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Aswim in love

I have being redeemed from young love’s wreck,the call and beck of your heart:redeem, heal.Numbed the feeland lie of unwanted;unworthysoul scurvywas every thought in mindand heart.But I start againknowing love is all that

I remember a time......

There goes that smile again,loose,like a stray hair,greying,caught upon the breeze.You wheeze out a last laugh remembering times gone,Back when you shone;now only with mind’s eye,rose-tintedis it hinted that you knew of the

Mountain out of a mole hill

"Someone’s made a mountain out of a mole hill and now they want to bury me underneath it.Originally posted on http://tairngir.tumblr.com/page/33

Guilty but freed

Guilty but freedLoneliness of the heartis soul crippling;it’s effects rippling throughout your life.Bringing strife;the sense of low worthis birth for another’s painto void my own;Now blown out of all proportion this event,has bentthe

My life - An amazing journey

My life is amazing. Within a year my despair has become hope and His words have been fulfilled in my life in the most delightful ways. A year ago my heart was a

A father

You had so many;too many dreamsUnseemly;breaking you along the seams.Pastures green;known and seen;hopeless,chokingly safe.Releasing dreams;unknown,unseen;soul starting to chafe.Desiring depth,wishing for peace,swearing just for sweet relief.Running to danger;linger no more,chasing that lost belief,Gone like

A Citadel cloud

Beautiful, tall clouds hidden behind lower lying drizzle-makers;Grand, expansive spires of nature’s great conveyer;hidden behind a mist of weary half-carriers.Great pillars of the sky looking down;the view lost, thwarted by aborted weather-child.These majestic

My other halves....

Me and him and her we are all.He is confident and forceful;she is doubting and horrible.Me I am stuck in the middle;on my own.Only getting attention when I quietly demandand subtly moan,friend or

A love for all and all of me

I want true love that knows all of me,that brings total freedom allowing to be all,and all to see.A Love that is truth and not some idealist’s scene;Our Hope given flight in clear

Tumblarity

A while back I posted a very angry post about tumblarity which I later recalled as after being challenged by others and praying about it decided the language I used was not appropriate.

We are still.....

We are silent we are still - The world’s moral certitudes and foiblesTak, tak, tak, tak goes the gun in a raid of the dawn,Ahh, Ahh, screams the child into fractured world born,Shredded

Grace in colour

Sky overhead not yet black but the darkest blue,Here silencer comes scarlet in rage knowing this one is true,Praying’ over and sword is sheathed not even one angel to see me through ,I

An Evening known

Like an earthly stubble the grass tickles my palms as we lazily lay,Joy is my strange companion as the sun slips behind the hill waving a bye to the day,A gentle breath seduces

Smoke without fire

"There is no smoke without fire - You can get a flame from manure…….."Originally posted on http://tairngir.tumblr.com/page/73

A lover's stash

A poem about love lost, found, given and received, brokenness and healing…….Your sigh reminds me I can’t put her smile to dead-ends past,Frown contorted face I remember that death night, that cold of

Winter into Spring

Spring, spring is a time of creation, new growth. Spring generally follows winter which is a season in which a lot of living things enter into hibernation. Growth and newness is ceased or

A forced marriage

The big day,Everyone in the room sighs with joy, I’m smiling as my heart dies silently within,Sweet looking lady with pressure gifts deploy, me crying with painted glee grin,I didn’t drive here I

The frustration crustacean

I awoke this morning stretched out like a star fish,I was cracked shell, I was muscle tasty enough for five star dish,My body slim as a hermit, mind cockled and my mood crabby,I

Give me a drink.....

The drink makes my tears taste less bitter,It lies softly like a lover to me saying life ain’t got shitter,I stumble in my body but my mind now numb to me the unwashed

Wonderful Irony

My life is beset by the most wonderful ironies. I have recently found a love and aptitude for writing having grown up with dyslexia, this after finding real joy in reading the written

A lover's stash

Slap my face......

This is a piece I wrote after a difficult shift at work (I work as a support worker for adults with Mental health issues, Mental disabilities and physical disabilities) One of our clients

Gentle

Who is this that calls me from my latent apathy,Why is this good; rescuing heart from lovers atrophy,My desperate mewling reached further than a shout,Stumbling toe scraping limp took me further, packed more

Mercy flowing as the Mersey

Lately I have faced some strong opposition in the spirit from a number of sources but only a few days ago realised that they are merely agents of an environment of strong spiritual

Commitment to community

I have felt for a long time that the key to opening a lot of the spiritual doors in North Wales is for believers to live in true community (I know this is

Façades

Liars we walk through our lives a façade to everyone,Even we ourselves are fooled often enough,To stop our ears hearing as our hearts cry bluff,As we daily squirm unjustly proclaiming not fair,Not listening

This morning

I awoke this morning with peace in a light heart. Life is not perfect and there is so much I desire for the future but right now life is pretty plucking good. I

Down but not out - A psalm

I’m crushed Lord if you wanted me completely undone life has accomplished to unravel my dreams,Hope is like elusive prey that knows it is beyond reach,The sun’s light poured into my exposed chest

My undoing undance

I felt the cold steel of your betrayal dig into my back,And as I turned to give you a hug in all my love you plunged it into the depths of my heart,Your

A time for healing

Depression is something I know a bit about. I have some family members who suffer with it and I think I do, though I have no official diagnosis. I sense it’s tentacles creeping

Perspectives - Mine and his

I am that T-shirt that gives you sore spots on the entrance to the armpits,I am that cap that leaves a red ring just below the hair line,I am that wool coat that

Grace, face to face

I want to be good. I want to please God. He says He wants me to be true to myself and Him in all I do. He says He welcomes all of me

Inner Ramblings of a vulnerable man

I want to be good. I want to please God. He says He wants me to be true to myself and Him in all I do. He says He welcomes all of me

Trial by firing squad

I wake from peaceful slumber looking to the time as a cold trickle of fear slides down my slowly closing throat,Late lazy bones,I dash and run about collecting my thoughts and belongings apologising

Another rant

Life is wonderful in all its aching beauty. I love to love and laugh when I hear others laugh. I even wonder at the wonder of this life when I want to cry

Too bare to bare

Too long to long for that which I once had,Undoing the melody played on my heart strings,Skinning the weasel that would eat innocence,Too empty to empty myself here and now,Body beaten, mind unwound,

Left not right

A cocoon lonely in the corner of an empty room,That face encased reached up knowing it’s place,With lips sublime and eyes that shine,You left feeling blindly in this cleft,For that night dawn-less with

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