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…
There is only a silhouette, a shadow without form No flesh, no substance, Scribbled shading within vaguely sketched lines Floating through the world, Action without reaction Words without thought Aping reality, going through the motions Shadows cast by nothing Powerless and meaningless This is who we are now A world full of silhouettes Flickering through…
We spotted it in my mum’s garden. It had shiny green tinted feathers around its neck area, a grey and white head. Beautiful, as pigeons go. It was drinking from a dripping tap and having a bit of an impromptu shower. A little odd, we thought. Then it started to walk away and we noticed…
The future becomes the present becomes the past in the blink of an eye Intention must happen before action a constant looking to the future I will cook a meal I will go for a walk I will sweep the floor Reflection comes after a glance back at the past I’m glad I did this…
It’s an inconvenience mostly sometimes it’s a real joke And at the end of it all we don’t want to hear it don’t want to know shut our eyes and put our fingers in our ears and pretend it isn’t happening ‘Hey!’ we shout ‘Why don’t you smile? Why don’t you get a life,…
As you walk down a path, shaded by trees and flanked by bushes and undergrowth, you wonder, what lies around the bend? And you long to see, to know, to immediately grasp everything to come. But even if you could, you wouldn’t. That would be like skipping ahead to read the last page of a…
One by one by streets and cities countries fall silent one by one turning out the lights the world waits, and wonders how long will it be until it’s all okay again And then what? Business as usual? Back to murder and war poverty and injustice pollution and destruction Business as usual or even…
Spreading her cloak of red and golden leaves she comes, heralding fecundity the bounty of the good earth ready for harvest Her cloak billows out and the trees understand mimicking her colours in the long winding down as Nature relaxes, settles preparing for bed Bring in the gifts of God to His people…
If I were you, and you were me things would be different, you see I’d be the one with all the clout and you would be at my mercy You’d plead with me to change my mind I would savour your pain And pityingly, I would say … no, wait, let’s start again …
I never felt the knife Thin and oh so sharp elegant and shiny sliding in smoothly under the rib cage into my heart For my own good, you said it’s better this way, you’ll see life is so much better when you’re dead Knife comes out bright blood contrasting the metal sheen I…
