If there is any lesson I've felt and known more keenly this year its the lesson of how things keep changing. We are all our own free agents. Everyone makes choices everyday and there's no turning back from them. We don't even understand that when it happens...but I think eventually I'll come to accept how little is within my control.
GoinG ForwardS
Going forwards
Not going back
Going forwards
Staying on track
Going forwards
Moving on never walking back
Going forwards
No regrets no past just
Going forwards
Unknown possibilities and opportunity
Going forwards
Feeling always afraid
Going forwards
No chance for relief
Going forwards
People and places will pass and all you can do is keep
Going forwards
A collection of poems and musings by a rookie poet and constant dreamer - J.O.S.H
Sunday, 6 November 2011
Horizon Driving
Some of the most magical experiences in my life have been listening to music while going on long drives. Perhaps the best is sitting silently beside a girl you love knowing both of you are loving the music and the feeling of watching the world pass by.
It's a feeling I miss and recently the
Movie Drive wanted me to try and capture that feeling. That feeling is Horizon Driving.
HORIZON DRIVING
Colours blurring kaleidoscope red blue green yellow brown
Flashes of red cherry
That dress of studded leather green
Blue summertime waves
Waves that swirl like your hair curls
Bright yellow wisps and ghosts floating in the air
Only going never slowing
Horizon driving
Cranking on the tar track
Reaching water reaching ground
Breaking speed breaking sound
Playing colours maroon and brown
Playing with your neck and your honey eyes
Sunshine and flecked light
Through the windows
Invading purple pink yellow orange and blue
Shadows mixing shapes of light
Shadows mixing shades of night
This is where we are horizon driving
Coasting to a point that isn't there
Soaring like wind blowing high in the air
It's a feeling I miss and recently the
Movie Drive wanted me to try and capture that feeling. That feeling is Horizon Driving.
HORIZON DRIVING
Colours blurring kaleidoscope red blue green yellow brown
Flashes of red cherry
That dress of studded leather green
Blue summertime waves
Waves that swirl like your hair curls
Bright yellow wisps and ghosts floating in the air
Only going never slowing
Horizon driving
Cranking on the tar track
Reaching water reaching ground
Breaking speed breaking sound
Playing colours maroon and brown
Playing with your neck and your honey eyes
Sunshine and flecked light
Through the windows
Invading purple pink yellow orange and blue
Shadows mixing shapes of light
Shadows mixing shades of night
This is where we are horizon driving
Coasting to a point that isn't there
Soaring like wind blowing high in the air
Bread Crumbs
Welcome to November everyone, I'm not sure where this poem fits. I've actually been immersed in the soundtrack of Drive. It's 80s synth beats have inspires the next poem.
Id like to think this isn't a poem about a little girl at all it's just a feeling. That sense of trying to be normal when your world changes radically.
Bread Crumbs
Mama left us breadcrumbs
Daddy just left
Now we lie in bed
keeping quiet
keeping secret
being good
Brush your teeth
Jump into bed
Rest and rinse
Don’t forget
The bad gunky water is not for
Your mouth or your throat
But belongs in the sink
Dress nice
Play with the other boys or girls
Don’t talk first
Don’t interrupt
Don’t cry or get mad
Don’t hit or kick
Play nice be kind
Smile when your sad
Be happy life’s never too sad
Id like to think this isn't a poem about a little girl at all it's just a feeling. That sense of trying to be normal when your world changes radically.
Bread Crumbs
Mama left us breadcrumbs
Daddy just left
Now we lie in bed
keeping quiet
keeping secret
being good
Brush your teeth
Jump into bed
Rest and rinse
Don’t forget
The bad gunky water is not for
Your mouth or your throat
But belongs in the sink
Dress nice
Play with the other boys or girls
Don’t talk first
Don’t interrupt
Don’t cry or get mad
Don’t hit or kick
Play nice be kind
Smile when your sad
Be happy life’s never too sad
Friday, 28 October 2011
Without
One final poem to round out the month. We've had Walt we've had some dark and some light. This is a final taste of dark. The final two poems have a common theme of loneliness and belonging I hope you enjoy Without. What is Without for you ?
WITHOUT
There's so many ways to be lonely
Too many
And There's so many ways is only growing
It's empty in the crowd
Shouting loud but only in your head
Deep in your mind shrieking screaming yelling crying
never a break from realization
Never a break from feeling or thinking
No off switch for moods or insanity
Refrain after refrain
Chorus after chorus
Song after song
Of grim desolation and turbulence
But in silent winds that envelope nothing
And in a blank endless desert plain without feeling
Without is what lies within
Without cannot help but phrase itself as a question
Why does this happen
Why the endless banality
Why the never-ending hope
Why hope why think it'll be any different
Wander torn and tear
But beyond the flesh is the rending
The gentle first rip and then the breaking as everything breaks
And the anti-substance spills
Perhaps into the without where it at last rests
the without that I am trapped within.
