POETRY
Living expressions of inner work. Offered as a glimpse of the process towards radical self-acceptance, healing, and growth.
Take The Damn Pill
Take the damn pill,
You’re on it for a reason.
It’s to stop you feeling ill,
To keep you from self-treason.
Sure you’re feeling fine,
But how long will it last?
You know you’re not divine,
Just look back at your past.
There was that time you went cold turkey,
When you knew it would be fine.
Instead your mind went murky,
And you turned to a life of crime.
Or when you got the jitters,
So bad you couldn’t sleep.
Feeling your skin crawling with critters,
Causing you to weep.
Or that time you almost died,
When depression come back strong.
Or the time that you lied,
To yourself that something wasn’t wrong.
Take the damn pill,
You’re on it for a reason.
I don’t want to be reading your will,
As the last act of the season.
This poem is from the book Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly
The Derelict
The first thing you notice are his bare feet,
Black and dirty.
Lacking a chair, he squats.
Lacking a home, he squats.
The second thing you notice are his eyes,
Sunken and hollow. Desperate.
You walk.
He sees you seeing him.
You walk faster.
He smiles wide.
His teeth are as broken as the dwelling he guards.
Shattered windows for a shattered soul.
He calls out.
You walk faster still.
His sunken eyes suddenly grow sharp.
He recognises an opportunity.
You wear things of value,
You are something of value.
Then a second voice joins the first,
And then a third.
They point. They chuckle. They stand.
Your wealth represents their high.
Your body represents their high.
You run.
This poem is from the book Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly
Thoughts Intrude
Thoughts intrude,
Like a hammer’s blow,
Destroying the peace
I’ve cultivated.
Thoughts intrude,
Like a siren’s scream,
Stealing the attention
I’ve promised.
Thoughts intrude,
Like a threatening word,
Forcing the action
I’ve avoided.
Thoughts intrude,
Like a funeral march,
Revealing the emotions
I’ve suppressed.
Thoughts intrude,
Like a bird’s call,
Highlighting the beauty
I’ve missed.
Thoughts intrude,
Like a child’s smile,
Connecting the reality
I’ve lost.
This poem is from the book Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly