Echoed Footsteps

Echoed footsteps pound on pavement

concrete sounds 

rebound

from brick walls

life incomplete

as he walks

a sad look on age sculptured face

pained legs, a dead weight

But he can’t stop

time is catching up

 

Graffiti and brick all his eyes can see

blur through the rain

his aching feet, full of pain

trace an uphill race

as rivers of time rush free

flowing downhill towards his face

He cannot stop

or he will drop

 

Tired and weary

eyes bleary

from the soaking rain

legs strained, bleeding feet

blood stained cobblestoned streets

But he can’t slow the pace

or he will feel times cold embrace

 

Bells ring, high above him

cathedral tower

marks the hour

when he finally stalls

his feet cut to shreds

his body wrecked

he hits the deck

and the rains

continue to fall

 

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

 Kyle.

Sand Castles

 

It feels like I've been reflecting on the minutiae

the belly button fluff of life

ignoring the vast ocean sized opportunities 

that fly past closed eyes

moments of love that we take for granted

how a heart can sing even when it is sat quietly

 

It's like we don’t see the beach

just sandcastles destroyed at our feet

ignoring the great golden landscape

only focusing on the moments that deflate

we don't see the smiles that light up

we don’t notice the way our words can raise

 when we give praise

 

Feels Like I’m in a city of people

yet I’m alone, like I'm not an equal

In a home but feel like I've nowhere to belong

like a song with no music to play along

ignoring the things that make us unique

the way we speak

the way it feels when arms reach

we only listen to hate that people preach

 

It's like we can’t see the painting

only the oily brush strokes contained within

nor see the sky full of rainbow colour

because a single drop of rain is obscuring

we miss the greater things

the moments where the sun shines bright

when we smile, our music plays loud

but silence is deafening in the middle of the night

If we can stand proud

and look at the life inside

ignore the developing storm clouds

that is when we can enjoy the ride

Thanks For Reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

On Weathered Wings

 

On weathered wings, she flew to me

like a bird of prey

her beauty

a drifting silhouette

against the brightness of day

an image etched into my mind

swept along like on waves that play

a stretched thought never left far behind

 

With wings, she flew

elegantly through

cotton wool clouds

higher than mountains

never tiring of the view

she held my gaze

dazed, her beauty left me amazed

her grace as she danced through my head

left me floored, as she flew instead

 

With majestic wings, she flew

more beautiful than she ever knew

the way she swam through days

like whispers on the wind

blinding sun rays

words that put you at ease

as you fall to your knees

like an angel she makes the air sing

she is everything

 

With wings, she soared

as I was floored

grounded, as her heart tore

ribbons from mine

love stole the smile from my eyes

replaced them with sour tears to cry

as she took to the air

and off she did fly

 

With wings, she flew

like a rocket through the blue

cutting the air

like a knife through butter

a blur of memory

she soared

further than ever before

higher than the heavens above

beyond the stars

passing mars, an angel

that never fell

her story

not mine to tell

 

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

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