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Unspoken Prose

by Stuart Crossley on September 11, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Remove all the pain, to remove the doubt, Hide the rain, to go without, Speak with mercy, to clear away sin, Look without seeing, to find what lies within. Darken the sky, by bringing the light,
The pure of heart, shall have no fear of the night, The hurt within, must now be let go, For all that remains, to let its goodness show. The hidden shows, what we cannot see, The heartfelt story, of what should not be, Call upon mercy, to remove the doubt, What is not spoken, has no need to shout.

 

Author notes

Wasn’t sure that was quite right, but I thought I should at least try :/


As yet untitled…

by Stuart Crossley on September 12, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

A darkness is here
a darkened room now remains
The past still haunts me,
like the bitterness of sorrow

Empty catacombs of hate
unites by a bizarre paradox,
I cannot explain
why the flame is so icy.

Vacant the stare
embedded in the ground
The carved rock,
stands time.

 

Author notes

I am not wise, but if I was I would never see all of the human soul.


Is it futile…?

by Stuart Crossley on September 12, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

True beauty, [true] Can never see, what is in the heart, can never be, Shaded by the sun, by what protects our dream, What we fear the most, is what remains unseen, If I could not believe in love, And only, I, believe in fear, Could I cast aside, that which only brings me cheer?

 

Author notes

This shows how little we know,when we find out more.


A dream of nature

by Stuart Crossley on September 13
, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I dream of the moon,
When I could not see,
Now I am here, I’d give my gift unto thee,
If I could share, To help others to live,
What is not owned , yet mine,
I would surely give.

The grounding feeling,
Of what I’ve become,
Mankind’s transcendence,
United as one,
That is a vision,
Which I know we all share,
Who will break the chains,
By saying I care?

 

Author notes

This is how being a Pisces affects how I perceive the world around me, am I just a dreamer?


Go through the darkness, to make the pain disappear.

by Stuart Crossley on September 13, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I sat on the shore,
To hide from the rain,
What is most hidden,
is what should not refrain.

I suffer in darkness,
Yet I know there is light,
That gives me hope,
As I am only night.

I sat on the shore,
To face the rain,
I, in the sunshine,
Banished the pain.

 

Author notes

We can learn about ourselves, by finding out who we really are.


Sorrow of an empty heart

by Stuart Crossley on September 14, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Take away the sorrow,
Take away the pain
Take away the anger,
Extinguish all the rain.

The rain on my heart,
Which caused me to bleed,
For no sin I am hated,
Because of a fruitless need.

 

Author notes

I still don’t understand, why can’t people let others be?


The solstice of ice’s flower

by Stuart Crossley on September 15, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I stand alone,
In a woodland of the pain,
Icy suffering,
Oncoming rain,
I stand alone,
I cannot see,
Days of sun,
Awaiting me.

I cannot feel,
I cannot see,
This Day of torment,
Is all I can can be,
I hurt inside,
I face the day,
The promise of sunshine(?)
All I see:grey.

 

Author notes

Does this not describe how we can feel sometimes?


A separation from darkness

by Stuart Crossley on September 16, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I breathe in the light,
So it may, me, console,
I cast away the night,
With no need to control,
I do not want fame or fortune,
In a world full of wrong,
I only want freedom,
So the weak may be strong.

I swim in the water,
That leads to the shore,
I  may not belong,
Yet I always want more,
Not more than for myself,
What others do need,
I cannot live holding on to selfish greed.

 

Author notes

Keep going to be where you want to be.


Halls of serenity

by Stuart Crossley on September 16, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Open air,
Reflects the freedom of peace,
The purpose of new life,
Held in a moment of perfection,
The open corridor,
Leads to an enlightened labyrinth,
Still the waters,
Encapsulating purity,
The embrace timeless,
Holds youth within,
Forever welcoming,
The corridor timeless,
Without walls,
Yet safety held within its arms.

 

Author notes

The beauty of nature, keeps us safe.


Justification

by Stuart Crossley on September 18, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I feel observed,
Judged, threatened, used,
I feel the hatred inside,
From those who left me bruised,
A bruise in my heart,
A bruise fades with time,
The mountain of my past,
I do not seem to climb.

The past may disappear,
A past long ago,
I should secure my future,
But cannot seem to let go,
I am by my nature,
What I have become,
I have made my decisions (conscious or unconscious),
Still [would be],
if I had made none.

 

 

Author notes

The past is my shadow, should I let it go?


Hopes of furtherance

by Stuart Crossley on September 19, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I dream of perfection,
When I do not know flaws,
Within my own heart,
Within my own jaws,
The worst I am can be,
I can never find hate,
By myself I am judged,
Fictitious , this fate.

I am my own dream,
Where I do not know sin,
No malice without,
No hatred [found] within,
All these things I know,
Bring into fruition,
Because of my longing,
For this, my ambition.

 

Author notes

Ambition


Arms that may protect, but may also mean harm (how do you know?)

by Stuart Crossley on September 20, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Down the pathway,
you may be allowed to enter,
as I see fit,
the field beyond,
in which lies your solace,
the further walkway
with no obstruction,
if mercy smiles upon you,
you may reach,
onto the field,
where freedom is yours,
I have control,
of how this story ends.

 

Author notes

Nature has its own rules, humankind should live in harmony with them. Respect others, in other words.


The human psyche

by Stuart Crossley on September 21, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

A door stands before me

Allowing me entry

A window :before me

I have no perception of what lies within.

 

Author notes

It is not possible to see the world through another’s eyes.


The abrupt halt of the void(?)

by Stuart Crossley on September 22, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Spoken through time
Paths shall not cross
Yet they do
Alas all is final(?)
Can this be facing,
the curse of demise?
Where are the orators,
when they are needed most?
Who can cast judgement,
when no entity exists?
Doubt rains around
What cannot be
Fire cannot heal
What cannot be born
A void of nothing
Cannot be spoken
Time does not exist
The walkway ends,
in the finality, of what makes it so
The beginning so mysterious
The ending just, as such
It cannot be
The rules are in place
Now they have been made final
Resistance to what should be
Is futility in itself.

 

 

Author notes

‘I will not cry if AdvertisedGentlman tells me my poem sucks, because I do not want to add guilt to his conscience, and because he is only trying to help me become a better writer.’


The weakness of my dreams

by Stuart Crossley on October 2, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I sat aside in the weak prayers of sorrow
Looking for my dreams
In the fear of tomorrow
I cry blood
In the wet path that I follow
My nature falls, yet I do clasp
All that has to be is within my grasp.

 

Author notes

Aside, blood, cry, prayers, weak, wet, sorrow, dreams, falls, fear


For whom the darkness breathes upon

by Stuart Crossley on October 4, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Burning injustice
Of what we’ve become
The fire of the night
Pure, is the heat of the sun
The orator leaves behind
What is spoke of, in great length
What we only deny
Is given in strength.

 

Author notes

‘SORROW’ is the emotion I have used for this poem.


Can a broken soul find an angel?

by Stuart Crossley on October 4, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I run from the darkness
Within my own heart
Rain is around me
I cannot seem to part
The clouds of misery
Holding me down
Icy sheets before me
Please, don’t let me drown.

The ice is solid
My heart is as clay
I stand now broken
Please, take me away
Away from the sorrow
The torment of time
With no seeming end
All this pain that is mine.

