From the book DARK
WONDERMENT OF LIFE
Wonderment of life is
Filled by the confusion of thought
That keeps fighting for space in
The overcrowded mind of the weary.
Everyday joys become
Lifetime woes as struggle
Takes precedence over
Sitting back and taking in the air.
Shattered are the illusions of
Eternal happiness that is
Promised to all those
Who work hard and are good citizens.
Pressure is the pump which
Keeps people moving to and from
Responsibilities which build
To a point of bursting paranoia.
Keep fighting for what is not ours
As one day it will be your children's
Turn to fight for that right
To live in a world of constructed chaos.
Seagulls screaming in scavenger anger
Children running free of any danger
Fishing lines singing in the fresh breeze
White bodied people taking their ease.
The sun slowly heating the squeaky sand
The surf rolling in to cool the land
Radios babbling amongst the beach gear
Summer really is the best time of year.
Rock pools glittering in the bright light
Fishermen waiting for the first bight
Thin brown girls wandering by
A little boy flying a kite in the sky.
The smell of coconut oil in the air
A person chasing a dog in despair
Coloured umbrellas flapping away
Everyone simply wasting the day.
Young louts sculling their first beer
People swimming in the water clear
The day slowly passing in the heat haze
The only way to spend lazy days.
LOVE FOR HEALING BROKEN BONES
When I stretch
My body breaks into so many pieces.
I can feel them creak
As I relax
And fall asleep again
Alone and waiting for company that is not here.
You see, I have become
Hard and brittle
Without the warmth of your
Arm and body around me
Comforting and safe.
I've had to become hard
And unloving - So
My hair is white now
As much as my soul is dark
'Cause you aren't here
To make me soft and laugh
Like a young girl playing in a puddle
Or a boy on a new bike.
I listen to my body creak
And wish the softness was back
Where it should be