Spinning

You think

 

you’ve

got

it

all

figured

out.

 

Well,
it’s not true.

 

Don’t kid yourself,
it’s time to understand.
There’s a handle being turned,

we’re just the ones

 

 

spinning.

 

Deja vu,

coincidence,

 

tea leaves

spread across the table.

 

We aren’t able

to reason it out.

 

A conversation,

 

chance encounters.

 

There’s nothing you can do

 

to change it.

 

 

This life

 

didn’t turn out

like the night we thought it would be.

 

Too quick

it gets too dark to see.

It’s not the fun

we thought it’d be.

 

We still feel

 

the joy

when it comes

along.

 

Still smile

at planet earth.

 

Still look at someone,

 

Think:

everything I have,

 

you’re worth.

 

It’s time

to become

 

enlightened.

 

Stop

being frightened.

 

These shadows in our head,

perhaps they’ll always be there

but they can’t kill us.

 

They can’t

 

fill us in shade

if we don’t let them.

 

It’s a good idea,

 

stick out your tongue,

 

bathe it

in the sun.

 

Believe

 

you have won.

 

The world

will be haunted

 

forever

 

but never

our own circumference.

 

Just thinking it

seems to make a difference.

 

Even if it’s slight.

 

Every year will have a summer;

warm grins,

tasty bites,

cold sprite,

play fights,

new sights,

 

friends

 

and more days

with good ends.

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Sombre

I see the sadness in people’s eyes

even when it’s not there yet.

I know how their story might end.

Chances are there’s a divorce or cancer in store for them,

and they won’t be able to fix it.

 

And I look around and realise

it doesn’t matter if you’re the kindest person

on earth or the worst.

Fate pays no heed to that.

 

And I don’t read the papers much

but I see the headlines on the net

and all I see are ages close to mine

and they’re never gonna rise

and it gets me down sometimes.

 

And all the animals that walk across the land

get snuffed out quicker than you can say ‘deserve’

and they never get a chance to say goodbye to anyone or anything.

We don’t know what they leave behind

when they disappear.

We don’t know their minds, we don’t know their families.

 

And this is all the inside of me.

The outside is the opposite and I give it to you

because I don’t want you to

feel what I feel.

It’s crushing, it’s very heavy.

So I want you to smile and enjoy life.

Don’t worry about too much

because there is nothing we can do to make this world right.

defined

The quieter times-

 

when dew runs the length

of a spider’s web

as eight legs work to wrap a fly for safekeeping,

 

when an old dog still raises his head for

his owner and they press gentler than they used to,

 

when two faces are open to each other

and their eyes cross the divide unclouded

 

when a child locks in the last piece

of a jigsaw and their smile

purifies the surrounding air,

 

when looking at the expanse

of the sky doesn’t offer fear

but comfort,

 

when the soul seeks solace

and finds it

in music,

 

when under the ocean

you feel it crashing

yet hear nothing,

 

when thoughts

are just thoughts

and can be brushed away

by the touch of a kind hand,

 

when on the grass

and it puts maps on your skin

an ant climbs and traces the roads

and you let it pass,

 

when you see virtue in someone

who doesn’t see it in themselves

but trusts you

when you softly convince them,

 

when you understand you may be different

and you can’t please everyone

but aren’t afraid to write it down,

 

when it doesn’t matter what time it is

when it doesn’t matter what you look like

when it doesn’t matter what you wear

when it doesn’t matter what you do

when it doesn’t matter where you go

when it doesn’t matter what you think

or say

 

-are the ones I wish for.