jealousy

Is ugly, makes you fugly. Scrupulous unthinking but mostly tragic. Old and withered and green not true. You’ll lose who you are, your identity no clue. Put down your sword, there’s no war here. I know you are reading this, it’s evident and clear. He told me he knows there’s only one that’s true. He told me he knows definitely it’s clear it’s not you.

3.30am

The waves crashing against the shore, Wind howling as the branches tore, of the tree above me, Will I go no I won’t leave, I’ll push the boundary we call luck. I’ll stay put with my junk. This junk I own the last of stuff. Before I had more but now it’s tough. The beach is my home, the trees my shelter. No debts or loans, yes life is sweeter. So I’ll stay here until the morrow when daylight comes there’ll be true sorrow….

The laugh

Of one not quite there

She lives in a world of untruths

With no care

For those she will hurt

It’s evident and clear

Her lies and manipulation

Change direction and steer

They told me to watch her

Why bring her to the fold

Because she is close

And mad and cold

So release her and give her

something to relish

Or am I being

Too forward and selfish

For what is love?

Ah Julian but what is love. Is it found in a flower with all it’s beauty, is it found in the wind as it caresses your ears, is it found in the sky with the different shades of blue or is it within you along with one you once knew ? Keep well during these times 🙏💙❤️

Softly softly

She speaks with words of daggers

Softly he weeps for her words of venom

A position of authority

What lies to get her there

Will now unravel

Like untidy hair

Your callous words of

Manipulation was read

Revelled in your thoughts

A mistake you bled

Patience my friend

Your undoing is near

And about time

Goodbye my fear..

Hopefully now the help you need is clear

Truth

Is yours

In whatever way you see it

The truth is yours

In whatever way you feel it

But if the mind is broke

Is the truth cracked too

Within these cracks

Are buried the real truth

Another year

Without you

Another year

Dragged

Another year

Dropped a bombshell

Heart is snagged

Another year

Tears have fallen

Another year

Winter drawing

Another year

You are older

Some may say wiser

Another year

Without a mentor

Another year

Time to be gentler

Why

Do you punish me so

Just so you know

The joke was just a joke

Led by the ones you know

Closest to you

Without a clue

Left me feeling blue

Bringing out the love so true

She said yes let’s do this too

I’m sorry if I hurt you

If I’ve hurt you

I’m bleeding too

The pan flute

Filtering through

The white noise

Smothering the chaos

And Nonsensical toys

Massaging temples

Forcing me

To relocate

And just be

Ave Maria

Playing softly

Hitting the high notes

This will cost me

Ignoring the repercussions

I continue to listen

As he continues

To send his breath

Down the beautifully

Carved wooden tubes

Mastering the manipulation

Of the body mind and soul

Of all whom stop to listen

As the music is drawing to an end

Another day will go by with

A tear falling from eyes

Red from all that’s happened, is happening

Will happen.

Begging for the pied piper not to stop

He can’t hear me but, resumes his

Melody. Knowing he’s caught another soul

And will lead the way

With the understanding I will follow….