An outstretched hand offers help
A warm embrace takes away
All darkness is gone
She made it that way
A kiss serene
Made my pain disappear
My world is no longer lonely
Now that she is here.

 

Author notes

True hope is always there/no matter how dark the despair/If you truly believe /Hope will always care.


Direct depth of feeling

by Stuart Crossley on October 6, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

When pain befell me
An angel was there
When the world had left me
An angel showed care.

 


A confused amalgamation of emotions

by Stuart Crossley on October 6, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Inside of my mind
Terror [as reality] overwhelms me
Whereas, if the truth be told, In reality I should be full of shame
The monster that pervades my mind
cannot control (?)

 

Author notes

What is in the mind, and what is in reality, all too often are not the same thing.


Within the bearing of pain lies such hope

by Stuart Crossley on October 11, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I cry raindrops
Fall to the ground
Unless one will look deeper
No joy is to be found

Rise above
{Don’t cry}
Fight for your cause
Those who hurt others
Will suffer their flaws.

The sky may be murky
As dark as the sea
Freedom is here
Betwixt you and me.

 

Author notes

The true strength within, is found at your weakest moment.


A fallen angel

by Stuart Crossley on October 24, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I am the fallen angel
Who can only tread in the darkness
Because I cannot tread the light
I cannot live there
I dwell in a place of pain.

I am the fallen angel
Who hides in the shadows
Only those who care can see me
Willfully blind, I think
When I am in plain sight.

I am the fallen angel
Whose unimportance breeds magnificence
Which, you seem surprised,
By the way birth of such a thing
A fallen angel (?)

 

Author notes

What is dark in appearance, can sometimes be hold the most light.


The law (?)

by Stuart Crossley on November 7, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Me:I am whoever I want to be.
Society:You are whatever I decide.
Me:I have the right to control my destiny.
Society :If you like to think so, but you are mine.
Me:I shall make a stand for what is right for me.
Society :You can never win, I decide what is right.
Me:I do not care to listen, hope shall overcome.

 

Author notes

I  expect we all can relate to this futile scenario.


The darkness perceived, may prove to contain light

by Stuart Crossley on November 17, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Ineffectual sorrow
Of all that cuts within me
A struggle of pain,
for which there is no release

Burn upon a wasteland
In the desert of one’s soul
The realisation of destruction
Is the knives of the world’s rain

Hated and lost
Alone in the darkness
If I was allowed to speak
Light may be seen.

 

Author notes

Alas, this can never be realized…. Or can I keep my Dream alive?


Memories, ingrained in my soul.

by Stuart Crossley on November 18, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

If I cannot forgive (?)
What I cannot forget
Can I set myself free
Or shall I drown in regret?

… What have they done to me?

 

Author notes

Ghosts of the past, determine our future.


Love is like a rose(?)

by Stuart Crossley on November 20, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

A double-edged sword
I cannot live without
The burning fire
Which caresses like an ocean

The thorns that bite
While gently kissing my soul
I cannot live without

The ugliest insanity
Can hold such beautiful purity.

 

Author notes

‘love is a serious mental disease’ Plato/ prompt.


A knarled tree

by Stuart Crossley on December 11, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

A knarled tree
Stands before me
Interlocking branches reach
Out to the world
Others [alike] are contacted
… Am I allowed to pass?

 

Author notes

Should fear be left unspoken? Or should it be brought to others attention?


An ode to creation

by Stuart Crossley on December 11, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Burnt, through toil
To make me, who I am
The very rock
Gave the very meaning
… To life.

An ocean, ran through me
In the ice of creation
Time made winter
Out of which, grew every month.

The unique tree, on a hill
Breathed out life,
Which the ice protected
…And life began.

 

Author notes

I hope I could deliver the insight that was required.


Rock marked by time and intent

by Stuart Crossley on December 31, 2012.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

See
How far
Through the hill
Rain doth a path
Erode

 

Author notes

How far,in our journey in life can we leave a path?Or to put it another way,if there is no path,make one,leave a trail,you are,after all ,in control of your [own] Destiny.


What appears to be futile,does not have to be so

by Stuart Crossley on January 6.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

What is perceived as nothingness,creates  within us a paradox(?)
What is known to be true,is in sight
We do not have to concede to oppression
Amidst the plural, are we not one?
Formed by misunderstood dichotomy:A name
What are we?Not one?
Do you sense contradiction?
Do you see
We are
One

 

Author notes

Am I fighting a losing battle?Putting the point across that everyone is equal?
Or in your heart of hearts,do you know I’m right?


The nightmare of my youth

by Stuart Crossley on January 9.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

My past,
My past,I cannot forget
Unlike the night which,
always returns
Not unlike a fire
Only,in my memory it burns.
The picture is painted
A distortion?
Or is the recollection of what,
I,
hold onto accurate?

 

Author notes

In 11 short lines ,your take on the prompt:keepsake


Questioning what presents itself

by Stuart Crossley on January 13.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

If the angle of repose condemns how we fight,If I do not know wrong,How can I perceive what is right?
If I do not have[within],what I do not have without,How can I judge what I do not know about?

 

Author notes

If I am labelled inferior(according to your rules,that is)how can I be perfect when it suits you?


Unnecessary feelings/emotions

by Stuart Crossley on January 13.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

The pain which does not
have to exist
Envelopes my soul
And drowns me

The hate which does not
have to exist
Enshrines me
For I will never give in

The fear which does not
have to steal
My spirit
I shall
Cast aside

 

Author notes

What seems to be overwhelming we can learn to live through (although it may not seem so)


A passing meander that encapsulates how I feel

by Stuart Crossley on January 20.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I held onto,the,rain,when I could,not feel,the ,sun,I captured,disdain, when in reality,there,was,none.
I could not,feel, the,pain,when it was,not,part of me,some think me cursed,when inside,I,am,free.
Free from the,doubt, that is cast,upon,my mind,free from iridescent, hatred,that never can find,
Find the darkness,within my mind,by thinking aloud,to discover what,I,find.

 

Author notes

What does not seem to flow congruently, flows with the fluidity of motion itself.


An awakening to how blind [we] truly are

by Stuart Crossley on January 20.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

When I do not feel
Which is beneath me
I condemn?
I cast into the inferno,
with much haste.
What use are these eyes?
Only blindness can I see
Wake up,if you will,
the world
So the decimation may be seen
For all have the right
To see what remains.

 

Author notes

Is it not time to see the world as it really is? An open question,I hope you will make the right choice (s).


Looking forward for the past is gone (but not forgotten)

by Stuart Crossley on January 20.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

If an angel did not,
make me,
cry.
I would not,
know the,
Sun.
If I never did lose,
I would never,
know that,
I,
won.

 

Author notes

To go through the trials life throws at us,is the true measure of how strong we are (as a person.) To remain true to yourself (always) makes you unique.


My silent sorrow (screamed so loudly)

by Stuart Crossley on January 21.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Why do you misjudge,
that which you do not know?
Why am I deemed fallen,
when you have no proof to show?
Show that I am lesser,than thou art
If you wish for control
With that weaknesses, you should start
I am a genome, equal to your being,
when it suits you
Ask yourself this :
Am I less,that is,
less true?

 

Author notes

So many tears are wasted ,because of willful, blind ignorance, isn’t it time it ended?


