A Gentle Breeze

 

breeze

A gentle breeze wafts into your soul

Feels comfortingly familiar

As she brushes against your neck

Becomes a part of the moment

Fleeting in passing

But eternal in her effect

The briefest touch, a whispered warmth

That speaks from a heart

Suffused to overflowing with care

Like a breath on a cold winter morning

Condenses into memory’s mist

Hangs there suspended in time for a second

Then evaporates into the air

Billy 26/08/2017

 

 

 

 

 

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A Fluid Perspective

openminded

Questions arise and stalk the darkest corners of the mind

Taking long held beliefs and finding their resilience undefined

Carving out new pathways to truths once denied

Old bias creaks under the weight of logic being applied

I saw  things from a different point of view before

That you give to someone once, and they’ll just be back for more

But having chased that greener grass on the other side

I know the bitter taste and heavy heart of swallowed pride

There is no fall from grace, no justice scales that tip

Just harsh circumstance, and the misfortune to slip

And next you know, you’re no longer even worth a light

The cloak of invisibility that comes with any plight

We live in a World where successes are  measured

Empirical scales tell us what should be treasured

Where you judge how your “progress” stands against others

Only seeing rivals, where you should be seeing brothers

If only those who judge could be drawn across the schism

See this World with eyes that see compassion, not derision

Recognise the truth that all our dreams are built on fate

They may find some understanding in a way they can relate

But sadly I’m aware that this wont resonate with some

And when it comes to empathy, many are just numb

For even though our lives may forever intertwine

That won’t make your experiences, feel the same as mine

Soul Suckers

vamp

I see you

Hiding behind your fake-arsed social media lives

Where you can turn your back from the camera

To hide the knives

Sunlight in every picture

Like you never have to face the rain

When the truth is you’re using the shade

To hide the lines that mark the pain

A veneer of competence

An almost impish impudence

Screens the reality

As you scramble to find some personal relevance

Chasing validation

From those who have already accepted your ways

Basing your opinions

On things the next soothing snake-oil salesman says

Downright obsequious

In your attempts to always be the bride

But spread so thin you become no more than a sheen

Like highly polished pride

I see your pain in every cryptic status

“Look at me.. Don’t look at me”

It hits me like a scream

And becomes the only thing about you that I can see

It’s only because I recognise

That you have no control over this apparent need

That I don’t cover the vein and cut you off

But allow you to continue to feed

 

 

 

Billy 10/08/17