Life doesn't always...

A cold dripping mist enveloped me in its cloakIt lifted me on to a cloud Strewn with large stones Invisible boulders caused me to stumble Reminding  me while crouching forwards  That it is alright to be humble
It came to me slowly Through help and assistance That in the past This life I love was littered with persistence Ever the fidget  Always moving When I sat down My body kept rigid Relaxation beyond me Such, busy 'ness' as liquid Flowing all the time Never meeting any obstacle No still pools with membranes  Insects dart across
If you've been touched by illness Or longing Ever been down further Than anyone can fathom Watched an edge and thought about jumping Stared at the sea for too long some evenings I hope my friend you simply keep breathing And die full of wrinkles, a turtle in pringle Not tragically reported in a five line obituary Lost to the world a spot on your legacy Causing too much pain and heartache To those who lived with you and knew you They'd noticed a change for sure? They thought…

Keep it steady.

Building on foundations
With bricks made of stress
Results in them crumbling
When the tower gets higher

They cant stand the weight
It presses them down
Each one a brother
Baked in the same kiln

Placed on a different day
Events can vary
Some are scary
Other you might lay yourself
Being too serious
Or maybe appear petty

Morally up a gear
Offended by the slightest
Humour led image
Or joke that offends you
Perhaps it went past you
You hold much sterner views
When it comes to right and wrong

You have your reasons
Why should we judge you?

But nevertheless
If I might suggest
Take a chill
It helps support you
Worry about important things
The rest is only
Sandless mortar
The tower may fall
Destroying you

As you grow taller
Then perhaps shorter
As you stoop into your old age
Turn a different page
Laugh a little
Have some fun
Yeah be a true one
That's a bonus
Kindness and all that
Jingle jangle

Don't attack the structures
That keep you from toppling
The maintenance crew
Is already workin…

It's about now.

Modern times
We live in
Historic some may say
Everything is history
Quicker than you can say
Memories are hidden
Sometimes we obscure
Facts that speak with truth to us
Revealing mistakes weve made
Maybe in a conversation
Or in something left unsaid?
A joke you made quite innocently
At another mans expense?

Perhaps we wish we'd done things differently
Spoken with respect, amicable positivity
Laughed more quietly
Not raised our voices
Made better choices
Not stolen the chocolate bar
Or the radio from anothers car
Not said I love you to one who destroyed you
Never went to that place
Passed through the wrong gates
The trip that concerned you
Nightmares came true?
If we are not careful
Peril and danger
Go with your friends
Never with strangers

Now you look back with a little regret
No point in that my human friends
Lifes for living
It's about today
Moving ahead to the new tomorrow
Our time right here might just be borrowed
You can't go back
There's no path to follow
Any way

The trouble with dreams

I had a dream one night that I had taken a fall Spinning as I plummeted Out of control I fell from a mountain From way up so high
From then on my friends
I was sure I would die.

As I fell
 The mists parted
The green land below
Rushing towards me
Barreling, rolling
Brief glimpses of earth
Not soft and inviting
 But harshly defining
Quite fatal and instant
I raged and I cursed

I closed my eyes

Emotions ran wild

Laughing inevitably
Crying with fear
Knowing my adrenaline
Could not help me get clear
Running is futile when you cant reach the ground
Fighting the air would have been stupid
It's not even there

Now I'm not an eagle
No wings to catch drafts
No grace in my flight
As I rocketed down
All hope was floundering

What of a haystack
Or a large mountain loch
A soft woodland canopy
A pool owned by a family
A mattress so soft?

The seconds seemed longer
Like minutes my friend
In trauma
Is common I hear

The height of the mountain was Scottish
Not alpine
I thought that by now

Is all hope lost?

They tear at me
Ripping and shredding
Bloodlines appear
The ragged nail pattern
Blood lines come to me
To tear at the remnants of my fastbeating heart

I am not perfection
Nor conceited in my thinking
That I ever have been
I've made mistakes
Said wrong things
In stupid places
Tried to help
But was mainly just a conveyance

Love can't be forced
But hate can leave all hope lost
Emotional turmoil
Tears  fall
Tears fall

It does not matter how loudly I call
They cannot hear me
Have no reasons to find the truth
Of  this mans life
Hanging by a slender efficient knife
Opened veins drain me out
Silently sleeping
Silently sleeping

The fear is mine alone
If I blink I might be gone
I search and search but there is no trace
Of what I've thought on things before
I once was happy
Singing always
I once had laughter
Tears now blind me
I once felt that it was possible
Now that feeling has surely gone

Perceptions gained of lifes experience
May allow different pondering
But time slips past and …

Fight for your life.

The soft sand ridden muddy path
Under my feet
Is cushioned for me by sturdy black boots

Sloppy, slick slimy navigating as every part of my leg plays a part in keeping me upright
Sinews twist, the cramping ageing muscles uncomfortably held in kilter

Heading for home
Light retreats
The ever arriving daily dusk clocks in
I can't see the car quite yet.

This place takes me away
But only for a short time
Though enjoyable
Wears at one
Through time, burdened by the worries of others
Chinks appear, cracks of darkness on a golden life

Wandering, watching  twigs may snap
Wind blown pine trees sing in high pitched terror
Birds dart
Rabbits unseen?
But for borrows
Buzzards soar
A red kite adorned a fence post
Squirrels elusive
Just in case
I might see one race by
Even in the periphery of either eye

A busy head is a safe head?

Freedom from worries
Eating and gnawing
Snatching at anything that will offset these thoughts
Let the wind carry me
I could be
Searching fo…

She Glides.

She glides

She minds
If someone does her wrong
She cares
With all of motherly heart of hearts
She loves
Enjoyment, passions shared
She cries
When injustice is offered as punishment
By country's near and far
She will live
We hope
Until she is bent and old
She is happy
When things start going her way
She is funny
Intelligent In an unusual way ☺
Her worry
Causes bumps sometimes
In a crowded place.
She'd tell you herself
An hour
Then home to bed

Does not think like that
He prefers
To hang around
Still similar
In many ways
He will love her
Until the end of life
They share a home
Decades together
Kids moving on
In each others pocket
Time apart
Can mend a heart
Stress release
From occupational meetings
Tribulations in familial relations.