With Every (Crying)

With every ending comes a new beginning
But I feel like crying today
And every spring brings new bloom to winter
But I feel like dying today

With every dusk there comes a new dawn
But I see no sunlight today
And every summer melts the ice from up high
But I see only the cold today

With every wound there will come healing
But there is only bleeding today
And every autumn brings the promise of new life
But there is only decay today

With every ending comes a new beginning
But I feel like crying today
And with every wound there will come healing
But I am only bleeding today

JS
29/1/13

The Trees and the Leaves

The trees and the leaves they laugh at me
With pity and mirth and tear shed seeds
Waving and jeering as I fall on past
How could you not see this was not meant to last?

The birds and the flies mock the scene
With their songs if disaster and buzz of ‘oh please’
Dancing to the beat as I trudge on by
How could you believe there’s respite from the past?

The grass and the mud jeer obscene
With boos and derision and lunacy at the seams
Rolling on the floor as I stumble
How could you dare to dream a good fate was cast?

The trees and the leaves they laugh at me
With pity and mirth and tear shed seeds
Waving and jeering as I fall on past
Because here nothing living is meant to last

JS
13/2/13

Empty – A Musing –

                     Sometimes I fear I am empty and everything I feel is just the reverberation of the emotions of everyone around me. Crashing into me like marbles and I am a metal pin that is rattled to the core but unable to move or escape from the inevitability of it.
                     These times I feel so much that I wander how people don’t just suffocate on their own hearts and the emotions they wear for the world. How do they not drown on those kept hidden just behind their eyes and out of sight?
                     Then I realise, when it is silent, when the drain has worn off and I lie in my bed alone, that without their moods emoting and pulsating through me I have nothing at all. Then I do manage to feel something of my own, but it is not loss, sadness or despair but just simply loneliness.

JS
28/5/12

Curiously I Wonder

Curiously I wonder
As I walk up the next stair
What it is that brought me here
The lure into your lair
Could it be I was blinded?
By the glowering of your stare
Or was it something more than that
Mermaid calling lure?

Nervously I stumble
As I take the gravelled road
How it is it came to pass
That I’m forthwith coming to your abode
Somehow I was deafened
By the song of that lullaby
Is there actually something true to this
Seductress here I see?

Edgily I trip up
As I approach the rickety gate
Now that I am standing here
Just drawn now to this oncoming fate
When did I become muted?
By the magic hands you deftly weaved
Surely this must be your sublime trick now
Alluring me so I’m not saved?

Petrified I ponder
As I knock upon the door
Why I haven’t turned to run
Instead I am stuck fast to the floor
How did I become so numb
By the smiled that you professed
Waiting for the overdue punch-line
To prove or undo all this mess

Curiously I wonder
As I wait now for my fate
Why it is that I can’t flee
From the aura you emanate
Could it be I’m overwhelmed
By a truth you stream and slowly radiate
This will be the onset now of a
Relationship fuelled by love or hate

JS
17/7/11

Song – Quote – Maya Angelou

‘A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.’
Maya Angelou
She was my inspriation to start writing poetry and is an inspriational woman.

What Does It Mean

What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Ripped apart at re-welded seams
Can it be?
Can it be?
Blindness in pure sight
Where darkness beams

Questions then asked
Questions then asked
Answers felled with no ends to see
Knowledge grown
Knowledge grown
Aware of everything
When idiocy is known

Nothing to be shown
Nothing to be shown
Hidden in plain sight where flowers grow
Is this real?
Is this real?
Can love spawn hate and
Loathing be love’s remains?

What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Stitched back up with broken seams

JS
18/3/13

Waiting For You

The world feels ever smaller
With the twisting of the screw
This life feels ever shorter
With every day I’m not with you
My heart it beats much slower
When I think what we’ve been through
And now there is just longing
For our time to now be due

JS
4/7/11