THE WARNING

Before I opened the book, I guessed
The warning on the cover said it all
Beware all you who read these pages
A black arts tome across all the ages
Just listen, and one can hear the call
One should prepare for a magic fest

The first page showed a hieroglyph
And I traced it slowly with my finger
I felt a strange tingling in my hand
A meaning I would not understand
I paused and let that feeling linger
But then my whole fist went all stiff

I had a chat with Myself today, It was a most serious chat indeed. There was a question I needed to ask, And Myself could answer that need.

She lies and waits for my arrival,
I’ve ignored her far too long,
Her face is scarred from years of abuse..

But as I approach her she is more welcoming than ever,
It’s been a stormy relationship…

I’ve turned my back on her more than once,
She has seen a lot of tears,
But she has shed not even one…

She’s as solid as a rock,
And once again she’ll lead me home…

UNSWERVING

Sometimes when things just do not go to plan
And it all seems to be falling apart
Redouble efforts as much as you can
And if necessary, make a new start

There are some who will always press ahead
And there are others who may just give up
Or frustrated, change direction instead
Resigning themselves to a half-full cup

Unlike those who quitted when failure loomed
There is a special force that fires the blood
Original focus can be resumed
More productive than just chewing the cud

It can pull you together or tear you apart,
With a shattered soul or a broken heart…
A young man lost to the ravages of war,
Or a girl abducted on her way to the store…

The pain is real and it won’t subside,
You wear a mask but it’s hard to hide…
Friends will ask how you are doing,
You say you’re fine but a storm is brewing…

Fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers,
Each grieving differently than the others…
Some will sit quietly not saying a word,
Or scream in anger at what has occurred…

Tragedy…

It can pull you together or tear you apart,
With a shattered soul or a broken heart…
A young man lost to the ravages of war,
Or a girl abducted on her way to the store…

The pain is real and it won’t subside,
You wear a mask but it’s hard to hide…
Friends will ask how you are doing,
You say you’re fine but a storm is brewing…

Fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers,
Each grieving differently than the others…
Some will sit quietly not saying a word,
Or scream in anger at what has occurred…

WALKING OUT

I wonder if I am now coming to the end
With only just a little money left to spend
To pay the ferryman, who will comprehend
Across the river Lethe, memories destroyed
No finish line, just one last step into the void
It is just fate, so no need to ever get annoyed
Leaving a lost life that’s not worthy to extend
Into the depths of Hades, ready to descend
None there to welcome me, nor to befriend

An act of bravery
Is painting with every colour that is in your soul
Splashing life on your canvas
Honouring emotions
With no thought of what others will think of your creation
Not TRYING to make it meaningful
Modern, pretty
Commercially viable
ACCEPTABLE
Just bursting out into the greater you
With total trust

On the box written in red
Do not open, that's what it said
A plain brown package, what's inside
We are dying to know, what can it hide

An animal is too big for a box this size
Maybe a present, a nice surprise
A forgotten birthday, a gift belated
Just waiting to be opened still we hesitated

A mystery delivery with no sender and no name
If it blows up a building who will take the blame
The suspense is killing, the room went black
Inside a small voice said : "help I'm Jack"

who do you want me to be?
tell me and i’ll become her.
clingy,
detached,
reassuring,
i can play it all.
i’ll read from my script
merely a puppet pulled by your strings.
i’m afraid of rejection,
have you figured that out yet?
i’ll play my part
to keep you along
until i hold the upper hand.
i want you to want me
unless i decide i no longer want you.
who am i really?
that’s for me to know.
for you, i’m whoever you want.
unhealthy, yes, but who the fuck cares?