He is sure.
He is sure.
He is alive and aware,
Aware and alive,
In the here and now.
There and then,
Alive with awareness,
Sure of everything,
Certain.
He is here and now,
He is saying the words,
He is sure and alive,
Aware and certain,
In the there and then.
Here and now,
Always alive,
Aware of all,
Knowing.
He is.
-Trish
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Great Grandfather
The curve of it,
seemed manufactured not loved.
The number awaits its calling.
When you are demanding,
it sinks and sags.
But was there to stop you falling.
It stands stiff and unforgiving,
but folds when told to fold.
It stands harsh with simple living,
but can't help from growing old.
M.
seemed manufactured not loved.
The number awaits its calling.
When you are demanding,
it sinks and sags.
But was there to stop you falling.
It stands stiff and unforgiving,
but folds when told to fold.
It stands harsh with simple living,
but can't help from growing old.
M.
Behind Your Back
“But you promised” I shout.
I refuse to be placed in the trolley’s front and paraded around Asda.
“I didn’t promise you anything, now stop it.”
I get the look. So I stop it and sit quietly.
The supermarket is filled with things for me……….and things for mum.
This seat…this is too small for my chubby legs.
I can’t stop squirming.
Mum turns with a packet and says
“You like mushrooms don’t you?”
I stop squirming………….
Did she say mushrooms? I think she did. Did she say mushrooms?
“Actually we don’t need them now.” She says.
Oh….Phew!!!!
And we go on with our journey.
Occasionally.
When she doesn’t look….
In the go the skittles, in go the penguins.
Quick as a cat.
A great success, she doesn’t notice.
Until…It’s time to pay.
“And what is this little treat?” she says, holding up the bags.
Caught, red handed. With no escape.
But…with a rye smile.
They are paid for and bagged.
Yes!!!!!
I refuse to be placed in the trolley’s front and paraded around Asda.
“I didn’t promise you anything, now stop it.”
I get the look. So I stop it and sit quietly.
The supermarket is filled with things for me……….and things for mum.
This seat…this is too small for my chubby legs.
I can’t stop squirming.
Mum turns with a packet and says
“You like mushrooms don’t you?”
I stop squirming………….
Did she say mushrooms? I think she did. Did she say mushrooms?
“Actually we don’t need them now.” She says.
Oh….Phew!!!!
And we go on with our journey.
Occasionally.
When she doesn’t look….
In the go the skittles, in go the penguins.
Quick as a cat.
A great success, she doesn’t notice.
Until…It’s time to pay.
“And what is this little treat?” she says, holding up the bags.
Caught, red handed. With no escape.
But…with a rye smile.
They are paid for and bagged.
Yes!!!!!
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Read your poem today.
I'm sorry if I never listened.
I know now it's too late to take back those hours
when I was crying in your house
But it didn't go unnoticed my friend
It didn't
I'm sorry if I never listened
I gave you all I could at that point
I hope you understand
I will listen to you all day.
You are my reason.
I'm sorry if I never listened.
I know now it's too late to take back those hours
when I was crying in your house
But it didn't go unnoticed my friend
It didn't
I'm sorry if I never listened
I gave you all I could at that point
I hope you understand
I will listen to you all day.
You are my reason.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Dinner Time Stars
I heard a train go by today
It felt like it was going through my head
As I wondered what it feels like to be dead.
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It felt like it was going through my head
As I wondered what it feels like to be dead.
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