The judgement that should be given

by Stuart Crossley on January 24.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I do not offer redemption,
to those[wrongfully ]
seeking solace
They do not deserve my pity
(By which I mean)
Those who have transgressed,against humankind
Must atone for their misdeeds
I allow no humans to suffer needlessly.

 

Author notes

If creation could speak,it would echo these words,equality is what is needed,why do some people choose not to see?


The past shall not drown me

by Stuart Crossley on January 25.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Many a year ago
I longed for death
Now suicidal dreams
I do not pay heed [to]
For I must go on,
the best that I can
And so remains the question
Society cannot answer
If I am not worthy,
why do I think of others,
before myself?

 

Author notes

I may have learned to cope,but I have never [truly], let go of the pain.


I could finally see through the ice of my heart

by Stuart Crossley on January 26.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I stood gazing at the rain
From the safety of the glass,
the falling tears,
which must be,
noticed at last.
The sky has now broken
The pain is gone (?)
Even in darkness,
the light in you shone.

 

Author notes

It takes a moment of solitude; loneliness even,to truly see beauty. In that moment you realise,it was there all along.


Passing questions face us

by Stuart Crossley on January 26.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I look  into the sun
[Your sun]
Which holds only darkness,
for me
I stare into,
bleak nothingness
To behold true light.

 

Author notes

What is seen as the ‘norm’ by society in general,does not mean it is the right perception.


[un]broken fragments form the whole

by Stuart Crossley on January 29.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Staring at the shards
Which are broken yet connected
I can finally see myself
As through another’s eyes
The transcedent connectedness
Redeems my soul
Thought to be lost,
to the algorithm of Evil.

What was thought obtuse,
could not be understood,
now is within grasp.

How can your prevalent prejudice ,
hold true
When what you understood,
is against you?

 

Author notes

The connectedness of all living things holds true,even society (in all it’s ‘glory’)cannot dispute the laws of nature.


Water is the most powerful force

by Stuart Crossley on January 31.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Work into the crevices,
of ones mind
The rhythm of nature,
leaves me true
As it banishes the night
Even when dark,
the cleansing light,
shall remain.

 

Author notes

The torrent of what we desire, is as of nothing, compared to the force of nature.


The anguish one has to live through(?)

by Stuart Crossley on January 31.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Sorrow
A hurtful emotion,
one has to bear.
Why does my pain,
mean so little?

Then one day,
I realized,
I have to live,through all this,
{It may seem unfair}
But in the end
I shall not,
give in
For I am,
worth far much more.

 

Author notes

What we have inside,that which makes up our spirit, can never be downtrodden.
Remember that fact.


A reunion(?)

by Stuart Crossley on February 6.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

A boy,a girl
She she does not meet
his line of vision{On purpose ?
so she can view for a wedding ring
[or the lack of]?}
Is the wish
that their souls should kiss
For the first time(?)

 

Author notes

An innocent first meeting, has this happened in another life?


Undiluted love

by Stuart Crossley on February 6.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

When the moon
shone
upon
the lake
pure moonlight
adhered to the gaze of love
Looking down upon rights or wrongs
with compassion

That which cannot see (?)
Can never be?

 

Author notes

Nature shines with such beauty ,always,if it can be seen or not.


The title took time to [ashamedly] be constructed

by Stuart Crossley on February 6.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

If the girl I saw
Does not lead to becoming
[Who I truly am]
Am I as nothing?
If I do not realise
what must be so
Pass away the nature!
of a human spirit!
I say with such vigour!
I am here,so do not judge
{This applies to all humanity.}

 

Author notes

Why is hatred needed,when we are all born of the same source?


The blinded eyes[of time]should be opened.

by Stuart Crossley on February 7.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

The stark claws,of nature
;in contrast the
constructed perfectionism
in aesthetic view
How can it not be seen
that neither is superior?
Both are of equal value
{to eyes that can truly see} .

 

Author notes

An open view of how the constructed world opposes the natural one.As far as I can see it [in an ideal world], there really is no need.


Does this speak to you?

by Stuart Crossley on February 7.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

What is painful
To live
[Through]
Does not have to control
[you].

 

Author notes

Just because you cannot speak,does not mean you should not be heard.


Openess is all that we [truly] require

by Stuart Crossley on February 9.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

A passing sentence
Which I hide behind
When I could not know
The consequence,
[Of my actions]
Judgemental thought
Is not worthy,
of human furtherance
So surely you can see
There is no need
to judge another
Within our souls
We are all equal.

 

Author notes

Why is humankind so blind?We are all equal,no one us greater.We all have equal values in our speech.


The reflection,that has no thought

by Stuart Crossley on February 9.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

The ease with which
I sat upon
The bench
To observe
nature
Made me realize
how little
effort it requires
{To achieve }.

 

Author notes

To set aside the time,to simply let things be,is so much easier than thought .


If time became inconsequential.

by Stuart Crossley on February 9.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

To become
What I have always known
Colloquial discussion
Shall never happen
The myriad
Of all that constructs
Dreams
Shall never be.
For I can never
be seen
The notion of what is
known
Shall not be
Entertained.
For all that I am told
Is intertwined
With the blindness of my
vision.

 

Author notes

If time did not exist,what would be the use of pain?If nothing mattered, the soul could never be crushed.


The otherworld artist

by Stuart Crossley on February 13.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Through endless halls
{they seem so}
Bovine blood
adorns the walls
globules from a distant realm
Create what the eye
Can see
From which inner thought
they were created(?)
or do they exist in another time?

 

Author notes

I write this in tribute,inspired by the work of ‘the blood artist’ Jordan Eagles.


The future is a good thing(?)

by Stuart Crossley on February 13.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Inside an automaton
feelings cannot exist
Yet in a soul made flesh
they do.

 

Author notes

A.I. is becoming evermore of a real possibility, is it really what we want?Or will we become controlled?


The destructive vision which ends in joy

by Stuart Crossley on February 13.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

He sat upon the path,waiting
for her to return…
..She never did
So he did cry…
…The moment
was for clarity
to be reunited
with destiny itself
,at last he realised
and smiled…
…then she took his hand..

 

Author notes

Love which was thought to be lost for all time,can return when least expected..


The path one treads,must be a [conscious]decision.

by Stuart Crossley on February 14.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

How we conduct ourselves
toward others
Is down to our morality
We choose
therefore, to cause
harm or not
It is within our power.

 

Author notes

We do not have to hurt others or ourselves,we all have much more power{over our negativity} than we realise.


Mirror image

by Stuart Crossley on February 21.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Don’t run away
for the past
{does not}
forget
[who]
you are
Do not leave
room for regret.

 

Author notes

No matter what,the mirror of the soul ,will always leave a true reflection.


Contradictory measures

by Stuart Crossley on February 21.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

When what is asked for
plainly
Shall receive contempt and
disgust
When socialization tells us the
‘norm’
We have no option, but to
conform?
to whatever we are
told
The concept thrust upon
us
We must obey [blindly]?

Really?

 

Author notes

Why does humanity have to suffer,when there is no excuse to put another down ,for personal gain?


The regret that breeds ignorance

by Stuart Crossley on February 22.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

When I cast
the web
of my deepest heart
into the chasm
I realised,
how little
I now know
Is that caused
by my past?
Am I a product
of what I have lost?

