Ice

This is also a poem I wrote today - pretty apt for the wintery scenes that are cropping up here in Brighton, but also for those who let love dominate them...

Ice

Frozen solid - unmovable
The Ice Queen commeth -
Icicles surrounding her heart.
Blatently separating her from
All humanity and all she surveys.
No one rules her or conquers her.
She's been thawed once too often.
Never lets anyone in anymore,
Just shuts the light away.
Darkness and coldness are her friends,
The only ones she can trust.
Love never darkens her door -
If it comes knocking, it gets
A cold reception - no warmth.
Her fire died a long time ago.
Lovers come and go, nothing changes.
Some never return - some try,
But succeed they cannot do.
She is strength itself -
A cold-hearted Goddess.
Determined to focus on herself.
No one understands her motives,
But she seems to be happy...

Trapped, isolated, lonely -
The reality is startling, but
For her, this is all she knows.
The one person she loves
Can never return to her.
She lost him to the sun -
The warm rays melted his wings.
She witnessed his downfall,
And yet she still looks to her door
Awaiting the day he'll return to her.
She knows it will never happen,
But the trappings around her heart
Continue to deceive and trick her.
The wheel continues to turn,
Neverending, continuous, eternal.
The only way it will stop
Is if she saves herself.
Throw herself to the mercy
Of the overpowering sun.
Her world will crumble and melt,
But her spirit will live on.
Be daring dark Ice Queen -
Join forces with the light.
Start a new circle of life.

The Hunt

Haven't written anything for AGES, so here's one of my very recent poems I wrote today.

This poem is dedicated to 2 very special people in my life - hope they will be together for eternity...

The Hunt:

Bound together as one,
In the shadows of love
We lurk till our time comes.
Ready to strike out at those
Who dare to oppose us.

Stealthily keeping watch whilst
Only having eyes for ourselves,
Watching and listening for
A sound or movement
That distracts us from our purpose.

Silence prevails...it deafens!
Hearts beating seem louder
Than before - tension rises and falls.
The shadows we see are ours,
No one can see us - just sense us.

Bound together as one,
In the shadows of love
We lurk till our time comes.
Ready to strike out at those
Who dare to oppose us.

Smell

This was inspired by a documentary I was asked to participate in on how smell influences what we feel, think and generally how we live our lives about 2-3 years ago:

Smell:

I

Various forms of senses emerge
When life takes its toll.
What do we really cover up?
Do we rely too much on sight?
Why do we take things for granted?

What is the real us?
We don't really know -
There is no longer an element of truth,
We just take all at face value
And expect too much of something
That's not really there.

Get closer - closer still...
Can you smell it? Taste it?
Is the reality show real?
Come closer and you will see
That a suprise is waiting for you.

II

We let on more than we hide...
Whatever we say to people,
Our body says something different.
Like animals, we smell fear -
The smell becomes intense as
The bog of eternal stench -
Pungent, off putting, repulsive.
When we lie, it becomes worse.
Like a farm full of animals it
Becomes as bearable as if you
Have never washed in your lifetime.

Happiness - now here it becomes easier.
Not so easy to hide.
Easy going man!
Or is it?
Can we smell happiness?
Yes - the scent is like a cat
After it's had its bath - animalistic, yet subtle.
The basis for au natrel
Before cosmetics spoil and create illusion.
Fakeness can be happy making,
But it's bad for our empty pockets.

From one extreme to another - nothing.
No indication of something deeper.
Even if you scratch and look underneath
You can't tell. You take a guess.
Is there an effort made for this one?
Boldness? No.
Pure, unadulterated and cleansing.
Like a powerful waterfall
The tears flow.
Natural as nature intended.
Getting in touch with the reality inside.

III

Open and close like a book;
As each page is turned, we know more.
We gain knowledge and become stronger.
Using everything we possess
We become a more rounded human being.
And like Zeus, we create our own world.
We create what we desire to have.
But we always miss one vital ingredient,
LOVE.
The one emotion that's used, abused,
Cast to one side like it no longer exists.
But when ignited, it ticks, tocks
And eventually explodes like a bomb.
Chemistry is the gunpowder of the mind.
When combined with fear, happiness and sadness
It becomes one on its own.
Fragrance becomes strong, dominant, sexy...
Like a matador it challenges the bull
And moves in for the kill.
When the fireworks have stopped,
All that's left..is peace...