Hidden

If only I could show you all the things you cannot see
Like scars that I have hidden on the darker side of me
The cuts that tell a story of a life you do not know
Where only in a mirror is my tragedy on show
I wonder would you want me if you saw the real truth?
The razor tracks that I disguise that hold the very proof
From when I needed only pain to help me through a day
The hurt that dwells inside me never seems to go away
And if I let you closer would you understand my pain
Or would you break what others broke in pieces once again?
I wonder would you turn your back and simply disappear?
As that is what I've grown to dread and most of all I fear

The Clown

The broken hearted love sick clown

Wore his smile upside down

The audience all laughed at him

Although he knew not why!

He looked upon the happy crowd

And shouted out his thoughts aloud

"I cannot take this pain much more...

And I just want to die!"

He climbed the ladder high... then higher

Put a foot upon the wire

Stumbled out and walked the tightrope 

Looking down on all

The audience they stared

Upon the clown who had prepared

To stop the laughter and the heartache with his fall

Friends

Friends are just ghosts from a moment in time

Part of this life (or this pantomime) 

Some only "Bit Parts" that breeze on through

Others through storms are still loyal and true

Years are the tests for the ones who were real

Those with a feeling of how you might feel

Others just cling to a desperate past

From a time within time not intended to last

When friends who were friends are not friends anymore

It shows that they weren't friends before 

In Spirit

The white man came to our land

He would not leave us alone

We prayed but he demanded

But he terrorised our home

Our buffalo he slaughtered 

Our trees he brought to ground

No singing filled these meadows 

Just the gun fires deafening sound

And the white man he grew stronger

With his guns he won, says he!

He put our land in shackles 

This land no longer free

So our blood enriched these soils

And our spirits filled the air

The White man says he killed us

Yet we are forever there 

A Different View

Sometimes, you just have to turn on it. Raise the finger... Not give a shit. Do whatever the "normal" don't. Go wherever the others won't. If you feel like you don't belong, then take a chance on the labelled "Wrong" As what's bad for them may be right for you... So try out a different view

Avalokiteśvara

Avalokiteśvara. Ten worlds high. Watching and listening from a far distant sky. Prayers that are worthy shall be answered with love. As the god of compassion looks down from above

Autumn (Natures Artist)

Autumn (Natures Artist)

Soon the seasons change in colour
Blending into one another
Mosaic leaves shall paint the land
Enhanced by mother natures hand
Reds and Browns will cover all
As from the trees the colours fall
Spiralling before they lay
As autumns own display