The Repetition of history

It’s what they say, isn’t it? That history must be remembered So it won’t be repeated But that hardly works in life Warfare and butchery are nothing new And certainly not forgotten But still it happens again and again Preying of rich upon poor Injustice in courts of law Inscribed in texts from ancient times…

Untold Story

Nothing but small talk Hello how are you lovely weather we’re having Hide behind the words so no one knows Your untold story Chatter echoes in an empty void A shield of nothing disguising the truth No one knows you No one wants to know No one hears the silence of your words Everyone’s chatter…

Dreaming of Monsters

Lying in bed in the pitch-black night The small child strains her eyes to see Strains her ears to hear every sound Ghosties and ghoulies and things that go bump Swallow you down, body and soul Take you away to the world of the dead Many years later, all grown up Lying in bed in…

Floating

On the waters of forever Through the mists of time and remembrance We wander, each one of us alone While eternity of stars wheels above us While the earth beneath spins, and spins again While the eons pass We speak the slow and careful language Of the universe We taste its mysterious wonder We weep…

Third Act

It’s time for the resolution of the story So, what’s it going to be? From the time you enter, stage left, Everything has led to this moment And now it’s time to find out Are you the hero of your own story Maybe you’re the villain Or even just a chorus member In someone else’s…

Tide

Shattered on shores lie all the wreckage of hopes and dreams Rocks and shoals bar the way to safe harbour Winds howl, waves roar And a life lies in pieces on unrelenting stone This is the time and place To get back in the game Take up hammer and nails Put the pieces back together…

The many of me

All the me inside my head Each one has a different opinion And they’re all shouting as loud as can be How can I tell which one is the real me All those different thoughts competing for space All the muddled feelings tangling together Rendering me wordless, mute No way to speak the pain of…

The Shape of Music

Music’s got to keep moving If it stands still it’s not music at all Just a single note, alone and purposeless Music’s got to run, you see Like a river flowing down to the sea Music has to ebb and flow To build rainbows in the sky Among clouds passing by On that cusp on…

The Scent of Flowers

On a spring evening in the garden The cool wind blows And brings on its currents the scent of the season Rose, jasmine, lavender A heady fragrance of new beginnings The bees sing joy of a bountiful harvest As they return to the hive with their feast Breathe it in, this gift of life Inhale…

The Stage Play

The past is a stage play all mixed up Some scenes are transfixed under spotlights Playing and replaying The drama and the trauma on endless loop Others are dim, moving occasionally, sluggishly They seem nicer but a lot harder to see And some are in the dark, unknown and unremembered We are the stage managers…