Living Colour

 

I live in colour

I came into this world blind

I’ll leave knowing peace

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Ambiguous

(Conchita – Eurovision 2014 winner)

perfect eyeliner

concealer fails to conceal

ambiguity

…

haute couture flows above heels

she holds her breath, and then sings

Thankful

How many waves have lapped,

upon these golden shores?

Many more than all my heartbeats,

since my first upon a foreign shore.

How many times am I thankful for

this land that’s girt by sea?

Many more times than I have said,

to one as fortunate as thee.

How many times am I reminded,

that this is not my own country?

Not quite as many, as the times,

I remember, my now lost family.

My love and gratitude for this –

the safety and the freedom.

Can never be expressed in words

by one as simple as just me.

But let my actions speak to you

and then perhaps you’ll see.

That all I want is opportunity,

to share my life with thee.

Melancholy

sun, don’t touch me yet.

winter’s pain still lingers strong

in darkness I dwell

…

with melancholy on me

I don’t want your warm embrace

Maybe I’m Crazy

 

As the city awakens

So do it’s residents.

I sit here and wonder –

Should I join them?

 

Does it mean I’m crazy?

To want to be uninvolved,

To be outside of normal,

To be completely free.

 

Is it even possible?

To live free as a bird,

To reject societies demands,

Never make eye contact.

 

Can one man ever be an island?

Adrift in other peoples conversations,

Walking along-side but never touching

Another persons soul.

 

Is it easier to conform?

Nod sagely and smile,

Agree when it truly hurts to do so,

Completely forgive and forget.

 

Maybe so.

Perhaps a little each way.

Give and take.

Don’t get in too deep.

 

Mum always said –

Everything in moderation.

I always thought

She was talking about food.

 

Does it make me crazy?

To dream this way,

Or are we all a little crazy…

Every now and then.

Recovery

My heart is left aching

From the thing that you did.

My soul is still reeling

From the things that you said.

You’re the fly in my ointment

When you should be the glue.

Its just salt in the wound

When I see you with him,

But the pain it will drive me

And soon I’ll be whole.

Then you’ll see me all vibrant

And glowing its true.

So like a breeze that is freshening

I’ll sweep you aside.

You’ll be nought but a mem’ry,

A pothole in my path.

That I filled with my spirit

My strength and my heart.

Like that light in the tunnel

I see my spring clearly.

I’ll wish you good health

But nothing too cheery.

🙂