Tag Archives: Poetry

Last Night…

19 Feb

Last night I was inspired to write a song… So weird seeing as I am not a musician. I am slowly working on the lyrics as I type this. Maybe if I feel brave I will record it and play around in Garage Band to add some instrumental stuff.

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Music is love….

12 Feb

Music is love....

So I’ve posted this photo a bunch. Music is how most of us survive. We listen to music everyday. We choose the songs that fit our mood or have the ability to change our moods to how we want to be feeling. It’s how we express ourselves when the right words are too difficult to find.

Soul Searching

24 Jan

I wrote this bit back on the 28 March 2010, the part that I am going to publish is just the end of a longer post but I feel as if it can hold its own.

Searching for a soul is like reading and following lines on a treasure map.

Searching for that buried treasure or finally finding that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

An entire lifetime of searching, hunting and morphing to find ourselves.

An entire lifetime to find that soul that self, was where we left it to keep it safe…

At the beginning of the labyrinth under a rock before we began to doubt ourselves as human beings.

Watch The Stars Settle

24 Jan

A poem I wrote on 2 September 2008. I was about to run over to Poetry Club and my friend had Instant messaged me this line: “As I stare out of the window and watch the dust settle.” I found that poetic sounding and asked him if I could use the line for a poem… Well here is the poem for you to enjoy.

 

As I stare out of the window and watch the dust settle.

I dare not mettle with the winds gust.

The dust settles and all I can see is the bright night sky.

My gaze is stuck on the moon,

You see the same moon,

From hundreds of miles away.

Shooting stars fly across the midnight sky.

Let’s lay in our own backyards

and star gaze together but apart.

As I stare out of the window and watch the stars settle.

First post for today…

24 Jan

I love looking through all my various journals, sometimes I found a piece of writing that I like and haven’t shared with everyone. This at the moment is an untitled piece.

Sun shining through a dark storm cloud…

Please stay to warm the earth…

Sit and listen to the banjo strings plucking away…

Melodies that stay to warm the earth…

The west wind whistles across the sky…

Whistles that stay to warm the earth…

Heartbeats flow rhythmically through our veins…

Beats that stay to warm the earth…

Stay to warm the earth.

100, 000 Miles

23 Jan

I wrote the poem while in college and it was for a poetry club event, I think it was support 9/11 and something along the lines of World peace. So here is 100,000 Miles.

We hear the cars pass by
We hear the birds
Sing in the spring
We hear the children laughing merrily
But I hear the question why?

Why can we only hear laughter
And not the crying passing from
100,000 miles away
Still all I can say is why?

They walk through the desert land
They hear shouts of neighbors when they pass
They see sadness in the faces of their children
But all I can hear is why?

Why can’t we see them walking
And hear them shouting
Calling us from 100,000 miles away
Still all I can say is why?

We can walk 100,000 miles for freedom
100,000 miles for the innocent
100,000 miles for the hungry
100,000 miles for the laughing
100,000 miles for the crying
100,000 miles for the dying
We can walk 100,000 to change our world.

Letting My Life Speak.

21 Jan

Old piece of writing I found. I carry around multiple notebooks/ sketchbooks on a daily basis so I can write a poem or draw or simple jot down my thoughts. Enjoy!

Letting My Life Speak

Letting my life speak

Wearing my heart on my sleeve

Not living how others want me to live.

Moving through the motions

With a blank stare

With blank emotions

My eyes are dead

As a puppet on a string.

Breaking down, tears rolling down my cheeks

The decision to be made

Is driving me crazy

I need a break to walk away.

The fire inside me is growing dim

I find the sparks again as 

The music plays

I get lost and forget everything.

I am letting my heart whisper guidance

I am letting go

I am living my own life

I am letting my life speak.

Mumford and Sons

21 Jan

Yesterday I was walking home from a local cafe and was listening to Mumford and Sons, as I have been since acquiring their album Babel. Well their song “Below My Feet” was playing and it gets to the chorus “…Keep the earth below my feet. For all my sweat, my blood runs weak. Let me learn from where I have been. Keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn. Keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn…” and I am not sure why I hadn’t picked up on the lyrics before, however it reminded me of a poem I had written back on 10 May 2009 while sitting in church. I realize that makes me seem as if I wasn’t paying attention to the church service, maybe I wasn’t, maybe something wasn’t keeping my attention, I probably had something else on my mind. I wrote two small poems that day… maybe not poems but a string of words. Well here is the poem I wrote that I was remind of while listening to “Below My Feet”

Give Love

Give Peace

Give Hope

Give Faith 

Give Heart 

Give your hands to work

Give your feet to walk.

 

It is possible I was thinking of walking in Crop Walk back in September or October or I was thinking about TOMS One Day Without Shoes, either are completely valid thoughts. Crop Walk that year I had walked with a friend barefoot for 5 miles in Abington, Virginia. Walking five miles barefoot on cement, gravel, brick and grass (delightful temporary relief) is an eye opening experience. Maybe if I had trained my feet beforehand by walking barefoot more often it wouldn’t have been as bad and I wouldn’t of had two and a half inch (?) blisters on my heels, however I don’t think that would have left the same impression on me and my thoughts towards the causes that TOMS and Crop Walk support. TOMS supports the world and the need people have for simply one pair of shoes to keep feet protected and Crop Walk raises awareness for world hunger their motto is “We walk because they walk.”. Did you know that in many places around the world people have to walk up to six miles most of the time barefoot to get their supply of water for the day? Stepping on sharp rocks and many other things getting cuts on your feet and all without access to even simple medical supplies to keep cuts from getting infected. Just imagine having to do that everyday just to get water. A lot of my friends asked why I would walk five miles barefoot when it wasn’t necessary to the walk, they also asked what would it prove or what did I gain by doing that. We no longer seem to have the ability to do something just because we wanted to do it, according to society we have to have a motive or a reason. Okay, if that is the case, my reason for walking Crop Walk barefoot is simply because there are millions of people out there that have no choice but to walk barefoot and risking infection and injury and having to suffer through that, if I had had worse than blisters on my feet I could have gone to the doctors and would have been given the proper treatment to keep me from getting an infection. The next time you have the opportunity to do something that supports a cause and do something that causes people to ask you questions about what you are doing, you take that opportunity, because it means getting the word out there about something that you support. Lastly, always take the opportunity to do something that is humbling, it makes you look at the world around you with a new perspective.

This blog post was inspired by Mumford and Sons and Tom Hiddleston for also mentioning the song mentioned earlier because it reminded me of writing about a poem I wrote.

Thread and Surface.

27 Dec

Again old writing from 26 March 2012.

Thread and Surface

Words can only cut skin deep

and it’s hard to live with your heart sewn onto your sleeve.

Emotions live deep inside your soul and sometimes only permeating through your skins surface.

Needle and thread can only mend surface wounds…

Those beneath the surface need time to rise and vanish.

Patches are needed to cover the holes in a broken heart.

Stitches keep the rest of heart from breaking any further.

Broken Heart.

27 Dec

Yep another old piece of writing from 10 July 2011.

Broken Heart

This heart has broken too many times.

Now it’s too afraid to speak its mind.

Only wants peace to find.

My words would be as confusing as the actions of mimes.

Words and actions should be crystal clear.

And should have no fear.

However confusion flows like tears.

This heart has broken too many times.

This heart has broken too many times.

And most days quite shy.

Things cause it to fly.

But the harder I try.

This heart has broken too many times.

I find myself over-thinking.

But no longer mimicking.

However the clock in my head keeps ticking.

For this heart has broken too many times.

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