WITHOUT
There's so many ways to be lonely
Too many
And There's so many ways is only growing
It's empty in the crowd
Shouting loud but only in your head
Deep in your mind shrieking screaming yelling crying
never a break from realization
Never a break from feeling or thinking
No off switch for moods or insanity
Refrain after refrain
Chorus after chorus
Song after song
Of grim desolation and turbulence
But in silent winds that envelope nothing
And in a blank endless desert plain without feeling
Without is what lies within
Without cannot help but phrase itself as a question
Why does this happen
Why the endless banality
Why the never-ending hope
Why hope why think it'll be any different
Wander torn and tear
But beyond the flesh is the rending
The gentle first rip and then the breaking as everything breaks
And the anti-substance spills
Perhaps into the without where it at last rests
the without that I am trapped within.
Left Behind
Hey
I see you smiling laughing
Upon that distant frame
Did I tell you your smile lit up
Rooms
Well it did and still does
I can see you now
Without seeing you
Its odd but somehow
There's traces that what you
Were is still there in that picture
Frame
Remember you cried
Do you remember how much you
Said you'd miss me
Yeah I know it was a different time
And a different you
Yeah you think it sounds odd
But you are different
Which scares me cos i feel the same
Am i the same
And why is that the way
When does it happen
And do you feel it happening
Does something leak out of you
Did it make you sad
Or was it too late by the time
You realized
I heard you don't have much time
Heard your very busy
Yes working hard
And i guess im proud
Or at least I ought to be
I can't say what's changed
It wasn't my choice after all
And how can I know what you thought
Or what you will think of me
Perhaps all I can hope is maybe
You don't forget me entirely
But now I'm sad your lips don't move
Because this isn't you at all
Its just a picture in a frame
But you look happy
So happiness is infectious
So I've been told
I don't know why your smiling sweet girl
But I'll smile too and maybe somewhere your smiling
And maybe just Maybe you might pause
And remember me
And maybe that might join us
But I don't believe in any of that and
Neither do you so I'll just sit here
And you be where ever you need to be
You do what you need live as you like
It's okay I'm absolutely sold on
This and for what it's worth
Part of me is glad of it
Not all of me just part
I am only human
And I do miss you and I do love you
Want you and perhaps imagine I need you
But there's no point I'll look away for now
Goodbye
I see you smiling laughing
Upon that distant frame
Did I tell you your smile lit up
Rooms
Well it did and still does
I can see you now
Without seeing you
Its odd but somehow
There's traces that what you
Were is still there in that picture
Frame
Remember you cried
Do you remember how much you
Said you'd miss me
Yeah I know it was a different time
And a different you
Yeah you think it sounds odd
But you are different
Which scares me cos i feel the same
Am i the same
And why is that the way
When does it happen
And do you feel it happening
Does something leak out of you
Did it make you sad
Or was it too late by the time
You realized
I heard you don't have much time
Heard your very busy
Yes working hard
And i guess im proud
Or at least I ought to be
I can't say what's changed
It wasn't my choice after all
And how can I know what you thought
Or what you will think of me
Perhaps all I can hope is maybe
You don't forget me entirely
But now I'm sad your lips don't move
Because this isn't you at all
Its just a picture in a frame
But you look happy
So happiness is infectious
So I've been told
I don't know why your smiling sweet girl
But I'll smile too and maybe somewhere your smiling
And maybe just Maybe you might pause
And remember me
And maybe that might join us
But I don't believe in any of that and
Neither do you so I'll just sit here
And you be where ever you need to be
You do what you need live as you like
It's okay I'm absolutely sold on
This and for what it's worth
Part of me is glad of it
Not all of me just part
I am only human
And I do miss you and I do love you
Want you and perhaps imagine I need you
But there's no point I'll look away for now
Goodbye
Tuesday, 25 October 2011
Channels of Light
Sometimes it's fun to just explore in words. It's funny watching where thoughts lead. Ultimately I'd say this is such a passage an exploration and also a revealing.
Poetry I have always believed is closer to how we actually feel not necessarily think, but feel.
Channels of light
Channels of day
Strands Of light
Rivulets running light
Dewy morning
Dewy wet morning light
The light as it flows
The light as it flows out of the
blue pearls of your eyes
The light of your eyes
The light of fate
Poetry I have always believed is closer to how we actually feel not necessarily think, but feel.
Channels of light
Channels of day
Strands Of light
Rivulets running light
Dewy morning
Dewy wet morning light
The light as it flows
The light as it flows out of the
blue pearls of your eyes
The light of your eyes
The light of fate
Saturday, 22 October 2011
The Corridor
I was walking up to work on Friday morning. I walk up this steep wide road called Bridge Street for any Sydney siders, to work and the light was just shining down the street. All I saw ahead of me was this blazing yellow light it was incredibly beautiful and all I thought was one word. Corridor. I wrote it in my notebook instantly and it was only this morning that I thought up a poem to go along with what I saw.
The Corridor
The light whirls down the funnel
down the funnel corridor
like it has before
every day since its human construction
and yet the light
the light trickles here just like
any brook or stream
just as any in nature
and why is this and what is this
that a corridor of tall skyscrapers
can do this
why on earth should it appear
as a shimmering halo atop the climb
each day and who can tell
who can ever truly know
the source and ways of lights
twisting down these corridors
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