 

Author notes

‘Hindsight is a wonderful thing’ someone once said,how true were those words!
The wisdom we have now,from past sorrow,if only we had it then!


The flame that must be extinguished (?)

by Stuart Crossley on February 25.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

The burning rage
that sits within
cannot open the heart
of an unclear mind.

Yet how can it be so?
{by which I mean,how does one clear what is not open?}
What is there to hold me back?
If I cannot see it,how
can I banish or learn
to live with it even?!

If I were to take the
negative view
I would label myself
helpless?
But I choose not to!
Unending struggles
are as nothing!
I{on the other hand}
am something!

 

Author notes

The foes each of us have to face are conquerable, the enemy within ,is too,but what is required can be harder to find…


Distant wind

by Stuart Crossley on February 26.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I reflect upon
what I do not understand
A notion of which
I wish explained
What cannot[as I see it]
Be anything more than transient
But yet there be more
Than the cold of ice.

 

Author notes

Is there more for me to know {from a scientific point view},that will give me the whole answer?


What I protect{in turn} protects me

by Stuart Crossley on February 26.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Upon my arm,the delicate wings
which I shall not
hurt
like {in the past,I have done to myself}
The gentle feather-like ‘angel’
shall protect me
and keep me safe from harm.
The anger,the despair
is held back
by the gentle power of flight.

 

Author notes

A simple control method is all it takes,for the human spirit is far stronger than you know.


The nature which pervades ones soul

by Stuart Crossley on February 27.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

The call of the wind
followed me
into the courtyard
and through the fields.

It did not stop there!

I was followed into the churchyard
{the wind  was not cold,
yet I could not feel
discomfort, at the strange warmth?}

I had finally realized…

The next thing I knew
I awoke
To that which I see
Mist was around

I dream with clarity?

 

Author notes

The dreamworld alters perception, should we follow what is deemed true or question it?


A hidden twisting road

by Stuart Crossley on March 8.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

The serpentine path,that leads to
the
undulations within
Is not ensnared by a false
reality?

If I do not question
this fact
How can the answer speak?
{to me?}

 

Author notes

What remains hidden to us,should be found,everyone, in short, has a talent.How that talent is used,is down to our morality. (Or will to know who we are,if you like.)


Why things are as they are

by Stuart Crossley on March 8.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I spoke;I was not heard

I breathe the sorrow
; the pain even.
Yet I can never feel
what is beyond my understanding,
How can the ‘greatest’ pose
a different opinion?

The phenemology does not,
an even soul create
what right is given?
If we are but nothingness?

If emptiness holds nothing
how can we create
beauty?
A vacant heart
stares into nothingness?
I think not!

 

Author notes

The deciept which lies to us continually, is within our power.The awareness of that fact,is true awakening.


The fabric of life

by Stuart Crossley on March 9.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

The twisting,interlocking
branches,controlled by the
torso
That which reaches for the sun
to further its existence
the multifaceted web
of all existence, is presented
by a single mode of life.

 

Author notes

What stands alone,knows of so many riches,when nature gives life.


A ‘simple’ contemplation?

by Stuart Crossley on March 14.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

The breeze flowing through the
grass, the trees
He sits and wonders
‘Why can’t’ humans be this free?

Why can’t’ humans exist
as one?
If you were to ask
I would not give a conclusive
answer?
I would not be able to?
I could only [sadly] admit,
greed,
gets in the way,when what
is moral should rule
We should think of others,what
is best for us [only] should be a
secondary concern.

 

Author notes

If someone ‘inconsequential’ can see this,surely then,those in power choose not to.


…and so to dream…

by Stuart Crossley on March 14.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

The rolling hills,the fields
thereafter
lead to the well-trodden path
of all time
Consequence even,
is of no matter?
But to reach the shore
of what I am
is to see, to hold
life, in the palm of ones hand

To know this…is to understand
reality.

 

Author notes

In our most lucid of dreams, we are closer to life than in all our waking moments (?)


Does this mean anything?

by Stuart Crossley on March 14.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

If I walk away ,a reaction
does not occur
does that mean you win?
I think not!
In your arrogance you belittle
yourself!
The reply:
And so do you disrespect
yourselves!

You deserve pity?
Of course you do!
What is there to hold on to?
You of conditioned mind
It is beyond your control (?)

 

Author notes

When what we are told to be means nothing, we find awakening within ourselves.


The worthlessness of power.

by Stuart Crossley on March 14.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

To control another
for selfish greed
Is the most pointless exercise.
A heartless ‘need’?
Come now,where is where is the
‘relevance’
in this society?
Is not the contradiction
apparent?
Never can it be a paradox
Is the meaning really so
unclear?

 

Author notes

Why is it needed to be said that so much is wrong?(in our society)In short,if the powers that be choose to ignore this ,willful ignorance shall rear its ugly head.


The light of nature hidden[partly]by human construction.

by Stuart Crossley on March 14.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Towering torment,that presses upon
The soul
The flight of many
;an evil bidding maybe?
It can never be known
how much power nature has
Humans may overshadow
{Of course I mean nature!}
But in the end…
…we are …
but nothing, if the true power chooses
to take revenge.

We do not control nature…!

 

Author notes

It is quite unessary to use natural forces for our own gain,besides, how can we hope to control nature when it retaliates?


Those deemed ‘unworthy’ by society,rise!

by Stuart Crossley on March 18.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

When you have fallen,do not
,do not give in
Those who would smite you
have committed such sin
Do not wail or despair
for you are not at fault
Think of it as a hurdle
Over which you shall vault!

 

Author notes

If popular opinion[wrongly] condemns you,always know that you are worth far more than the blindness of societal viewpoints.


The ever watchful

by Stuart Crossley on March 21.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

When I did not see
what others perceived
{as wrong} for me
I only thought
of single minded gratification
The colloquial ease
with which I accomplished
that which is beneficial
is truly astounding!

I hurt the sun
[wrongly]I kissed the rain
There is surely more
than the epitome,
that remains.
I curse the hate!
Yet I did not bleed!
I search my soul
for an ounce of greed.

Darkness descends
upon what becomes sorrow
If left unsaid,
does the writing; pain borrow?

 

Author notes

This may not be clear(at times)but what is known to ones own soul,can never[truly]be felt by another.


How can one see [truly] from another beings point of view?

by Stuart Crossley on March 21.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Open your heart
to the perception that cannot
be felt(?)
who is to say we cannot [more] than
sympathise?
How do we [truly] know how
close we are?
to the truth of another heart?

 

Author notes

If we look into another soul,how do we know how close we are to understanding it?


I came upon what should be released

by Stuart Crossley on March 21.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

A girl sat,upon the bench
I approached
… ,she did not show dismay
So,I thought I should speak
[my mind]
She seemed astounded
‘How can you feel that way?’
Then she realised
the truth
‘Humanity’ means nothing
we are all born of the same flesh.

 

Author notes

To show how one feels ,is beyond belief (at times)to those who have ‘learnt’ societies ‘laws’.


The incoherance of what should be logical(?)

by Stuart Crossley on March 22.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Shattered glass,just shards of thoughts
should not be broken
I should not complain so !
Whereupon have I brought myself?

