Howl at the Moon

Howl at the moon if you can stand the light,

Howl at the moon for the rest of the night,

The light casts shadows on your pale face,

Just one more member of this rat race.

There’s a glint in your eye – not one that I know –

And your complexion is pale, as white as snow;

Is this what freedom looks like, sounds like?

Are you waiting for the lightening strike?

Are you hoping that one day you might

Bathe naked in that glowing moonlight?

Release yourself into the dark forest,

Lay down with wolves and be not distressed,

For tonight you are one of their own.

In the morning you will be long gone.

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A Minute

Places to go, people to meet:

Don’t have time to just take a seat

And take it all in for a minute.

 

I wish I could stop, I wish I could chat

Sit for a while and do all of that

And take it all in for a minute.

 

Yet, if I stop, that means I’ll think

Which has taken souls up to the brink –

They took it all in for a minute.

 

Jump from the rooftops, jump from a cliff:

If you can survive that, and only if,

You can take it all in for a minute.

 

Blue sky before me, land at my back –

How did my life get so off track?

I must take it all in for a minute.

 

The waves billow and billow, I cry and I cry

My heart is heavy, my head not held high.

This is the minute.

Take me to the Never Land

Take me to the Never Land,

To that gay and carefree place,

Where children played so long ago

With a smile upon their face.

 

Take me to the Never Land

And I shall not grow old.

I’ll long remain an innocent,

Retain my heart of gold.

 

Yes, take me to the Never Land –

The Pan boy crows for me

And then, at least, when I die

I’ll still be young and free.

 

My brain no longer in need

Of cleansing from itself:

I fly away tomorrow night,

Farewell! Drink to your health!

As the Free Bird Flies

As the free bird flies

To the sun in the sky,

So my heart longs to be free.

To soar through the clouds,

As the eagle’s cry sounds –

To roam over hill and vale –

To follow no predestined trail.

I’d go through the sea-mist

And survive it, just,

To see myself start over again.

As I’d try and I’d try

To lift myself high,

I’d just be pulled back down,

To nurse my broken crown.

To raise myself up

Above all of this

Is incredibly hard by myself.

So here I must try

To live and to die,

But we’ll all meet again in the end.

Strong and Stable

“Strong and Stable” – that’s what she said.

Strong and stable, a funny way of thinking about it.

I could use some strength and

stability in my

head.

My mind has a ten

dency to wander. I don’t always stay on topic, I get distracted and carry on for far too long without taking

a breath.

My sleeping patterns are just a mess.

It is intriguing to note the similarities between a goldfish and

Boris Johnson, a man who has a delightful tendency to speak utter

Rhubarb, a food I’m not keen on myself. Although it does make wonderful

crumble. Much like our economy would under a leader like Theresa.

You see I have a way of returning to the topic. Unlike some, I may find my way back.

Again,

and again,

and again.

Because this is important. This is when we decide whether to take a stand, or whether to shrug responsibility

like a child caught enabling some degradation of society

by a friend or acquaintance who tells them

not to worry because they’ll take the blame.

Maybe it’s time to

do

something.

Anything.

 

Joy and Sadness

When joy and sadness intertwine,

A pain eternal, a love divine.

The memory of those you loved

And the thought of them looking from above.

This disappointment that you feel,

Knowing that you can never reveal

To them, once more, how much they meant,

How strongly on them you often leant.

What you wouldn’t give for one last touch, a hug maybe,

A hand to hold, a smile to see.

Just once more,

And then again,

And again,

Just to try and reverse the pain.

Life in the Mist

The mist rolls down from the mountains,
Clouding the eyes of the deer laid around,
Leaving the sky committed to the darkness.
Something lurks here, it waits to be found
By someone who is not you.
Some call it a black dog that preys on your mind.
Whatever you call it, it tries to hide

In the cracks, the crevices on the mountainside

Until the mist descends.
And when that time comes
You know.

You know that just getting up feels like climbing a mountain.
Just being awake is enough to make you question why you exist.
You feel that your life has become a fountain of shit
Causing you to gag in the stench of your failings.
You drown in the everyday and revel in the chance to sleep
For just five more minutes.
You’re fat, you’re ugly, you’re lazy, you’re useless.
Everyone hates you.
Everyone is looking at you.

And eventually, that black dog has wrapped itself around your body.
It begins to consume you.
And then,
Then,
Then someone sees your burden, it cannot hide in its cave any longer.
The dog retreats for now, leaving behind marks of tooth and claw;
A constant reminder that you have come through your struggle and survived.
At least for now.

Would you consider this salvation?