Posted tagged ‘Help’

Wait

February 15, 2016

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Disregarded,

Reduced

Shut down

Disappointed

Let Go

Unvalued

Invisible

Untouched

Uncared for

Silent

Cold

Confused

Tired

Worn out

Weary

Scared

Uncomfortable

Too used to this madness

Not alone but very alone

Single

Complicated

Did I do all this to myself

With the touch that so many desire

Did I cause myself to stand by the rivers bank

In the midst of the flood

And expect my feet to remain on solid ground

As mud slides from beneath the concreted street

Falling away leaving devastation

Space,

Wait…

I thought space was a blessing,

A high value commodity,

Yet I stand in Space,

Not alone but alone

In awkward silence, smiles and a muddle happiness

Wondering how ‘Wait’ – one word, with so little to it,

Has meant so much.

 

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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

Growth is Key

December 6, 2011

Branching  out is something that is on my mind right now, in so many ways.

The truth behind the words

Branching Out is not just about taking over..

Branching out (or Reaching out or whatever term you prefer to use) in terms of growing and diversifying, in terms of using ‘I Release Me’ to do just that and not just poetry verse, in terms of enlarge my territory, in terms of my diet ventures, in terms of all I am and everything I am doing.

It is going to be a very interesting period as it seems in this very moment, the majority of the western democratic world is attempting to do the same thing…No not branching out, but tightening their belts and reaching out a whole let less. When, in my humble view, that’s the worst thing we could do. It makes total sense to me that actions made in fear, because of fear, dripping in fear like a soggy oil lade banana fritter from a grimy Chinese restaurant are FLAWED like a cheap diamond!

My current hope is that we can begin see just a little more reaching out in every community across society – from London to L.A, From Milton Keynes to Marrakech, from those who can have the ability to really reach out with purpose, with powerful and enduring arms and hearts that can bring about impacting outcomes. And really show how  what I consider to be an unerring fact ……. true humanity is point-blank un-defeatable, not by inept politicians, not by economic or emotional depression, not by a credit-crunch and definitely not by the fear of lack or a fear of what tomorrow may bring.

Growth is Key, TRUE – It is also true that to grow, we must Reach Out. I know there is a season for everything, a time for every action to take place, I just hope that especially as the holiday season draws in, we can see a little more Reaching Out by all – from prince to pauper because it doesn’t take much and has nothing to do with finance. Smile at a stranger and then do the unthinkable…talk to them for 10 seconds – say anything, Check on someone you know needs checking on, call your friend and let them know you were thinking of them, End a feud with a colleague, bring to an end a relationship that just isn’t working (don’t blame anyone, even if they deserve it), be honest with yourself and talk to someone about how often you cry in the dark – Do anything that  grows your world because GROWTH IS KEY.

My reaching out is a simple as this – I am going to write something about my thought, just to release it so it can be as powerful as it desires to be. I Release Me and hope that it encourages someone to do something, to release a little of themselves – Reach Out.

Simon D. Bucknor

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

Help

February 5, 2010

It is in the quiet times

Of distress and solitude

That I need my solitude eroded

By another, by you

Whose arms are stronger than mine own.

When it is my face that cannot be seen,

Childishly squeezing my eyes tight

So that I am hidden in a youthful ignorance

I need to be discovered,

Rescued, taken to your safe place.

It is in the times of silent surrender

I need my shield and sword

Held high by someone, by another

Whose heart is less damaged,

Less resistant to healing than mine own.

When I am seen only as a shadow,

When I am too far gone,

When I can no longer scream

Nor wave my hands to attract your attention.

When, my words become drowned in tears

And the paint from the walls speckle the blood on my fists,

When my knees are tucked under my chin

My head hung under the weight of my life

When my feet will not bring me to your door

My phone won’t dial itself

My email won’t automatically read my mind

And send out a flare that will bring you running

When I am in these unchartered caves

And the level of the water is rising

And death draws near

I need you.

If you can see me when no one else can,

Hearing my burdens crush my spine

When my lips are unmoving

In these times of silent surrender

I need you

For you are my only help.

If it is too late,

You alone will know.

You won’t see my face,

Nor hear the murmurs of my mouth,

My scent will be a mere memory

I will have needed you,

And my need will have passed you by.

It is in this forever silence

That you will realise

You watched my demise.

© Simon Bucknor

05/02/10