Nyx

Sunlight man
In my head
In my core.
All around.

Wanted
Unwanted
Feared
Loved

Sunlight man,
Who are you?
Why can I
Not touch you?

You shine on me
You shine on all
And all can see.
All but me.

Sunlight man
I’ve come too close
And now I’ve become
Blind.

Sunlight man
Too many questions
Too many answers
And I can’t speak.

Sunlight man
It isn’t fair
That you touch
But cannot be touched.

I wave a white flag.
I am so broken
Down
That I am
Now
A void.
A black hole
Silently
SUcking
Swallowing
All meaning
‘Til it consumes
Itself.

And

Suddenly
There
Within
The Darkness
Everything
Is
Clear.
The light of the universe
Is shining

Through me

Dreams written
With invisible ink
On invisible page.
Questions
Not yet formed
Leap
Like impatient frogs
In the muddy swamp
Of the universe
In my…
In me…

Storms Rage.
More questions
No answers.
Walls.
Searching
Everywhere
And nowhere
Never a meaning
To know.
Fragments.
Some kind of snail
Creeps along
Slippery, sliding, slimy.
It watches
A Butterfly
Flutter by
And wonders
What it is.

There’s
A pair
Of eyes
That are looking
But cannot see.
There’s
A seed
That’s trying
To…
Be…
But…
?

Nowhere.
Now
Here…
?

Sparks, flashes,
Electricity
Rains, floods,
Destruction.
Walls will crumble,
Suffering, pain,
Meaning slowly
Fades away.

And suddenly
You can see.

The winds begin to still.
The floods begin to drain.
The pain subsides,
Because it was never there.

In the stillness
You view the wreckage.
There is nothing left.
So you rejoice.

In the stillness
You can see.

The storms will rage,
But open your eyes.
Let them rage,
But watch.
Eventually,
You will see,

This is
The storm before the calm.

There is so much that Life seems to offer. Every Moment carries Infinite Potential, Infinite Opportunities that can be made use of.

It’s so easy to fall apart, to be lazy, numb, to complain… but the Truth is that Our Lives are in Our Own Hands. In fact, the whole Universe is In Our Hands.

So are we going to sit on our behinds and rape, destroy, consume the Earth that so lovingly Nourishes Us, or are we going to Stand Up and Accept that Everything is One, make a Change??

A Conscious Change.

Seize the Moment, Enter the Flow, Move Forward. Always in Faith. Move Forward.

We have a Choice.

So this is my new blog. My original is www.writers-block.blog.co.uk, and will still be in use, but I am maintaining this as my main blog site.

The sun begins to rise.
A poet wakes to greet the morning.
Two young lovers kiss the day away.
The sun begins to set.

The sun begins to rise.
An artist goes to sleep.
A girl dies without her love’s last goodbye.
The sun begins to set.

The sun begins to rise.
A musician shoots up one final time.
A young man has lost his one true love.
The sun begins to set.

The sun begins to rise.
Nothing has changed.
Hearts are still broken.
Love remains unconfessed.
Sorrow and pain rule their worlds.
The sun can no longer set.

within the dark communion of self awareness
there lies a void called ego
an endless fusion of stillness and chaos
to bring its death can bring rebirth
I want to freeze the time
(dissolve into gray)
as we disintegrate the light
let the rain come down,
let the solitude surround
I want to change the lines
and purify the divide
are we ever free or slaves to technology
Outside the fallen walls of pride and prejudice
there is a voice that speaks in circles
empty illusions still fall before us
there is no future so profess your pain

Eyes of glass and skin of steel,
The belt just keeps on moving.
Five digits here, five more right there
And plastic nails upon them.

A coat of paint, a latex smile,
The machine creates machines.
This one’s a woman, this a man,
But they all just look the same.

An extra thumb, a crooked tooth
Sent to be recycled.
A perfect face, a perfect race
Of only man-made men.