Simon the poet

feelings from a traveller along life's pathways

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I've travelled; I've lived here and there; always searching for something. And yet perhaps the one discovery of recent years has been the realisation that I have a strong clear voice inside. I listen so much to so many voices, some my own - despairing, angry, frustrated, scared. And I want to achieve so much! But what I'd really like is to reach out to you, call you to listen to your voice. And then who knows what might happen in this crazy world of ours. And I'd like to live on in your thoughts. Share what we have and who we are; what else can we do? We all have such strength and beauty and love - we just have to find the courage to show it - and to share it. Because that's where hope comes from. That's how I can face the future.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

thoughts at three am

Can it be for this?
The middle of the night waking
The sense of foreboding
The falling short
Stuck in some swamp
Alone

Is this all there is?
Struggling through mud
To some forsaken land
The dregs of life
Industrial swamp
Weary

So where to now?
The long waking trudge
The waiting for dawn
The weary step
The humid night
Drained

Where will it lead?
Abandoned again
Cast out
Like so much trash
Discarded in the dust
Used

Or will the sun shine?
Warm
Rejuvenated
Alive?

posted by Simon | 3:10 am

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