The Misunderstanding.

It all begins with a slight misunderstanding

Coupled with a light heart,

A sensitive soul,

And a personality the force

Of a gust of wind

And in reality, that is all it needs

For the fire to be sparked,

Force the flames to spread…

Others words are nothing,

Not even helpful, they are

But fuel for the fire,

Fuel even without meaning to…

And it spreads,



Rearing its ugly head

And even though…

When it finally settles…

When all that’s left is,

Apologies and regret,

It’s sour.

There is sourness in their hearts,

A sourness in the mouths left for those

Who watched and joined

In the chorus of defence

And attack,

And also those who were too…

Afraid to speak up

Because it is not their fault

That it became so scary.

It is not their fault at all,

But it is hard to take part,

And to stand aside,

Not knowing what to do,

Because it expanded so quickly…

Spread like wildfire

Burned so brightly, So…

Intently before dissipating

By the force of others…

Others who feel no better

Than those who had been hurt,




In the end,

We question, for those with a conscience,

Did we do right?

Did we say the right thing?

Will it happen again?

….I’ve had enough, is a thought,

Just one thought,

That might flare in the minds,

Of those who had tried to maintain the peace,

Because how does one cope?

With all that happens?

It just becomes too much…

These little misunderstandings…

It seems so difficult sometimes,

To be a little less selfish,

And to care a little more,

Of those who are looking on,

And watching,

As the seeds are sown,

As the rifts start to appear,

From just one little misunderstanding.

In This Moment.

In this moment,

I am languishing under,

A cloud covered sun,

A cloud covered sky,

Under the shadows,

Of a bitter winter,

Passing slowly by.


In this moment,

I can see it coming,

Like a rainbow stretching,

Arcing over me,

Coming, coming, endlessly closer,

A sign of hope,

A sign I am barely holding onto.


In this moment,

I am waiting,

Still as a rock,

Warm as a rock in summer,

Cold as the frost in winter,

Wet as the rain in spring,

Dry as the sun,

Passing each day slowly waiting,


In this moment,

I will bloom,

When the sun is mine to touch,

And the rain in my cape,

And the clouds are my hair,

I will strive endlessly,

Push through the shadows,

And grab onto happiness,


In this moment,

I am but a rock,

Learning to flower,

Surviving the elements,

To become one and another,

Defeating the impossible,

Fighting the darkness,

Passing through winter,


In this moment,

I am anything but careless,

Passively waiting,

Holding the rainbow,

From the distance that it strives,

To form, to reach and touch,

And burst the dark shadows,

Into colours, colours,

Dancing in the sky.


The Inner Sanctum.

I seem to find an inner sanctum,

My eyes are shut,

Yet my hands are open,

Seeing what I cannot see.

I reach forward,

Looking for a moment,

That’s the colours of the rainbow,

Filtered through a prism.

It’s nothing I can’t do,

Nothing I won’t do,

To find that inner peace.

It’s an array of colours,

Beyond the mind’s ability,

That I seek,

What nature gives freely,

Yet hides well,

So only the most worthy can find it

Protecting its treasure

Behind a wall of trials.

Give me peace,

A moment in time,

Of blooming happiness,

Coloured with life,

Laughing, crying, shouting out loud,

The words that I’ll hear

In my dreams of the past,

Echoing, holding, embracing me tightly,

I’m afraid,

Touching that wall,

Seeing the hurts,

Left behind, bleeding,

Growing, flowering, until,

I climb the wall,

Hand sinking in,

With every touch,

Consuming the past,

Living for the present,

Projecting my future,

Showing me no inner sanctum,

Showing me no inner peace,

Showing me no colours,

Bright of the ever after…

And sink, climb, conquer,

Fall, hurt, burn, cry,

Rise, Stand.

I don’t need my eyes,

The ones that saw the pain,

The sadness, the hurts, wrongs and rights.

I don’t need my eyes open

As I reach forward with my palms held out,

Feeling, touching, embracing what,

Cannot be seen,

And they tell me,

Embrace me,

Comfort me,

Lending me the strength,

Upon the strength I had gained,

To be satisfied,

With what I have found,

Here, in my inner sanctum.

