My walk home from school is an opportunity
To think about the day that has just gone
Nothing to stop my thoughts from flowing
As I walk through a familiar and welcoming path
It is an opportunity to look into the future
As I think about what awaits me tomorrow.
Why is it that there’s always a rush?
Either to get to a class or go catch a bus
Your folks constantly hurrying you on a telephone line
Always obsessed with the central concept of time
Forced to wonder; without time would there be decay.
To be frank, I couldn’t honestly say.
I know the answer to such a question profound,
But back in ages past a solution may be found.
However I guess for now we have to sit and try to understand That time waits for no man,
Either the tide of an arm or the drip of the sand.
The trees, greener than they ever were before
A silhouette that haunts me forever more
All my senses heightened and heart thumping
Noticing every little detail around me
The fear of never seeing it all again
What I once took for granted
This is how you always must have felt
But just that one time you felt it all too much
It consumed you and took you away
So now I feel it all for another day
But I will stay and you will not
All the memories I never forgot.
At the bench in Helganes
In that moment I knew
I’d said it many times before
But this time it was true
The rain was falling heavily
You were soaked and sad
I wore that bright banana coat
That had belonged to your dad.
I’d never seen you cry before
Or at least not by myself
I knew I couldn’t replace him
I just wanted to help
And though it’s all behind us
We’ve parted a couple steps
I’ll never forget your tears
On that bench in Helganes
Looking up – not at the stars –
but at the void that spans between them
The emptiness, the darkness, the peace
The feeling that up there,there is no pain
No worries, no fear, no grief
What if I could go up there and leave it all behind?
The suffering, the famine, the drought.
Who would I be to give up on hope
In love, in light, in life?
I can’t think of what I love
I’ve done a bit not much
I like things but it’s probably not love
I’m not a child but still not a man
Love still sorta confuses me
I can’t think of what I hate
Frustrated is about as mad as I’ve been
It’s very quickly forgotten though
I probably don’t care enough
About anything other than love.
A friend of mine left his home
To find somewhere better
But he was refused his refuge
In a system that doesn’t work
Without a home
Without the language
Without his wife
Without his daughter
Just another refugee to society
Just another hanged man.
Like a bird perched on a nest
A veil of protection atop my head
The idea of mourning and loss I did detest
Abhorring the image of an untimely death.
Whistling in the wind this woeful news breezed
Submitting my mortal soul
To a void that caused me to freeze
In my heart there is an unhealable hole.
As a mould of clay I was shaped
He listened to my childish desires
Clad in a black robe I am draped
His leaving left an everlasting fire.
I had a dream,
I walked right out
I touched the sky,
I felt the clouds
The thoughts in my head,
I could not find
I’ll make new ones
Leave them all behind
Dancing and singing
was all so fun
Sleeping and dreaming#
is just so dumb
make your future
Now is the time
It won’t get any better.
There I was standing
at the edge of the water
Water soaking up my feet
Sea shells crunching beneath
Crack crack they went
The noise of the ship’s horn in the distance
The child crying behind me
The crisps being eaten
The waves coming crashing in
They made me wash away
Not with the water
But in thought.
I look through a window
Through which the world is bright
This ocean of contentment
Darkness turns to light.
Until the sun starts to fade
The rain starts to pour
I slam the shutters of my windows
Bolt up my soul’s door.
Then once more