To Bogman,


Pot of Gold
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Beneath the Rainbow colour burst
The scented dampened earthy glow
A pot of Gold is waiting there
With goodness to bestow

Salvation comes in various forms
Some things are just too special
Yet a heart that's true,with irish eyes
Is not a shipwrecked vessel

To ride the storm is admirable
To weather all this friend
A good person who is always there
Will find that time will mend

Because time is the greatest healer
That is what i've been told
So I will search beneath the Rainbow
To present to you that pot of Gold

Titan

Sunset on Loch Etive

It lingered with me but for a little while,
That voyeuristic guilt,
For unexpectedly the naked sun goddess step'd from on high
From behind a luxurious clouded quilt,
To dance with diamond damsel flies,
On the waters of the River Awe,
And to play with the evening breeze
In the trees of Loch Etive's foreshore
Casting shadows and shafts of light
A thousand hues of gold and green,
In a burlesque show before the onset of night,
Like no other I have seen before,
And then, too soon, she was gone
Cloaked in the fading light
Leaving behind a million star filled eyes
To sparkle applause with pure delight!

End
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Ive reached the bottom
Sitting here devoid lost in a void
The me that knew the me that once was me
Falls limp across remains also destroyed

Take everything away,it all means nothing now
The up which pulls to alleviate has left this bigger low
So now I watch the seconds tick
Before revealing just how low that I can go

The high which hurts when at the time I feel
Is pushed aside compulsive as the tide
Thoughts now turn to how to end it all,but how?
When darkness fills the soul I cannot hide

A Thousand promises and words mean nothing more
Just as the futility of living screams apparent
A thing which tries to be a person,that is me
To pity,hate,condemn,opaque,transparent

I wonder if I,ll see another day of hope
Either in a physical or pschological disguise
Right now emotions surround me like confetti
That cloud my thoughts and leave emptiness exploding in my eyes

Shock,alarm,disappointment,all cause much concern
As in my hands my head feels heavy and too full
Contradiction is the body which so empty now to bear
A life which has no purpose,to anull

Titan

Revealed
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Again revealed amongst numerous complications
Should I shushhhh in the depth of the night
There is no point,no reason to exist
Bags packed,slammed door,she took expected flight

Now empty but understanding
I sit with knife in hand
The blade glides oh so freely
Its point dictates where it should land

I stare at it gleaming Catatonic
The self harm principle of the norm
Are eyes so blind they cannot see
In me,the worse destructive form

Where cuts cut deeper through the soul
Or what's left that remains up to this day
Self mutilating vocabulary aired here
Existing and re-read,day after day after day

Turning those against to feel intensity
Revealing all to those who care to look
Not worried about imparted feelings
When at their lowest,who really gives a F---

She's gone,I have no sorrow.

Titan

Titan, If I can be of any help at all, I will open my pm facility. Otherwise, please do as has been suggested and 'phone the Samaritans, or anybody else that you think might help you. There is absolutely no shame in needing/wanting help , and much to be admired in having the courage/humility to ask for it.
There are many many people here who care about you.
You are so obviously a talented, thoughtful and sensitive person. You do not need to be alone ,even if the contact is the somewhat impersonnal e-mail, 'phone call route.

All I can do Titan is assure you of my best wishes And my hopes that your mood may be lifted

AB

Vale of Tears



There is a land of tears and pain
a place I visit now and again
a place through which my tears seep
A vale where I keep my sorrows and my sleep

The Vale I visit when mood is fell
but in its valley I do not dwell
it is fair in a dark dreary way
but not a place the living stay.

Here I meet you again my friend
ever hear our paths will wend
I think you tarry here too long
all gladness gone from your song

In reaching out through the gloom
I touch your heart feel the boom
the erratic syncopated beat
you fear betrayed by sweat and heat

The burning heat of an angry man
a person who had a plan
to find his way from this dell
Find escape his living hell

This place of fear
this place of hell
I know it’s contours so very well
I know the paths through the mire
the road will lead ever higher
into the light and warmth of grace
which will take us from this place

In the future when you feel fell
you may visit again the dell
Don again the Veil of pain
but do not waste your life in vain
emerge from the shadows to
those who have much love for you


So my friend
Strong prophetic man
Regain your strength, let's find your plan
do not return to the jet black night
in the sunlight choose to fight
to stand strong above the crowd
undefeated ever proud.

In this endeavour
you will see an ally and friend in me

Inspired by Chelsea Flower Show.

No Medal today

I have a small suburban patch
the like not seen at Chelsea.
It is my bolt hole, where I watch
for signs of Nature,you'll see.

The birds they come for worms and snails
and frogs will spawn near pond.
It's here where foxes sun their tails.
Their trust cements our bond.

No medal of gold will I receive.
No judgement from on high.
For no certificate will I grieve.
Just watch with butterfly.

I'll look across my sunny beds
and not fret over weeds.
The fragrant flowers shake their heads.
Leave them, til they give seeds.

My Garden serves me through all seasons.
It greets from my back door.
I love it for so many reasons.
Without it, I'd be poor.

It beckons now, so out I go
where shadowy foxes play.
On garden seat, in moonlit glow.
As marks the end of day.

lazy day


My intentions today were to have a good clean
Around the house, dust can be seen
So thankful no one came to call
Good intentions were there just did not happen at all

My intentions today were to have a good clean
Around the house dust can be seen
So thankful no one came to call
Good intentions were there, they came to nothing at all

No motivation, or desire to care
Been sat all day in my comfy chair
No TV just peace and tranquillity
Nothing has been done, what a liberty

And the dust will have to stay
As tomorrow is another day
Maybe in the morning I will have more zest
Today just not been at my best

Used to always keep a tidy home
Clean and clean in my comfort zone
So why have things suddenly changed
Can not be bothered, so nothing gained

Life i realise is to precious to worry about the dust
Taking time out for me now is a must
So I will put away for now my Mr Sheen
And try tomorrow to give the house a clean.

PBx

PB
I imagine your house to be spotless with a place for everything and everything in its place. How great to find you have the same attitude as me!
I never used to be so untidy but it is because I just can't do it. I want to but physically, I can't.
Wherever I turn there is a pile of some rubbish or other - sewing, knitting, writing, drawing, etc.
Oh well - at least we look - 'lived in'!

Lin
xx