A Summer Past.

Hard to believe,

That you’re really here,

Watching over me,

Catching me as I fall,

Holding me high when I cry,

Embracing my happiness,

As the days go by,

I miss the summer heat,

That sizzled once,


No three times,

Between us,

During that summer past,

Burning between us,

Intensifying the days,

That went by,

Day after day,

Night after night,

It was a summer past,

A summer unforgotten,

But a summer set,


Hard to believe,

How much one can love,

In a brief shining moment,

One summer long,

Til the leaves began to fall,

And the sun lost its shine,

We were still in love

Embraced in each other’s arms,

Not counting the days gone.

What was once a summer love,

Became a summer past,

Stashed in memories,

For the endless winter days.

Hard to believe,

It had once been,

Once was,

Once gone,

With you watching over me,

From beyond,

Unreachable—at the tips of my fingers,

I clutch tight, to the days of

A Summer Past.

We Are Worlds Apart.

We are worlds apart,

Living in a different dream,

Searching for that special other something.


We dance to lyrics unknown to us,

Unafraid of the eyes upon us,

We dance living forever in the moment.


We believe in yesterday,

And look towards the days forward,

With fingers crossed, and hope abound.


We sing to tunes from the star world,

Unafraid of the alien song that comes,

As though we have known it for all our lives.


We hope in silence,

Counting the seconds, wishing on the stars,

Believing like we have never believed before.


We read the words of foreignness,

Embracing in the exoticness,

Reciting poetry that we would not have before.


We know we are,

Somewhere safe in our fears,

Ready to face what comes right after.


We are worlds apart,

Dying with the same belief,

That we have lived as the ones before,

Facing our fears,

Overcoming obstacles,

Until we can say,

We are:

Satisfied, happy and,

Brimming with life.

A Common Language.

We live in a world,

That speaks a common language,

Sharing in the globalised feeling,

The imagined community,

That takes on the whole world,

Rather than just the U and K

Or the U, S of A.

“That’s incorrect”

Says the USA.

“That’s incorrect”

Says the UK.

But they’re looking at the same word,

Same phrase,

Same paragraph of structure,

Sharing different views,

Even though,

They’re both correct.

We live in a world,

That shares a common language,

Speaking, and writing,

And hybridising across virtual worlds.

Who has the right to say “it’s mine”?

Who has the right to say “it’s not yours”?

Who has the right to take away your right?

We speak, write, read and think,

A language,

About a language,

That is worldwide,



We cannot think,

It’s “just” ours.

We cannot think,

It’s theirs for us to borrow.

WE can OWN it,

Like our own,

Change it,

Spoil it,

Twist it to our convenience,

Because why should we follow,

The U and K,

Or the U, S of A?

We live in a world,

Of billions of people,

Of different shades,

Of different cultures,

Of different worldviews,

Who can come together,

From here to there,

From there to here,

Or meeting partway,

In the space in between,

To communicate,

With words of the same,

Beautifully malleable,

Common language.

Love In Secret.

I wrote a letter,

And signed it with a heart,

Posting it in your locker,

Mail box,

Under your door,

And ran away for another day.


I watch you from afar,

Laughing til your sides hurt,

Slapping the back of your best friend,

Shaking their hands until it’s numb,

Knowing that it’s another experience,

Another happiness just being there.


I confess to you,

A hundred times in my sleep,

Opening my heart,

To reach yours,

Across the moonscape, telling,

Without telling, how much I love you.


I see you walking beside me,

My friend of old years,

And long years, sharing your secrets,

Hugging me, kissing me,

Not knowing of my pain,

Thriving, swelling in my heart.


I kiss you when you’re sleeping,

Put roses in your shoes,

And sweet nothings next to your breakfast,

With my hope

That you will have,

A beautiful, lovely amazing day.


I am your stalker,

Your lover and lover’s greatest fear,

I mean no harm with what I do,

But trust me on this,

I will watch you always,

From afar, loving—

With this love in secret.