Am I truly able
to condemn another
If I do not see them worthy?
Who am I to decide that?
How can another [therefore ]
make that decision?

If that is not possible, why is there so much pain?

 

Author notes

If I do not have to have the answer told unto me, how can the solution be so hard to comprehend?


A vacant question

by Stuart Crossley on March 25.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Empty thought,which describes
{When questioned}
How difficult it becomes!
To analyse
The inner workings of one’s soul
…But wait…
…where is the unexpected?

Maybe this was done on  whim?

 

Author notes

.30 words
.PROMPT:SPONTANEOUS


The part of my life,that is but a fantasy.

by Stuart Crossley on March 27.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I am beside you
We are together
We are perfection
which is mirrored, by all the hearts of love.

…If only that dream were real!
I would treat you like an angel!
…But,I doubt you know I exist
…In your heart,I wonder,do you
feel the same?

 

Author notes

When what we perceive that which cannot be felt by another{when we are in love},can we be sure we are right?


Nocturnal serenity (?)

by Stuart Crossley on April 1.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

She stands alone in the moonlight
cradling her lover (?)
No! A violin she brings to life
Only the moon can hear,
the birds and the night
What a song of such sorrow!
The heart is rendered helpless
as she exudes her anguish of how alone she feels.

Her song should be heard
But alas!
Can this Princess be saved…?

 

Author notes

Picture prompt:http://images6.fanpop.com/im  age/photos/324000000/broken-11broke  nangel-3258663-520-600.jpg


Fresh life appears from the melting snow

by Stuart Crossley on April 1.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Entering the world[after]
being held by a pure white blanket
The soul cannot wish
for anything greater{than what is to come}.

The gentle petals
They reach for freedom!
And so spring shall return!
May our  souls at last be free!

 

Author notes

Picture prompt: https://sphotos-b.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/16276_541578269220692_765502757_n.jpg


The fluidity of my soul

by Stuart Crossley on April 13.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

What is it to dream?
I often wonder
as I float into the depths
…and beyond.

My soul is free!
I can see beyond the mists
that cloud the mind
A blessing or a curse?

If I could stop being so sensitive
I would not take the opportunity
I would not want to lose
the very canvas
upon which my heart is painted.

 

Author notes

A Piscean spirit does more than swim in the ocean.


A comment on nature

by Stuart Crossley on May 1.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

The liquid glass
that protects the plant
that clings to…

…. life.

 

Author notes

11 words.


The gaze shared by darkness (?) and veiled beauty.

by Stuart Crossley on May 1.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

She seems lost, almost
But in a floating
reverie
the night  is hers!

The darkness  is upon  her
Yet transfixed  she views
the  raven on her knee
with  love (?)

Is this truly a,
magical  place
where  she  finds  herself?
Beauty (in this case),
is truly  in the eye  of  the
beholder
What (I can only guess  at)
can  they see?

 

Author notes

Picture  promt:http://images 2.fanpop.com/images /photos /7900000/Dark-Angel-angels-7915006- 339-500.jpg


The harmony of sound

by Stuart Crossley on May 6.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Music
is
what
feeds
the
soul.

 

Author notes

#6wordchallenge.


From whence was this born?

by Stuart Crossley on May 7.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Write poems;or should I say rewrite, for  the viewing [of]…

Hmm… let  me think on this awhile… the same principle could be applied to any form  of expressionism you wish!

 

Author notes

A random thought process? Or does this speak of something  far deeper?


The fabric that speaks to the heart

by Stuart Crossley on May 7.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

The strings
or any instrument you
wish
Speak  a thousand words
in their  silence.

The rhythm,
the rhythm  which speaks
to  the very  soul
of
me.

 

Author notes

If every instrument  has its own  unique sound, with the  freedom to  be heard, why does the human race {sadly in general} not  live by those  rules?


If only the mirror spoke the truth.

by Stuart Crossley on May 7.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

If what I, may I say
we wish for,
can be made real
What is reflected
in my heart
does  not have to be….
….. a dream
any longer!

 

Author notes

The rest shall be a secret that is only shared between the  lovers.


That which is painted

by Stuart Crossley on May 7.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

The delicate, passionate
work
of an Angel
Who shall  never
fall from  grace.
Who works tirelessly
to achieve the masterpiece.

What may seem
cumbersome
As what is not,
portrayed
seems  never to be
finished.

But finally!
After
many long
arduous hours
It is completed!
and
unveiled before the
world!

 

Author notes

The feeling when a work of art (or anything for that matter) is completed, it is the best feeling of all!


A stark, staring lifelessness.

by Stuart Crossley on May 10.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

The eyes may stare,
they stare
Into nothingness for the soul has departed
Against its own will
Now is not the time,
to save me
For in a lake of my  own blood,
I am condemned  to drown (?)

If this is what progress has made
are we any further?
I think not!
But, alas, it is too late for me….
I  shall  speak no longer
The probes in my brain
monitor me
My death is now eternal ;irrelevant.

 

Author notes

Picture promt :love is dead in metropolis, 78


Translate this how you wish…

by Stuart Crossley on May 13.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I breath
upon
the stars
We are
the ocean
which takes
us into
what cannot
control us
for we
have reached
equilibrium.

All we
have to do
is release
the power
In our
souls.
Unite as one!
Is that so hard?
So much to ask?
I think not!

The growth
within us
should now
be free!
Let the
heart of
Our spirit rise
as one!

Peace x

 

Author notes

This is intended to be used for inspiration for an appropriate format… of which I know not…


Thoughts….. that drift into dreams.

by Stuart Crossley on May 13.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

What is inside is not shattered, nor spoken.

 

Author notes

What is felt inside, should not be destroyed if not voiced aloud.


The chasm which seems so vast… is nothing!

by Stuart Crossley on May 17.
© Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

The distance
that keeps me from you
is of no consequence!
For I keep you
safe
within my heart
{As I hope you do, my love}

The disarray
that rains upon me
has no bearing on
my life!
{after all, where would we be if we were to take literally all that is illusory?}

The metaphorical aspect
shall keep us
together!
We shall unite
in the fullness of time!

 

Author notes

To yearn for another {no matter how far the distance} is not needed, for in a different realm of existence, there is no distance…


The jewel in the sea..

by Stuart Crossley on May 17.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Behold what is unique, hidden, yet waiting to be discovered..

 

Author notes

10 words


The endless struggle

by Stuart Crossley on May 17.  © Stuart Crossl
ey, All rights reserved

What is imposed
{upon me}
Can never take claim
For  control
For I  shall not give in!
And so the struggle
[sadly] shall continue..

 

Author notes

When the blindness of society condemns, the spirit shall always remain.


The calming of the inferno.

by Stuart Crossley on May 18.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Agitated flames expire…

… when faced with the night.

