A glimpse of heaven

The mind’s been enticed by a glimpse of heaven…

The shell has been cracked and I’m vulnerable,

Yet, I feel more alive than I ever did before.

Those malleable moments of twisting chaos lead me to this place;

And now I don’t want to return to what I was…

How could I?

But I’m being taken away from this, by voices in the haze.

My strength is waning in the presence of those annoying,

Selfish screams. They’re bitterly pulling

And stealing me, from my serene reality…

How could they?

The mind’s been enticed by a glimpse of heaven…

The body’s frail and my speedy heart’s exposed,

Yet, I feel for the first time that everything makes sense.

Those zooming bright lights that blinded (for a time) lead to this place;

And now I can’t return to what I was…

How could I?

But I’m being taken away from this, by toneless voices each moment.

My resolve to stay is stronger in the presence of every harsh,

Bitter gesture. Yet, they still selfishly pine.

They’re holding me, leading me away from my perfect reality…

How could they?

The mind’s been enticed by a glimpse of heaven…

When I’m in these moments of surrender I’m home,

The sight of her face mesmerizes the hurt to nothing;

These aches, bruises and scars disappear when she sweetly speaks.

I will never return to what I was…

How could I?

So I’ll run from those egotistic hands to be with you,

I’ll speed through, flouting this nightmarish life

Taking your kind embrace instead.

I’ll run down the road that leads me to my perfect reality

Because the mind’s been enticed by a glimpse of heaven.

Days and times

Sometimes,

It’s just music keeping me here;

Just the words she says, only they eager a smile.

Other times,

It’s just breathing wind filling these lungs;

Just the warmth of those lips filling me with life.

Days and times,

They pass with memories flowing through me;

They kiss like her, with hope for the next day.

Sometimes,

It’s just those pictures keeping me here;

Just the beauty she has, only they free my mind.

Other times,

It’s just an embrace keeping me here;

Just her shield saving me, taking me from the World.

Days and times,

They pass with love flowing through me;

They hold like her, with hope for every day.

Every day,

It’s a perfect day to love,

Every perfect day is because of her.

It’s all because of her.

Sea, sun, earth. Love.

Like the nights eager lips hush the days innocence,

Like two stars shine –sweet and deeply intent,

Like the moons needy glow feels her waves.

Like a calm tide’s hand caresses a curved beach,

Like two currents -hot and cold- twist and turn,

Like the warm breeze teases the peaking dunes.

Like rolling clouds brim for the storms moan,

Like electricity streaming, screaming to the ground.

Like the shuddering thunder shakes the Earth.

Like sea and earth swirl in rhythmic bliss,

I’ll be there swirling in your love.

Forgotten words

Seems time is wasted,

too often it's lost to waiting.

Play your music and ponder,

"you think too much..."

Seems she only thought too much of you.

You Beat your mind to a pulp,

telling yourself it'll heal with time.

But time'll only heal if you stop staring;

Sepia is a bitter-sweet colour.

Walk on by, cycle swirling thoughts,

stand still and lean, ask yourself again,

why do you wait?

Seems the sun shines cold,

adds little cheer to your day

you prefer the cloud and rain.

"you think too much..."

Seems you think nothing of her at all.

You slice your tears away

just to rid your mind of pain,

you make it bleed in crimson red

and stare blissfully fixated at its serenity.

Just walk on by,

leave the past behind,

stand tall and embrace, ask yourself again,

why don't you smile?

Seems you're losing touch,

can't you see my open hand?

I'm waiting to take you away.

I would do anything to end this,

this vicious cycle that rages within you.

Can't you stop staring at those crimson tears?

I would do anything to stop your blade,

I would do anything to hold you safe,

I would do anything at all,

anything to make you happy,

anything at all.

Silent words

There's something in the air,

muted electricity spins in the breeze.

Thinking fast, thoughts revolve,

time is lost

to the bitter-sweet workings of the mind.

Notions felt honest, it's true,

I saw something change in your gaze that night.

A rosier hue shines,

glistens, echoes through my mind.

But our smiles stutter in a silent conviction.

So why should it be so difficult to speak?

When all the words I need

are spinning thoughts waiting to be uttered.

I've written a thousand pages of thoughts for you,

they're all spoken through my face,

my expressions tell only truths;

Seems without needing to speak,

You've read them all.

So today words may seem hard to find,

but tomorrow;

I see its only shroud shine

in the excitement of something worth shouting about,

in someone worth living to hold.

I want reach out and grasp;

but for the time it would take me to reach

the World may have changed forever.

So let the World change,

Time can only bring me closer to you.

Swimming in the Sun

Drove on by schools of smiling faces,

walking in a weaving linear streak,

dressed in vibrancy,

smiling in the sun.

Their bare legs and chests blessed,

welcomed by the warmth of a breeze as I drove on by.

Parked by surfboards and ice creams stands,

colourful words stained to signs.

Wound down closed windows to

the enticing smell of burgers

lingering, swirling through the salty air.

Sat and stared out to open blue

with wispy streaks

chalked to the sky by a winds slow hand.

Watched as they skipped on through,

the yellow sands contoured

to the patting of small feet

leaving a trail of cheery laughs as they pass by.

Naive and carefree,

young and excited.

Chasing eachother between pitched tents,

leaping, daringly over sore bodies left in the sun.

Twisting, darting between walking pairs;

their perfect serenity broken

by the electricity of being young.

Following the waters glistening edge,

walk a silver haired couple,

hands linked tightly, swinging in the breeze.

Opposite hands close to mouths grip chilled vanilla,

smiling tongues lick in a dignified, reserved manner

as slow steps followed the swelling of a turning tide.

Splash! Towards the distance

playing in the gentle waves,

a dozen boys thrash up shining,

malleable pearls toward one another.

Diving, breaking through the rippling glass.

A scattering of swashed white,

flashed, as stretched bodies disappeared below.

Tap tap, the tapping of an eager foot,

Her bouncing leg on carpet itching to join in.

I turned my head to her,

smirking with my crooked smile

and spoke with muted excitement

"So, what are you waiting for?"

Words

I often turn to words when the mind is left to wander. Often they show different sides to me, sometimes sides lost to mist. Other times, sides absorbed in the notion of someone; but all are of emotion. All are honest to my heart. I'm often told that my words affect people, they make them think or feel and that: "I should never stop writing"...

Strange then it seems; I haven't written anything meaningful in the longest time. Have I placed my emotions all to ink and paper? I think that I've barely even drafted them.

It seems rather than running out of emotions to talk about that I've succumb to 'expectations' instead. It saddens me to admit it; I no longer feel that I can write my heart to the page anymore. No longer can I express anything but the trivialities my day, often pointless words with a 'symbolic smile' in the form of ':D' pasted afterwards. Seems I have joined the crowd "All in uniform? Fall in line." ...And I hate that. Maybe I should quote a film or some lyric from a film and palm it off as something witty and original? Maybe...

Or maybe I should stop caring about what people think? Perhaps. Just a shame then, It wouldn't be so difficult if these weren't the very people I care most about. Seems I'll wait instead; one day my hand will write again, one day.

Joey