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 Jul 2016
CRAZY DAISY
early morning sunrise
sitting on my favorite pillow
lush royal purple with golden braid
nag champa incense burning
a slight breeze, smoke swirling
tibetan singing bowls
and my prayer beads
 Jul 2016
Darrel Weeks
Lost between heaven is God
Somewhere between hell is God
Voice of the moon
Cries out with the joy of solitude
Is lonely are we lonely
Do we see with no eyes
Do we feel with no dream
How to live where love stands alone

Oh voice of the moon
Release me from this sea of despair
That I may see your face again
And feel your warm protection
Hold back the tears we feel
That will dry and fade
Perhaps heart give place to shine
God keep your sleep eternal
I wrote this for my later father
Try everything in heaven or earth
I have a far better chance of listening to a voice from the moon than hearing you speak again
 Jul 2016
Stephan
.

He sits on a hill
crying tears of rejection
Searching for love
but to chase it away

Calling the clouds
hanging low in the heavens
Blind to the light
in its abstract display

There all alone
hearing voices on breezes
Swears it is him
they are talking about

Recording echoes
on pages of reasons
Counting each one
on his fingers of doubt

Feeling the sweat
as it drips past his hairline
Filling the cracks
that have formed on his skin

Drowning the dreams
of the flooded temptations
Closing his eyes
just to try once again

Falling apart,
tiny pieces now crumble
Pebbles of life
cast to reaches below

Back to the earth
if the soil will have him
Maybe this time
something better will grow
 Jul 2016
Darrel Weeks
Move into the light
Leave the ghost in the shadows
For those blinded by darkness
There is no fear in the light
I guess we all fear the dark but feel it is like a noose all hoping that the rope doesn't break
 Jul 2016
Darrel Weeks
Lived my life with eyes wide open
But since I have seen you
There is nothing left to see

For this I have no sight
But look upon love with a view
That's carries vision on
 Jul 2016
Darrel Weeks
If you don't throw the stone
The pool won't ripple
And if you want a tidal wave look for a bigger stone
And throw it with all your might
 Jul 2016
Darrel Weeks
Through our lives
We clamber up the mountain
All we have been stands behind us
All we are to be above
When we reach the summit we learn
the climb is struggle
The ascent into heaven is the reward
 Jul 2016
Darrel Weeks
Despair in sadness has no limit
Passing away is like the passing of time
An inexorable ticking clock
I wait by its door
For you to open my fettered soul  

My love was born from you
The fire will burn forever
I see you in the eyes of my children
My feet are firm from your strength
My heart is broken by your loss

I struggle to concentrate on memories
Search my heart for times to retell
But I find them closed
Until fate by chance hands me a feeling
And they flood over me and
Cover me with love

I know that we will be together forever
Dedicated to my father if he knew how much it hurts his heart would be broken also
RIP. 18/06/15
 Jul 2016
rained-on parade
Fog
I.

No, don't go now. Please
don't go now; the fog is creating ghosts
out of people and we're breathing clouds out of our mouths.
Tell me about that time when you held your breath
under the lake for six years and still survived;
tell me how if I do that, it'll never work.
I'm not a sea God
any more.


II.

My knees tell better stories than my tongue
ever did, please don't; wretched hive harangues
the mind in a plague, can't you see I'm holding you down
and telling you you're all I ever wanted,
you're all I ever wanted; your head is the stuff of dreams
you're all I ever wanted; you can put your arm
right through me and only feel mist;
I am fog. I'm creating ghosts out of you.

III.

Make it up to me in a rainbow of hues of grey;
at the end of it I'm holding my ribs open. I've never
been more colourful and sad at the same time.
You're the mirrors to my house; stay
has always sounded better than don't go

yet neither seems to work anymore.
 Jul 2016
Finley in Despair
I miss being around you all the time
A longing I couldn't even begin to describe
That holiday with you was something else
Something I do believe I've never felt
From sunrise to sunset
From kissing your shoulders
To getting our feet wet
As we walked along the beach

Hand in hand and heart in mouth
The tide's swooshing hisses
That soothing feeling; what life's about
I should mention
I don't really like the ocean
On the surface it seems barren
Yet it can swallow anything whole
But in your company, the world, the sea and all of its untold misery couldn't really bother me

It's like the warm breeze was your love, I enjoyed it in moderation and in abundance
I miss that feeling of you squeezing me
Tighter and tighter
On the back of that quad bike
As we rode down that mountain
And in to the night
I was probably a bit over zealous
What can I say, that's what I like
To live fast and die a part of you
Would be my happily ever after

Swimming pools, night clubs, bars, restaurants, shopping, walking, riding, drinking and dining
Were all just fancy ways of saying
'Spending time with you'
In thirty degree dry heat
At the hotel in our room
After an argument or two
Recovering from extreme partying
...and too much sun
I would try to lay close to you
When even the silence screamed I love you

I will never forget it gorgeous
These memories of us I cherish
Zante 2016
 Jul 2016
Darrel Weeks
Have you ever wondered
Why a river is pulled towards the sea
But the ocean crashes against the rocks
How the sun smiles
But the moon weeps
How the trees whisper in the breeze
But argue emotion  in the wind

Have you ever considered
How minutes pass us by
But time stands still when in love
Why the tears of angels fall
But in praise voices are raised to heaven
How death is a passing
But is the gift of life reborn
 Jun 2016
AB
Life is quite eccentric,
Its motives are arcane,
Storms may rage and sputter.
The sun may rise again.

Agony may perish.
Ecstasy may dwindle.
Days may last forever.
Time may lie or swindle.

Life’s but a dalliance;
A ripple on a wave.
All in life that’s certain
Is life cannot be saved.

Will you be encumbered on the day your life says goodnight?
Or will you melt in anguish as your soul takes final flight?
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