 

Author notes

#micropoetry


In the spirit of devotion

by Stuart Crossley on May 18.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

how many hours bud ~all I  have I give to you ~you are my lifeblood

 

Author notes

#haiku
All Poetry contests:In the path of Rumi
Topic :Beloved
Prompt – poem :

‘Oh flower, what makes you
smile,
the beauty of the rose garden
or  the love of a nightingale?
Or have you suddenly seen
the hidden face of the beloved
and recognised yourself in Him? ‘


True horror or just a nightmare?

by Stuart Crossley on May 19.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

The feeling of loss..
… Intestines have gone…
Where I know not
The feeling of  nostalgia
is present in my mind
Odd isn’t it?
The seductive sound that drew me closer
When my attacker seeks revenge.
As I  lie disembowled
… I think of random things
The Slater of all I stood for?
Of course it was them!
What I think now is of no consequence
My decrepit soul
shall become decaying flesh
because of a burning, seething rage
that shall disassemble the very atoms
of my life!
I  shall shrivel and die
as the cyanide destroys me
burning deeper…
.. the determined rage I had thought
was no more!
My past debauchery {in all it’s forms}
was nothing but a masquerade!
The essence of life means so much more!

But it is too late now,
I know not what will…
…. become of me…. but …

 

Author notes

1.Intestines
2.Nostalgia
3.Seductive
4.Revenge
5.Disembowled
6.Slater
7.Decrepit
8.Decaying flesh
9.Seething
10.Dissasemble
11.Shrivel
12.Cyanide
13.Determined
14.Debauchery
15. Masquerade


The start of things to come.

by Stuart Crossley on May 23.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

As I sit here wondering
what can I put on the page?
How can I say something different?
What I truly want to do
is say how I feel

But wait a minute!
have not I been questioning
my inner mind?
Surely, if I carry on with
this process, I shall find
the answer, that which I knew
all along!

 

Author notes

To sit and veiw your mind like this, is more informative than you think it can be!
Something else must come next  methinks…
… Somehow I feel I have done this before… and yet have I?


What is left after the darkness?

by Stuart Crossley on May 23.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

A broken soul, am I
Fallen from grace
in the meaninglessness of all I know
:my life.
There must be something more!
More than this,
this unending sorrow
that beats down upon me.
Surely this is not everything!?
If more can be seen
is that not enough?
Enough to cross the waters?
Freedom, therefore
is there to bestow
it’s wonders upon me!
The ubiquitous rage
shall carry me through
I shall sail beyond the darkness
into a new life!

 

Author notes

Just because the oppression around you makes you doubtful of your self – worth, it is not possible for the darkness to stop aspirations. It may be a very long battle, but if {even in a small way} you find a small element of happiness, you have won more than half the battle.


Through the ingrained verse the flight is watched.

by Stuart Crossley on May 23.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Over murky writing
they fly across
As, a single eye, peers through
Peers at the ‘real’ world.
Imagination brings to life
the words on the page.
For the eloquent story depicted in the mind
is there before me!
For my own view
This moment is real!
In the mind of
the one who reads this!

 

Author notes

‘… this’ of  course can apply to anything you wish, the minds eye shows the inner one person ‘audience’,  what story is in the pages.
PROMPT :http://graphics. cbimg9.com/47/23979c.png


Thoughts which question [themselves].

by Stuart Crossley on May 27.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I am here again
at this point, this situation
Is it always going to be this way?

If the answer is before me
why can I not grasp it?
Is the answer held within
my subconscious mind?

Of course it is you say!
Tell me then
how do I access it?

 

Author notes

The never ending question? Will I ever truly know the answer before I part{from this world}?


A distorted vision of horror.

by Stuart Crossley on May 29.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

When I came upon
what seemed to me
the unspoken horror
that should not be
-made no sense
, unholy fear
gave no recompense
;ubiquitous rage
unequivocal doubt
That which is not given
Thou shall not live without (?)

I encapsulate that
within parenthesis
If in your [willful] ignorance
you are unwilling to see this
you should be ashamed
of what you’ve become
you should try to restore
equilibrium.

Wake up to a new dawn
a new light
– forthcoming
Wake up to the shamanistic
becoming
We are what we are
we are what we see
Open the freedom
The freedom to be.

Wave the banner
to prevent forthcoming rain
Hold back the  torrent
to extinguish the pain.

Hold the fear back
if you are in doubt
Don’t dare step forward
Remain {to your faith}
devout.

 

Author notes

A closed minded can prevent us from being ourselves, so shouldn’t we open our minds… and hearts?

P. S. – The last 2 lines were not against any belief system, I  was merely stating the weakness of human morality. {which, I may add, is ours to control} I respect all good beliefs, what my point is, it is up to us how closely we adhere to the path we choose….
… In short, one is either a good person or a bad person.


The archway into a dream (?)

by Stuart Crossley on June 2.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Step into the hidden, yet open,
portal
that shall take you to the walkway ;a dream?
I stood stunned pondering nature
with eyes
eyes that had never seen before….
…. so much….
So much is the struggle of the
wildlife
To endlessly toil for the dream
to be complete
No gain for themselves is desired,
or felt (?)
Or so it would seem, Nature works as one, one dream
To accomplish the dream may leave one poor
but those destitute ones never falter
every varying species accepts each
other
What is, therefore so far superior, higher?
Why can’t we all accept each other?
Why?…
…. Now you are outside the portal
imbued with ‘sight’.

 

Author notes

3.A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself. – May Sarton


The ebb and flow that created me.

by Stuart Crossley on June 8.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

As I sit within this
very heartbeat
I open myself to the flow
;inate
I can feel the sanctuary cleansing
my spirit
A dream transports me
but is it not real?
Reality (or what I perceive as such)
could be, just a dream!

Modern life may not see clearly a
symbolic path
The  path from which we came
the ocean depths
The true birth of my spirit lay
hidden far!
I accessed, in my dreams, that
which I knew all…
…..  along!
I swim in this newfound freedom
that I now
cherish!

 

Author notes

Prompt1. The ocean is the place of origin for all life. Especially in Jungian interpretation, this is a place of creativity, fertility, and birth. There is also a lingering sense humans have of rising up out of the collective origins of life in the oceans. It is easy to see the Darwinian influence of these ideas. More importantly, it is easy to see the lack of connection some dreamers could have with this approach to dream interpretation.

Given the widespread popularity of boating, scuba diving, and cruise vacations, numerous people have experiences with the ocean that were not available in the past. It may be that the dreamer has one of these connections to the ocean, rather than a general perception of fertility.


Crumble into nothingness…

by Stuart Crossley on June 13.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Fade with time, and the concern for the moment
shall fade also?
Wheathered from natural erosion
alone?

Dispersed by the winds
of fate
the call of which shall be succumbed to….
…. What will be
IS.

 

Author notes

PROMPT :dust :35 words


To define freedom…(?)

by Stuart Crossley on June 14.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

to be on one’s own
but to feel at ease with yourself
is to find freedom?

 

Author notes

Prompt : Free


The dragon and the Goddess..

by Stuart Crossley on June 20.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Intertwined by the frailty of
love(?)
In the moment of unison
they rise far above
The sky is their realm, yet
this place is not
In this otherworld, they
time forgot.

As they embrace, darkness with
innocence
The wheel of the zodiac commands
time to commence
Together in this place
which they have found
Forever they float, their souls
:the ground.

