Dreaming of Ambriel

Interstellar Curse

2010-09-12T14:54:00.000+01:00

The darkness in between the stars is so black, deep and vast.
Filled with interstellar dust that floats forever. Always lasts.
It falls to this planet and yet we fail to see it come.
It curses us with plagues that can never be undone.

This interstellar curse is so heavy on my shoulders
Beneath the dark sky I hide beneath a big fat boulder.
I close my eyes, breathe so deep, unaware of silent alarms
The glass-like dust rips through my lungs, breaking all of my charm.

The star dust that we dream of, and its protective glow at night
Is far more destructive than a gun slinging fight.
This curse has taken hold of me, my friends drop one by one.
I cannot hold you close to me for fear you'll be undone.

I'm sorry that you feel as if I push you far away,
It is much better if I do not come out to play.
This interstellar curse breaks friendships up so fast, so quick.
They sink down so quickly like a big cement brick

I think this dust has cursed me, as I find myself alone.
This curse can find its way to me through holes in the o-zone.
Interstellar curses are rife throughout the world,
They bee-line for my heart and mind. Destroy my very soul.

The Hokey Cokey

2010-09-04T16:21:00.004+01:00

The Hokey Cokey was a game we used to play,
Set to a song, we would sing this everyday.
Shaking our legs, turning with glee,
Wiggling our arms, we would feel so free.

Whilst standing in circles we would all play this game,
Adults and children, we would all look the same.
Up our bodies this dance would spread and flow,
Moving and shaking, even our heads would have a go.

One line would confuse me, a philosophy of sorts,
A statement that would leave me floundering for thought.
"You do the Hokey Cokey and you turn around
That's what it's all about"

If the Hokey Cokey is what it's really all about,
Then why do we set rules and laws that others seem to flout?
Why do we search for the meaning of this life?
Why are hunger, disease and poverty so rife?

I think about this daily and I wonder to myself,
What if this is the answer that is hiding on the shelf,
So dusty and so old it is right before our eyes,
We quest for statements that quite frankly could be lies!

So from this day I ask of you to question just one thing.
What if the Hokey Cokey is really what we think?
Perhaps it is really what it's all about.
I dare you to think and I dare you to doubt.

Footsteps In My Mind

2010-09-04T12:16:00.007+01:00

Everlasting tunnels into my open mind,
Doorways and archways that withhold the test of time.
I welcome you in, but be wary of your step,
Beyond the old passageways lay rooms of such depth.

Shallow pools beneath the arches filled with salty tears,
The waters sit so still, tainted with long past fears.
Spiders in the corners catching memories in their webs,
Stuck to silken strings, dreams caught around the edge.

A long way down into the corridor of thoughts,
You may notice the debris that seems to litter the floor.
Leave what you see where it is, one movement will disrupt,
A lifetime of thinking, dreaming, feeling. If you touch it shall erupt.

Don't whisper too loudly, your breath carries quite a force,
Beware you do not ruin the memories at their source.
Turn left into the dark, and grab a flame-lit torch,
You can see the echos of my mind hiding underneath the porch.

They beckon you into the dark stone rooms.
Never ending. Everlasting. Ideas ooze from cracked cocoons.
Embrace my young self, cover her childish eyes,
Ideas too far fetched may inspire her soul to fly.

As you walk through the tunnels and pathways in my head,
Allow yourself a moment to meet those who in the outside world are dead.
Memories and stories, so unique to this old palace
You move into a room that is covered in blank canvass.

Take your seat, my young self runs to the corner and dims the lights.
Images start to flash and the canvas comes to life.
You see me age, day by day. You watch my mind unfold.
Memories so precious that until this moment were untold.

I have no doubt you recognise the influence you did leave.
Flashbacks from my life. Similar to those you did perceive.
You seem to recall these memories in a different light I'm sure.
My take on such events, to you, may seem so very obscure.

The movies stop. The lights flash up. You think you are alone.
My childhood self has disappeared, replaced by a version unknown.
This Ideal Me will take your hand, and lead you out the door.
A visit so brief it leaves you almost wanting more.

Disturbing sounds come bounding up, not wanting to be outdone.
My ideal self picks up a sword and beckons for you to run.
The everlasting tunnels shorten to make your exit swift,
Perfection falls to save you and it opens up a rift.

The door appears. The light shines through. The floor is firm and cold.
The portals open up as my mind releases its tender hold.
Back in the world of wakefulness my mind to you is hazy,
So full of random happenings you wonder if I am crazy.

2010-08-31T15:07:00.001+01:00

Ahenobarbus

2010-08-14T11:56:00.002+01:00

You say you hate to see me hurt, and you hate to see me cry.
So all those times you hurt me, did you close your eyes?
It was so hard to hear you lie and accuse me of the same,
So how can you sit right there and justify the blame?

