On.

A day of pieces,
With no releases,
The hope has gone.
This thing goes on.

Glue.

You can keep trying,
Keep turning up,
But it doesn’t mean,
Things have to look up.
You don’t turn up each day,
Just for you.
You turn up for the people,
To whom you are glue.

Dusty

Remember what brings you joy.  Celebrate your joy, your gifts. Honour, make the most of, what you were made for.   Beauty should not be hidden away, For only the few to take joy.  It should be lived every day, by all,Not hidden away in a dusty, privileged, mausoleum.

Your floor.

I can see how you could convince yourself.
Life seeming to roll on as before.
It’s just occasionally you get a reminder,
That there’s nothing solid below your floor.  

Pendulum.

What’s the point in weeping?
It doesn’t change a thing.  
Hold that heavy heart,
As you watch the pendulum swing.

It seemed.

I dared to hope,
Dared to dream.
Enjoyed the moment,
But it’s not all it seemed.

What brings you...

The moments of confidence,
Can leave hours of fear,
Questioning yourself,
Is what brings you here.

What will.

I can not put into words,
What’s passing through my mind.
My thoughts are spinning, dancing.
When I fall, what will I find?

Steady.

There will always be something,
But there’s a tiny shift today.
I hope it grows.
I hope it gets chance to stay.
Dark times are ahead.
I know it,
But am not yet ready.
I need more of this,
To help me balance, steady.

At the point.

Though love powers my engine,
It’s fear that controls me.
I’m at the point where only change,
Is something that’ll console me.

That I were wrong.

When hope isn’t working,
You have to face the hurt full on.
You just keep on shuffling, moving.
I wish that I were wrong.

Outspoken.

Survival,
Without judgement.
Revival,
Without judgement.  
Hope and grace and fortune,
Wistfully combined.
When desires are outspoken,
And not hidden, ignored or mimed

Shore.

When it hits you hard,
That your life,
Is nothing like it was before.
All you can do,
Is check the view,
And try and spy a shore.  

Like a Foy.

Lost,
And in need.
When was happiness,
Greed?
Desperate,
For simple joy.
Every night,
Feels like a Foy.

On and now.

A train I keep on catching,
A journey on repeat.
My heart is crumbling, damaged,
And of the wrong thing, now replete.

A dance.

Wishing, hoping, wishing,
For a return, a chance.
Wishing, hoping, wishing,
For life to return to being a dance.

Dig

Sometimes you have to dig and mow, 

In order to watch the flowers grow...

In its tatters.

That we carried on,
And you grew,
Is almost everything,
But add that you knew,
That your glow, your shine,
Is what truly matters,
The rest can fall,
Be left in it’s tatters.  

Ever right.

Dragged into darkness,
When reaching for the light.
Nothing will ever now be simple.
There is now nothing ever right.

Sheen

Escape is not an option,
When you’re caught in the machine.
This is the life that’s left,
When it is lost it’s sheen.

This dire.

Is that hope on the horizon,
Or just St. Elmo’s fire.
Things cannot surely continue like this.
The world can’t stay this dire.
I am grateful for the glimpses,
The sparks of Kairos time.
I am eager for some peace, though,
A time I can call mine.

Fire and fades.

When there is no more normal.
Life is mirrors and shades.
That’s when your soul,
Loses fire and fades.

Too fast.

It will not go.  
It’s tied too fast.
The innocence,
Is in the past.

Someone sang.

I am forever changed.
The girl, that woman? Gone.
For someone,
Sang her song.

Unknown path.

It’s not time to make decisions.
It’s time to tread in water.
Don’t take an unknown path,
When it could lead a lamb to slaughter.

Payment.

This is my place,
My heart, my space.
Leave me with this,
My moment of bliss.
Take the rest away,
The high price I pay.