 

Author notes

http://miadzema.files.wordpress.com2013/05/dragonfairy.jpg


A moment past….?

by Stuart Crossley on June 26.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

distance speaks of
what should never be
a moment of hurt destroys

 

Author notes

Why does society have the right to question what is wrong, when it does not {willfully in some cases} posess the ‘eyes’ to see? #Haiku


Downhearted – into the unknown…

by Stuart Crossley on June 30.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

A young girl, whose heart is breaking{as she leaves}
The forest before her, holds
such mystery
Is safety before her? Is she free?
From all that…,
.. all that she runs from, to start
anew – new life?
It is too late (she muses) to turn
back now
She owes it to herself ;she is far
more,
far more than she was led to think
of her…
… herself as a worthwhile human – I
see now!
As she prepares to embark ;a deep
breath
Before the day becomes the night, she
must go
Into the forest in search of new
life?
Not even a backward glance shall
she give
The moment of truth is at last
at hand
Nothing can stop her now, as she
treads free…

 

Author notes

PROMPT : Picture – She departs by Patty Maher


The last shock you will have….

by Stuart Crossley on June 30.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I walk into a room, the walls, nondescript, nothing seems out of place. Good.

A chest lies at the end of the room, I open it….
A heart is in it! And it still beats!
I feel for my own
none! No pulse also is absent!
… The heart slows… I feel tired… It  is mine!
It beats slower.. and slower.. now what?
It has stopped [nearly], what happens when it does? – – – – – – –

 

Author notes

Thank your lucky stars this is fictitious! Or is it?


… an overview on life

by Stuart Crossley on July 2.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

a clutter the mind
what is reached for surely
the antithesis

 

Author notes

How many different aspects {of all life} does this apply to?… Is any further comment needed?


A question that marks time, perhaps? (pt.1)

by Stuart Crossley on July 2.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Why does the Sun, not fall from
the sky?
We have to pray that, no ill
befalls?
When it has disappeared, so
it may rest?
?…

 

Author notes

When early civilizations prayed to the moon, so the Sun would return (my understanding of how the Goddess cult derived, [please correct me if I’m wrong]) did not this question start to be asked? (if only on a subconscious level).. I wonder how long was it before this happened? (the start of this question I mean).


A resit… of a closure… that never was.

by Stuart Crossley on July 2.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

memory fades now
the shore is as emptiness
is something missing

 

Author notes

Never can answers be given, if questions are not asked, or at least ideas broached upon.


Progress helps all(?)

by Stuart Crossley on July 4.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

the tarmac of man
progress cannot compare to –
pure flight so innocent

 

Author notes

Category – Incongruency


The question that marks time, perhaps? ( Pt. 2.)

by Stuart Crossley on July 6.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I awoke.. a headache seared through me. I squinted at the Sun…
… for a moment I was stunned but now I must return, return to the path I must follow – the forces of nature put me here
{I know not how, but I must not question the way}…

… I don’t know where I am, my vision is blurry – someone… someone in white approaches, it is a Doctor! {for now I can see!}
They tell me the year is 2013!
{amongst other things}. What was I dreaming? I know that stream of thought…
.. yet I cannot grasp it! It is gone before the shadow can be made real!
I feel sleep approaching…

… A big hunt happened today we were blessed by the Sun god which kept us safe, we have brought many honours to our clan, the Moon goddess we shall pray to, to keep our living space {our caves collectively} safe..

 

Author notes

The question remains unanswered {much later} how can the blood lines run so strong? Why are they present in dreams?


The storm withheld, shall be released (?)

by Stuart Crossley on July 8.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Burning anger ~release is not available ~no one can hear the glass heart as it breaks ~the walls built up ~fall away from the soul ~no escape from what contains the mind~the scream which wishes for freedom ~can you please hear? ~is the imagined self -destruction what must be?
.. A body lies.. motionless.. no breath?

 

Author notes

This may be referring to the agony of trauma kept inside too long, but was this story partly (or wholly) a dream? a waking one;a fantasy? Or could it be an
overview  to draw your attention to what lies beneath the  visage of those disheartened? It is up to you my friends to decide…


A question that marks time, perhaps? (Pt. 3)

by Stuart Crossley on July 9.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

As I was standing before the
altar

a voice spoke unto me, I turned
to face it’s owner

Strange as this may sound, I
could not tell,

what I looked upon (the voice was so harsh!)

They told me I came from
Earth (not this world!)

I knew the Sun and the Moon put me here, besides I had never heard of Earth!

{not wanting to be rude} nothing
did I say

They spoke to me of other worlds
which made me

which I understood not…

… I turned back to the altar ‘I must continue my worship, we can speak afterwards’.

… The silence was too long… I turned
around…

I was alone…

 

Author notes

So it seems, we are back at the beginning! The question was not answered {to us anyway, the visitor knew, one suspects. ‘The big bang theory’ was alluded to, as an unforeseeable permanent cycle (?) Civilization starts again? To find the Buddhist state of ‘Nirvana’? More questions seem to arise to answer one! Will the trail lead us to the answer?


A wish (in freewrite)

by Stuart Crossley on July 9.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

They sat upon the place of rest(a mountain perhaps)

and wondered..

… ‘Could I? could I achieve my dream I my
dream I mean?

The dream that was spoken of
would be to create…
… a new weave, they had never tried before!

To bring a story to life in such detail!

In such a way as they had never tried before!

.. yet,
yet, how was this going to be achieved?

… and so the wondering continued..

 

Author notes

To wonder and to form new ways to express oneself is the mark of the curiosity within. Where will the answers take us?


Alone ;caged inside

by Stuart Crossley on July 9.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

In a sun-kissed room, staring
through the glass
a forlorn scene presents itself to pass
-torn by pity, yet a new day awaits –
In a sun-kissed room staring through the glass
-An open drawer, sadly  she meets fate-
In a sun-kissed room staring
through the glass
a forlorn scene presents itself to pass.

 

Author notes

Prompt :Art Patty Maher, 10 syllables, pentameter


An unknown sculpture,that became a muse.

by Stuart Crossley on July 26.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

I viewed what I looked at before me

With an air of disdain (?)or
was it fear?

I painted upon the canvas…
…I saw..

I saw the unknown, which made
me wonder…

Is what is physical all that
matters?

What,I may say,about the
actual, the real?

Feverish now,{I had not eaten,
why?}

What force(s),compelled me,
drove me on?

Is my work done?-you may say-
cannot stop!

I am not close to understanding life!

The ‘actual’ trauma which
made me whole

sits before me; I still cannot read it

no matter how long I stare,feelings
rule…

they rule the spirit of unequal hurt…

 

Author notes

The more an effigy {of mortal existence ?}is looked upon, the more it becomes apparent how little is known… Or to put it another way,the (outer)physical construction may be viewed,but can the (inner)workings of the soul?


Look deeper into the ‘void’

by Stuart Crossley on July 27.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Alter the vision to clear
the mind

When the soul is lost… change

The heart unites all these things

So free what is actually ‘there’.

 

Author notes

Body, mind and ‘spirit’, makes all of us, in whatever form you wish to appreciate that,{with or without religious beliefs} please do so.


Longer thoughts,shorter days.

by Stuart Crossley on July 29.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

a shortened verse spoke
many thoughts were mused on
the stillness of ice

 

Author notes

What is deemed to be eloquent of speech, does not necessarily have more wisdom than silence.


The heated deliverance avoided (?)

by Stuart Crossley on July 30.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Pass amongst angels,when you know, in your heart they are
lying,
lying to themselves maybe?
Perhaps…
…I cannot be sure -yet surely how I feel is real,to me?
I do not seek to oppose or deny,that which is felt by others I
mean…
..If I can do that for someone else{I reiterate,:that does not give me the right
to judge}why can the same not be done for me?
I shall tell you why!
They can pretend to listen with convincing empathy,but their own agenda they work towards .The amalgamation of every aspect of what they consider just and virtuous {if they know it or not}they strive towards
with a blinkered view.