It's almost easy to walk away, you don't make me want to stay.
Sometimes it's better to be alone, no-one can hurt me that way.
Perhaps I made you out to be much more than you could achieve.
The failings are all mine, not yours, and so for this I shall grieve.

2010-02-13T03:54:00.001Z

100 Years Of War

2010-02-13T03:09:00.004Z

It started with a man called Franz. His body cold and dead.
The death toll rose, from one to two. The third shot as he fled.
They lay atop each other, the ground drank as they bled.
Poppies would grow, their colour - the same Blood Red.

It was, alas, just the start, we follow on with more.
Bloodshed, violence, hatred, guns. A gruesome 100 year war.
Despicable actions condoned by those hiding under floors.
Never held accountable, they avoid the pointed sword.

And so it grew in quantities unseen before by man.
A death toll only rivalled by gas chambers in the camps.
Each body did not have a wound, only a number stamp.
The stench so rancid, thickening the air, so rank.

It started with a man called Franz. His fate was never sealed.
His mother unaware of how his birth could bloody open fields.
The bodies now are still as ripe, the stink is hard to bear.
The war continues in a rage, without an altruistic air.

And still no end we see in sight. No choice of survival or flight.
The war is intrinsic with our lives, we know of no other plight.
Hatred runs deep in our veins, the curse of human life.
It shall be extinguished only with that last thought of fights.

100 years of pain and death. Our minds are terror-bound.
The Earth shall shake and boil and crash, opening the ground.
Our eyes shall open one by one, seeing what we've done.
100 years of pain and death can never be undone.

That Moment

2010-02-13T03:00:00.002Z

Delayed dreams, waiting on the side
Developing, somehow ripening, until the time arrives.
Such aspirations held off until it's time to hide,
Inside your mind, you drift to sleep, within your comfort dreams,
A beautiful elation sweeps over and fills your self-esteem.

Close your eyes. Blissfully delve into the treasure trove.
Selecting carefully your cast, your setting in a dim alcove.
Suddenly you rearrange to a boat floating in the mangroves.
Romance tonight? Or a moment of success? You settle on the first,
For me, I think, I'll climb aboard and quietly observe.

A short time passes, but a lifetime of visions,
You chop and change, fold and play, indecisive in your decisions.
Settling on the choicest cuts, your thoughts begin to torrent,
Between thought and sleep, you control the mood, if only for a moment,
I watch as you resist the urge to submit to Sleep's enticing merchant.

Sleep begins to make your dreams merge uncontrollably,
I take your hand and lead you back to a place where you can see.
This moment, so elusive, when you recall you'll forget to breathe,
Just one moment, and you feel it, as you drift off to Sleep.
All thoughts, and worries, banked memories stored. Feeling at ease.

Now I lose you to the dream inside, the boat floats far away.
I watch as you disappear amongst the trees that sway.
That moment, just one moment, so blissful and complete.
It's a shame you'll never understand what it means to defeat Sleep.
I hope you'll recall that moment without falling fast asleep.

Brilliant You

2010-02-13T02:45:00.002Z

Close your eyes and think of a time when you felt bliss.
A time when nothing and nobody could harm you with a kiss.
Dream of this repeatedly and try to recapture faith.
Brilliance exudes you. Put a smile back on that face.

Take a deep breath and hold it in. Count: One. Two. Three.
Let it out, and see how black the air turns with debris.
Inner turmoil in your mind is now nearly in the past.
Hold the thoughts of happiness, and try a hearty laugh.

It doesn't come immediately, but suddenly you'll see.
Clarity and rationale will help to set you free.
Believe in you. You are the best. You have everything to show.
Allow me to explain in quatrain-style prose.

Each of us has the ability to improve the world around.
One little action unique to us. Don't let another drown.
You understand the pain inside. It's a path that we all follow.
Responsible for saving lives just by dispelling sorrow.

Battered Cod

2010-02-13T02:34:00.003Z

It was a day of truth and lies. Mostly the latter.
If today was a fish, it would be covered in batter.
Hatred. Love. Disdain. Predominantly the last and the first.
Anger, tears and runny nose. No longer have that thirst.
Broken spirit. Nasty dreams. Breathing in the air.
Painful lungs and uprooted songs. Complete and utter despair.
Faded hopes fall farther into murky waters past.
Dreaming lost, Ambriel cross. Yesterday was such a contrast.
Black and brown and blue. The colours on this flag.
Fly it high to symbolise how life can really drag.

