Take a walk in the rain of my sadness.
Get drenched in the bitterness of every drop.
What brought me here
to suffer the shrieking indifference of seagulls
and the apathy of rocks?
How can a life
by bits of paper?
I never saw them the first time I visited the old house beyond the woods. They kept themselves hidden, watching me from dark corners as I made my way through the building.
How does one hate?…
I find it hard to understand
the simplicity of others hate
etched on steel, or carved in stone.
Hate someone who would do evil?
hate the man who hates
enough to kill.
Their faces are a deathly white, each one of them their heads bald. All I can see of their features are their eyes – liquid black like pools of nothingness – empty, just like their souls.
i need a guru
i need a sensei
i’m looking for someone
to show me the way…
and fumbling blindly
please won’t you tell me
what i need to do?
there’s too many choices
and possible dangers
He proceeded to chop at it, on a small marble slab, working on it until it was a fine powder, he looked up and caught my eye, he grinned at me, his eyes and teeth glowed under the lighting.
I do believe that nature offers mankind, countless symbols of hope in an often-testing world.
Diana didn’t always conform to conventional concepts; her intent was to care and to be concerned about the well being of ‘ordinary everyday people’.
Empty, dull and slumped.
Without fusion or desire
Void of lustre, or of longing
Numbly, I search…..
Deep within this hollow
Rooting for my soul
Now I fear, has all but flown.…
Surely theres a remnant
Pretty face so confused. Eyes wide with fright
“What’s happening Mummy?” You had not a clue
To me you were beautiful. To them just a Jew..
In the midnight heat.
Marble cold upon my feet
Eyes scan to the shore below
Where waves revolve with rhythmic flow
And moonlight caresses every stone
Gently calming, my restless soul…
In solitude sat
Lightening struck in the blood red sky and with it came tumultuous rumbles of thunder, so loud it sounded like the sky was opening up.
The door handle turned and the kids held their breath as they lay in the empty bathtub, embracing one another behind the drawn shower curtain.
Fear and an overwhelming sadness twisting in her gut as she caught sight of the limp body of her mother being dragged into her parent’s bedroom…
Tasting sweet, crystal clear
Feigning happy, so far yet near…
An iron fist grabbed at her heard and she could barely breathe as she stared, mesmerised in horror, at the scene that lay before her.