willingly,

With my eyes fixed on a sight,

Way in the distance,

As if I am gazing at tomorrows setting sun today,

I am no longer protected,

I release me,

And so it begins.

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Simon Bucknor 2010