Escape

2010-02-13T02:08:00.005Z

I wish I was an alien freewheeling on this orb,
Taking it to places that can never be explored.
However I am just like you, sitting here alone.
Wishing I was somewhere else, falling into the unknown.

If I could have one reason why I feel so out of place,
I think I'd point you out to be my life's biggest disgrace.
A bully who can anger me. One who really breaks me down.
In doing so you conquer me, and so I'm emotionally run-down.

I wish I was a little bird who flies so free and high.
One little bird who tweets a lot and never learns to sigh.
Alas I am just human with all my flaws unveiled.
If life is a test, I should have revised, as I think I'll be failed.

I think I'll try to find a way to refresh, reboot, restart.
I'll walk out of this test and into another - this time shielding my heart.
It's shattered and it's broken, its diseased my soul and head,
My eyes, so tired from crying, feel like they're lined with lead.

I wish I was an alien, joyriding all through space.
I'd stop by stars and visit moons, and feel warm in their embrace.
I wish I was an alien, so very far from here.
Then perhaps I could live my life without recoiling in fear.

2010-01-19T01:26:00.003Z

Silence is golden

2010-01-19T01:17:00.002Z

Words are insignificant if they're overused,
So sit back and enjoy the silence while you ponder and muse.

Dreaming of Ambriel

2009-06-11T00:33:00.000+01:00

A momentary thought elapses into scenes,
A movie could not rival the visions in my dreams.
As I drift I slowly hear a voice that gently calls my name,
Ambriel stands before me, and suggest we play a game,
A game of dual identities, but revealing all the same.

We sit, we play, a few more times, before I see a loop
Momentarily I realise that the scenes contain a truth.
One second I was full of joy, and then deflated with sorrow,
I begged you to understand how I'm thinking of tomorrow.
My alter ego cries, then turns to hesitantly follow.

Such comfort! Ambriel's voice appeared directly in my mind,
Reassuringly he points to the sky, where the stars were perfectly aligned.
I knew it was not a choice, but a lifelong ambition to see,
All that life could show and offer to me.
Me, I could be whoever or wherever I want to be.

Ironically it's a dream that's revealed the path for me,
A truth I had always know, but was too afraid to see.
I think of times I thought I'd heard them whisper on the breeze.
A passion to travel upon the winds of all the high seas.
Ambriel could show me, but only I can make my dreams come true.

2009-06-11T00:17:00.000+01:00

Mr Siggins

2009-05-13T01:27:00.003+01:00

I always wish I had told you right from the start,
That you inspired me in everything; science and arts.
Philosophical thought and analytical brain,
I wish I could explain how it all feels the same.

From that first teaching you imparted upon me,
A glimpse of such wisdom, I was too young to see.
I wish I could see you just once, my old mentor,
To give you my thanks for laying the path for adventure.

I recall the dusty room, my peers asleep at their desks,
Yet I was captivated with your tales of druids and sects.
The lesson of history is how to analyse mistakes,
So we can better society and avoid a remake.

So to you, Mr Siggins, I write these few words,
To honour in my way the way you changed my world.
An hour a week, 7 years of my life,
Your lessons inspired me to live and to write.

Thank you.

Cold Death

2009-05-07T00:51:00.002+01:00

The difficulty of saying goodbye haunts my every thought,
I stand here with eyes wide open, head full of remorse.
The chill of sadness pricks my skin, arousing every sense,
I feel as if you are beside me, the air is now thick and dense.

A stranger once bestowed upon me an epitomic piece of advice,
That friendships are the key, not to existence, but life.
In these quiet few moments, I ponder this thought,
For our friendship was full, yet I feel no remorse.

I shall miss your companionship, but now this time has ended,
With each little pill your voice will be rescinded.
Quietly, quietly, you shall fade away, your cries are my own doing,
A cold death awaits you, and I contemplate my solitary ruin.

No longer with companionship, just my own mind, so clear.
It echos and bounces and I feel full of fear.
Such a little thing stands between your voice on my breath,
Is resurrection possible from a cold death?

2009-05-04T17:14:00.003+01:00

Encephalon

2009-05-04T16:45:00.001+01:00

Mortality, it's not progressive,
It's senescent bodies, degenerative.
Mentally amplified, physically silenced,
A world around us that rages with violence

Dilapidated buildings crumble in the haze,
Evanescent existence, continually fades.
Bullet holes like memories, scar tissue invokes stories,
Of misspent youth, and misrepresented glories.

Withering leaves represent all our fears,
Aging, shrivelling, we all disappear.
What will be in 10 years or more?
Wrinkly features, sagging to the floor?

Ethereal dust, memories in the breeze,
Our ceasing existence floats freely through the trees.
Fears of mortality defeats relativity.
Physical state suffers from ephemerality.