as I slowly walk down the path
of grass cowered dunes of sand
with the cold wind in my back
it leads me home, home to the sea
Follow your own path, it’s yours. Ha de Gött!
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Dune
Archive for ‘Poetry’
Suddenly
suddenly
in the middle of
the everyday
I miss you
like a punch in my gut
the pain spreading
in every fibre of me
thought I was
okay
passed all stages
of crisis
out on the other side
okay
but it never goes away
the missing of you
then I feel you near
placing your hand
on my shoulder
telling me
I'm in a good place
okay
I'm okay
You learn to live with your scars, ha de Gött!
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Coming through
It is always there. Even in the darkest hour. Behind the thickest cloud. In the longest night.
Trust in it. Hold on to the promise. Close your eyes and dream the day. Keep it, in your heart.
Faith, hope and love. Light will come through.
Shine the light, ha de Gött!
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Solitude
Alone in solitude.
Surrounded by the vast blue.
Highly valued so true.
Everyone counts, ha de Gött!
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Resist
Caught in the vortex. On a downward spiral.
Go oblivious with the flow. The euphoric dance to something.
Better?
Be a stone of reason, take a stand. Heels down in the ground.
Have we not been down this path before.
Panem et circenses, ha de Gött!
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Confined
It’s gone out, somewhere.
I’m left here all alone.
Walls creeping in on me.
Through the crack I can see.
How it gently sails away.
Out of reach, on to the open sea.
A ship loaded with inspiration.
Sorry but it got me really bad, ha de Gött!
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Follow
I follow you where ever you go
in wet and dry it is us two
all the worlds colours may fade
for each other we are made
We are all same same but different, ha de Gött!
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Tracks
I’m on track
but I newer know
if it is the right
Am I in control
to switch over
to be left or right
Don’t like where the train’s going, take the bus. Ha de Gött!
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Lost
Wait in vain at the baggage claim.
Standing there looking at the suitcases
traveling the forth or fifth round on the conveyor
bound for somewhere else
slowly realizing that in some other airport
far away, there is another poor soul
with the same empty distrusting face
looking at the conveyor in despair
realizing that the underwear
has to be worn inside out tomorrow.
Don’t you hate when this happens, ha de Gött!
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Stairway
the stairway to heaven
a hell to climb
when you reach the top
you’re out of breath
Don’t rush it, you’ll get there. Ha de Gött!
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