Posted tagged ‘God’

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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Deep Thoughts, Too Late

May 24, 2010

The dirt must have been dry at some point,

Or they wouldn’t have been able to dig the grave,

Wouldn’t it have slid right back in?

Rolled like a toppling bus on a sloped hillside,

Delivering it’s passengers to their final destination

With or without pressing their Oyster card against the electronic reader,

Thoughts thunder, reverberating against the lined wood surroundings.

I went with a fight and still I fight now,

I want to wake up.

I only wanted to sleep for one night,

But time passed and arrived at my bedside,

My rage unbridled now my soul is on its way away,

I am alive only with anger, livid with my hands, with all of me,

But above all my gormless heart that refuses silence and peace.

A man sat in pain until he could no longer resist the urge to change his situation. He wanted rest, needed rest, craved rest.

He took a sleeping pill, it didnt work.

He took a sleeping pill, it didnt work.

He took a sleeping pill, it didnt work.

He took a sleeping pill, it didnt work.

Soon the pill bottle lay empty, but for the cotton wool.

Sleep came, the pain eased, then came the realisation that death had been invited and had arrived.

© Simon Bucknor

The Last Time I Fell In Love

May 9, 2010

Have you ever booked an appointment,

To hear the wind blow?

I have,

I had to book online and await a reply,

I felt like a fool, but the thought was fun,

So I waited and waited for my reply to come.

To my surprise, I did and it did too,

‘Your appointment has been confirmed,

Please enjoy’,

I had a time, date and venue,

Along with a health and safety brief,

Was told what to bring,

And what I wouldn’t need.

Excitement hit me hard and fast,

Like a baseball in the chest,

I prepared myself for days that felt like years,

Patiently waiting,

And with waiting my time soon arrived.

I turned up at an office,

Which looked to me much like open space,

I had been told to sit in the shadow of the brightest tree

And try to lose my weight,

Confused, just a touch,

I sat, sunk, leaned back and rested my weary frame.

As if from inside my own soul,

The sky opened and called my name.

It said, ‘The wind will be with you shortly,

Please do not be alarmed

Enjoy your experience,

Any problems simply raise your arm’

With that there was an enjoyable silence,

As if the world’s spinning had stopped,

The wind blew and I heard,

Each undulating ripple, every majestic movement,

I heard and it comforted me,

Bringing with it sounds of the near and far east,

And the song of the sparrows nesting in the trees,

It was a beautifully full moment.

Complete.

My appointment was over,

The wind moved on to its next client,

And as I rose to my feet

With a replenished peace and a new found infatuation with the wind,

Life’s other sounds engulfed me,

The screams, the cries, the ills, the dreams crushed by misguided realties,

I trudged home with this din seeking a home in me,

And booked another appointment to hear the wind blow

So I can retake my place with my new love in the shadow of the brightest tree.

Simple Foolish Wishes

January 25, 2010

Van Gogh had the right idea,

O how I wish for deafness,

Not to be confused with silence,

So that words evoked by the passions of this world

Pass me by

Unharmed,

In a state of peaceful remorse,

In communication with my lord.

© Simon Bucknor