Martin Shone's Blog, page 34
March 12, 2016
Sanctuary
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Only the sanctuary of time
allows us to believe in the reality of our existence
for without this enveloping breath of creation
we would simply suffocate
in the blank vacuum of non-existence
The living are outnumbered by the vastness of death’s erosion
and so, in time
there shall be nothing but death
where only the echo of birdsong remains
and in its spectral solitude it shall mourn humanity and wait
Even though, with the abundance of chaos surrounding all and everything
there is a rationale percolating below the skin of life
where the next shadow of reality
is waiting to echo in whispers of beauty
that once-more melody, the sanctuary of time
The death which lands upon us all
is not so much a thing to be feared
but more of a thing to believe in
for change is simply
a new page of poetry
where, in the stillness
between light and dark
between sunshine and cloud
between wind and shadow
there is a silence, a solitude, a hope
waiting to be loved.
February 27, 2016
Symbiosis
The gentle touch of your fragrance
vibrates in soft echoes of tranquil smiles
upon the unpainted walls of my soul
and there, like a coffee-house welcome, the essence of you
silk-screens itself in phantom waves
of stained-glass infused moonlight
This silent breath of solitude
inhales the aroma of your redolent echo
and so becomes lost in the mystery of your soul
and there, just as music relaxes the mind into realms of imagination
so does moonlight relax the soul into realms of mystery
and so together they create a symbiosis of natural awareness
February 23, 2016
where dwells the heart
such a rose to inhale
such life within such a life within such poetry
and yet
how cold it is to be without it
how lonely
how tiring
and how painful is this echo of darkness
~
Poetry
where dwells the heart
February 8, 2016
Slave
This slave to burning insanity
which resides inside the very core of me
this slave needs to be released
and so become
to sit quietly and drink tea in the silences of mine own apperceptions
; his own mind, free to converse outside the realms of madness
– with what, but a reflection of his solitude
and if he emits some charge of self
will it not simply be a vapour
for what is solitude but ethereal agonies of desire
where with the quest to reach inside his own mind
and pluck at the very core of knowledge
he becomes the teacher of himself
; my own mind, sat as it is in perpetual darkness, a slave
– to what, but a reflection of my solitude, mine own apperception of life
January 21, 2016
Sunshine
Candle flame
flickers a dance to kiss
the wax
and so bring sunshine within its cold
and there with the heat
the wax simply acquiesces and melts
forming patterns of flickered kisses
creating reflections, shadows and the breathings of time
and there with the heat
they coalesce into existence
to create silent flames of desire/passion/tenderness … life
deep within the empty
where only darkness rules
creating solitudes of silence where
the wax
is simply wax
waiting for sunshine
to dance within its soul
January 17, 2016
Artificial Atmosphere of Civilization
~
Listen to, breathe in and taste the pungent
where once music sang amongst the trees
where once the air invigorated
where once eating was real
and where each was once one’s own mind
but now
in this time of greed, futile deaths, global one-upmanships & scaremongerings
and the religious balloonings of creation
we are surrounded
by an artificial atmosphere of civilization
where trees are shrouded in tentacles of grease and darkness; their songs all but forgotten
where our lungs are attacked on a daily basis; antibodies scream in disgust
where chemical wrapped food tastes of food wrapped chemicals; painful temptation encroaches
and where what we think, what we are and what we believe is no longer ours …
in this artificial atmosphere of civilization, where only the perfect make the shelf
; sorrow begets perfection begets sorrow
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With thanks to Achilles Daunt for giving me the title
January 16, 2016
Ancient Virgin
The last book
found
amongst the littered remains
of a struggled past
a survivor
unread
unopened
an ancient virgin
devouring eyes
pore over
loving fingers
caress
pages flutter
with each delicious
touch
words drip
with each bacchanal
read
Overcome with
saviour’s emotion
the last book
found
crumbles
… crumbles
… … crumbles
no more books
no more pleasure
no more whispers
no more life
no more pain
no more love
no more joy
no more emotion
no more soul
no more words
no more imagination
no more passion
no more feelings
no more death
no more
… no more
… … no more
The last book
lost …
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This was first posted here on September 5th 2011 (edited)
January 11, 2016
Cloud breaks
~
Of rain and bows
and arrows and hearts
Of beats of memory
left behind
Of breath and almost
and something close
Of passion of eyes
behind sad smile
Of cloud and breaks
of silence and storm
Of beats of memory
all forlorn
January 7, 2016
A soul of beauty best
Sunbeams dance upon this earthly jigsaw
rainfall keeps the pattern green
cloudy shadows search fast and far
for rainbow’s end – ’tis never seen
Yet the love she gives
is more pure than gold
For the love she gives
is of a beauty untold
When all at once the sky does breathe
of evening smiles and swaying trees
for in the breath of Gaia’s breast
there lives a soul of beauty best
January 5, 2016
Fear
Fear is here
fear is there
fear is around us
everywhere.
Fear is yours
and fear is mine
fear is inside us
counting the time.
Fear can slay us
fear can crush us
fear will help to
squash us and push us.
Fear for this
and fear for that
fear just wants to
pull till you snap.
Fear is frightened
fear is scared
fear can show us
how problems are shared.
Fear is only
as big as you let it
fear will help you
be strong and forget it.
Fear is wise
fear is smart
fear is inside
your soul and your heart.
Fear is only
the tool of your mind
fear will help you
be strong and unwind
Fear will promise
fear will cry
fear will listen
when you stand up and try.
Fear will shrivel
and fear will hide
fear will go running
to a place far outside.
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This was originally posted here on September 24th 2011. (edited)