~
To live amongst each other, with a freedom shared equally..
..is to find the Angel within
ourselves!

 

 

Author notes

Is this the end or simply the beginning?
When I say ‘simply’ what is the answer behind the riddle of life?
How much deeper do we have to stare?An ‘unseen’ contradiction should no longer be adhered to.A new interpretation of what was thought a dichotomy,should seek understanding of both opposing forces of creation.


Should trepidation be relaxed?

by Stuart Crossley on August 1.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

The stranger that approaches brings forth uneasy feelings.

 

Author notes

The unease may be felt,but should it be in command {of the human soul ,that is?}.


The animus which spoke to ‘me’?

by Stuart Crossley on August 2.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights r
eserved

After a heated argument with
her lover…
-a sense of finality-
….She crumbles against an old,
deserted building…
A man (she assumes)sits
next to her…’I did not hear you approach’she says.
‘You were crying  so much, I did not wish to cause you discomfort.’is his
reply.
Without a word he leads her to an empty doorway;a man crying ,she does hear…
…She walks down the hallway..
-the crying no more-
…She reaches a door, pushes it open…
….A man is dead before her !
He must have committed suicide!
She runs..
The police (for they were called)
say ‘it’s okay honey,why don’t you head off home now?’

She decides there is nothing
she can do,
an abstract thought presents itself {to her}
‘Is this my fault ,in some way ,because my lover made me feel so bad ?
She knows {in her heart of hearts} that cannot be the answer
Yet what is?

She simply smiles -a bizzare moment to smile, you may say-It was symbolic of what her subconscious desires her to do!
The ‘man’ she spoke to was part of her mind!
In short,she reflected upon this fact :if he (her lover)could not sacrifice an aspect of his behaviour for her,he was not worthy
of her love!
She was therefore,thankful that her own psyche  ‘told’ her that.

 

Author notes

The  corridors of the mind  can lead us to understanding if we let them. Can we open our mind to walk into the ‘rooms’ before us? What is presented to us in fact what we already (subconsciously) know. But is there yet more that awaits? Of course there is! You may say!..But how much more..?


The wings of an angel

by Stuart Crossley on August 13.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Float upon the dust..
… all that remains
The heart indistinct..
Where have they been?
The Angel that was broken
who sat with saddened eyes
alone and so frail.

The dust was gathered
by the purity that could see,
see past shallow hatred
of a prejudice with no substance.

Now is the moment
to see at last..
.. freedom is here!
United at last!
When it was always
meant to be.

 

Author notes

The moment of surprise, when someone who viewed themselves unworthy of happiness, is welcomed by a caring heart.


many rivulets of colour

by Stuart Crossley on August 18.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

the ocean is here
in the sky a watercolour
sun after rain leaves

 

Author notes

That which has small beginnings collects into an ocean of power.Summer is hinted at ,the ray of multicoloured light in the sky,tells of a time of peace after the rain that must be.(Written for the Japan-EU English Haiku contest,theme:rainbow.)


What lies on the words(Haiku)

by Stuart Crossley on August 18.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

a single heart beat
given to the page as such
heat of the candles

 

Author notes

What is freely given by nature, should be cushioned by what is etched by hand.


A tragic result of a meaningless prejudice (Haiku)

by Stuart Crossley on August 21.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

beaten for nothing
no reason can be given
heartless cowardice

 

Author notes

I can find no justification {no matter how hard I try}for the pointless death {I know my words are nowhere near good enough} of Sophie Lancaster, may you Rest In Peace, and may your family draw strength from the support of civilised {in the true sense} minds X


The unborn heart (?)

by Stuart Crossley on August 21.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

As the sea rages outside
against the sides of the boat
the driving rain pounds continuously
In this darkness, light is seen
Or should I say it could be…
… The prisoner will never know what they are capable of
-for their own good, I mean-

They cannot ever see that clearly
-or can they? Is this a  dream?

… Time has run out now!
The door opens!
What happens next?
Does death await?
Will the answer ever present itself?

 

Author notes

The moment of truth could await,but can the foresight be attained to prevent this from happening ? {beforehand I mean}?


A mirror which can only perceive darkness….

by Stuart Crossley on August 23.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

To see only the negative aspects
of the heart
Is surely only to remain vacant,
empty…
-the same meaning is surely spoken? –
We then come back to
viewing ourselves differently..
… If that is a possibility
why cannot society view all
in the same light?

 

Author notes

A question which seems to go unnoticed [sadly]. Isn’t it time this was seriously considered? {Other than by people with morality I mean.}?


Peering through the woodland that hides the soul

by Stuart Crossley on September 2.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Contortions perceived, may portray more than what is ‘actual’
When Ivy is seen to twist the heart
of the wretched
A withering Conifer leans over – in weakness!
But a mighty Oak was surely present!

~
Now astounded by the awareness of how little can be seen outside the heart in question!

 

Author notes

The eyes of the ‘beholders’ may think they are in command of their ‘language’, but are they?
50 words, PROMPT :’Body Language ‘.


An empty space (?)

by Stuart Crossley on September 3.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

The mind may be filled
with many wonderings

‘How many?, How much, How little? ‘

This {and many other
issues} were mused upon
as the huddled figure
remained so.

Was this to think deeper?
-you may ask
Or is it simply an escape..
.. from reality?

The hills, the cobbled
streets
-things they will never
see {unless they travel to them}
-are they so far from this
place..

.. of solitude?

 

Author notes

If something (a place, a situation etc) can be seen in the mind, can it not exist in reality? Can it not be created? Is the silence of nothingness so vacant..? I think it is not, what do you think?


shortened bay

by Stuart Crossley on September 3.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

overlap the wind
boats come to water shallow
deep mirror does not

 

Author notes

PROMPT :’haiku harbour ‘


Reserve…

by Stuart Crossley on September 5.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Any number you wish…

 

Author notes


the icy sphere shines upon all

by Stuart Crossley on September 8.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

creative heartache
is born under pure night sky
cold orb of wholeness

 

Author notes

#7,PROMPT: moon


A song that is true does not need music..

by Stuart Crossley on September 12.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

Breathe into the heart
– but no breath is perceived!
The sound unheard
is true beauty!
Can it be possible
I am aware of nothing?
I. E. – Is my ‘awareness’ irrelevant?

 

Author notes

If anymore needs to be spoken {by me} ask yourself the answer you seek, you shall surely find it.


ruminations amidst ordinary life..

by Stuart Crossley on September 15.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

pondering nature
through unemotional square
the autumn woodland

 

Author notes

The human made cut -glass is how the scene of the natural world ,which borders on modern life, can be looked upon.


The question..can I find a reason or a cause?

by Stuart Crossley on September 17.  © Stuart Crossley, All rights reserved

How much distance is chosen to be known?

Does ignorance have its own parameters?

Is,therefore, what is perceived inconsequential?

Does the darkness override the frailty of the human soul?

Do the faults found within the soul condemn our hearts?

 

Author notes

So many questions -yet is the answer apparent?The decision upon the truth of this conundrum is in your power to make…

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