We are  into the second week now; this is where the inspiration often changes, going deeper as the mind and imagination opens up to endless possibilities…..

 

April 8th

We waited alone

Never daring to look back

As the seas raged on

 

Old words wrought in blood

Secrets whispered to the winds

Only now hit home…

 

In dark magic bound

Sigils of fire made traces

Scored upon the sands

 

Those who rape my land

I will curse them til I die

And the seas rage high…

 

April 9th

I should never have let you kiss me

Yet kiss me you did

I should have never have let you touch me

But touch me you did

I should never have let you whisper my name

In that voice so silky soft and tender

I should have turned away when you offered me the world

Yet I stayed to listen

I should have brushed off your embrace

Your kisses and caresses

All of these things and more

I should have walked away from

Yet I stayed

And embraced the pureness of your innocent heart

 

But honey, in one swift and fleeting moment

It was my darkness

My gift

That gave you death….

 

April 10th

That moment of stark realisation when you look in the mirror

And do not recognise the person starring back at you.

Where did the ‘you’ that you always thought you were go to?

Where did the years go?

That ‘blink of an eye’ now feels more like a ‘shudder in hell’

This person staring back through the mirror is a total stranger.

When did we become this person?

When did this transformation happen?

How do we start to be this person we don’t actually know;

This lined and aged faced person?

How do we adapt to an old strange face, a lumpy, droopy body

When the essence within is forever young and yearning to fly free?

Is still living in hope that tomorrow will come

And everything will change.

We stand upon the shores of time within our illusion

As time simply marches on by

Right under our very feet.

Time never gives a dam,

It leaves us reeling in its relentless wake

Churning up all who stand in its way.

We can’t go back and change things

Though often we badly wish to do so

But instead we keep all those never lived dreams

Tucked well away inside

Where we can no longer find them,

Hidden away with the hope that our day will come

Til we perchance to look once more into that deadly mirror of truth

To realise that our day actually came and went…

 

April 11th

Chemtrail traces spun

Across the skies; back and forth

Big spidery lies

 

April 12th

Fleeting words today
Someone stuck a knife in me
Or it feels like it!

 

April 13th

When night time falls it is always your face I see among the stars
And I am transported back to the days of innocence and youth.
When everything I believed in held no doubts,
Before time changed and the world moved on.
It was your face upon the pale lace pillow then I saw,
Softly sleeping with dreams yet untold,
Your very breath; your very existence filled my dreams.
Time stretched on and on and the days were endless
Filled with love and unending desire
And the bravado of youth;
The becoming into the true dreamtime of our lives.
Cups were duly filled and overflowing
With all that we ever felt possible.
You got me
And saved me
And yet I you.
Lying on our backs on the warm sand
We watched the stars
And would share the tales of the gods and all their mighty power;
Their nightly battles among the stars.
Planets shattering in the morning light
As dreams would too
One day.
Yet youth lies and tells us for ever really is forever.
Youth knows nothing of time
Of fading dreams
And lost hope.
Youth traces the pattern of vibrancy and desire upon our skins.
Youth slips into our minds and transports us to a world
Of endless possibilities
Carrying us away upon a transient tide of our own making.
Deftly the thin fingers of time trace their dark intricacies across our bodies,
Cutting furrows and scars both seen and unseen.
Time both takes and gives
And cares not which.
What was once endless
Has now ended.
What was once passion
Is now quiet contemplation.
What was once desire
Is now only a searched for memory,
An imprint in the sands of time
Where once our bodies lay.
And when night time falls it is always your face I see among the stars
And I am transported once more back to those days of our innocence and youth.

 

April 14th

Poison rain drips down

Is this really our future?

That future is here

 

TC 1

NaPoWriMo

April 2017

“The Keeper of Scrolls”

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