I wish i knew (Chalk dust)

 

I wish I knew

what would paint

a smile upon your face

like the ones

playfully scrawled

on pathways

in rain faded

chalk dust.

I wish I could

understand

the pain

that you've endured,

help you to regain trust.

I would give my heart

if it would help yours

beat twice as much.

 

I wish I knew

the words to use

to show how much

you mean to me.

I’ve always been 

good with words,

except for when 

I have to open up

my heart for all to see.

I fear that the doubt will creep in,

the hurt I’ve felt

will begin to grow again

ripping apart my chest

and then

I’ll sit like those chalk dust faces,

being rained upon

by my own distress.

 

I wish I knew

how to comfort you

when times are troubled

and it feels the world

is crumbling around you.

I wish I knew.

But all I have are

the scraps of my own pain,

faded like dust on pavements

in pouring rain.

Pavements

I’ve walked across

over and over again.

 

I wish I knew how to show you

the moments I regained my belief,

so you too could be inspired.

The old torn out soles

that walked those miles

supporting blistered feet,

the holes through which

the rain would seep,

have left a soul

that is not too weak

to hold yours tight,

no matter what fear may appear

in the middle of the night.

 

 

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You can't silence a thought

 

You can silence some,

you may paint us

with all the names under the sun.

You can burn our pages 

but our thoughts will soar on.

Your threats ring on deaf ears.

Our feelings can’t be worn down

when through a veil of tears,

we see a war-torn town

and the missiles

that have our flags

drawn on.

 

We the hearts that still beat

for those that beat no more

won't fall for propaganda

or be dragged into another unlawful war.

We see through the lies

and if you look deep into our eyes

you will see a fire rages inside,

for we won't stand idly by

and watch genocide.

 

We sat silently for so long.

The same sad story

repeating over and over again.

On the wrong side of history.

We cry as they spill

lie after lie and the blood

of innocence fills

the war-torn streets.

Iraq Afghanistan,

Ireland, India,

South Africa,

countless more

we have sat for so long

on the wrong side of history

as our country tore apart families

in some far away war,

or supplied the weapons 

that brought it all back to our doors.

No more.

 

You can silence the few

but the many, not so easy now.

Our voices are loud.

We won’t bow

to lies.

We out-shout your war-cries

with our words of peace.

All fighting must cease.

All hatred is a disease

and we are the pill that will make it ease,

not your weapons of ill conceit.

We won’t be deceived

or let these thoughts leave.

We won’t be scared by threats.

Our hearts are weeping red

and we won’t sit by silently

as you leave lands

bleeding and dead.

 

 

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Thinking over future memories

 

I'm so alone.

I say that I’m not

but I can’t hold it in,

The thoughts fizzle

and pop like bubbles

from a shaken

up bottle of 7up.

But I’m not reminiscing

of an old flame that whittled down,

becoming smoke that drifted

into the night time town.

Its somehow more what

I don’t see sitting on the horizon,

I only see an empty future

with no lasting sun of which to sing.

 

Its sometimes hard to say

how the day just fades

into insignificance

without your presence.

How the blinds shade

the light of day,

only throwing out

shadow memories of you.

Memories of futures

that haven't become true.

 

This world feels too big.

Where all I can see

are the silent tears

obscuring the mazy

thoughts in my head.

I’m blind to the outside,

when all I see is

you in my mind,

whilst I lay

in my empty bed,

thinking of all the things

we would have said,

if only we had met or would meet

in some future memory

that leaks into the present me.

 

When I close my eyes I see

a silhouette of your hopeful soul.

A world somewhere I can’t hold.

I just want to touch that aura

and feel it flooding over,

but all I see are fading colours

and the clouds rolling to cover.

I kiss the air

in hope that it will find

you where you lay

and that you will somehow know it’s me,

somewhere in some past history

pining over a future memory.

 

 

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