Remember….remember…Victoria
We are descendants of Bush Rangers.
We are strong.
We are many.
We will be triumphant through our struggles.
Remember….remember…Victoria.
We are descendants of Bush Rangers.
We are strong. We are many.
Tag: Journey
presently perplexing…
A dull reflection of our past-
trickles down the spine-
pools of doubt and chaos-
accumulates below.
Truth and wisdom muffled out.
Devils tongue-
manipulating minds
A dull reflection-
presently perplexing.
drive
Long drive, winding roads.
Motionless trees, always moving.
Travelling. Such peace.
#7 stream of conciousness
Uber travels, bumpy road. Air tinged with smoke. Nauseating aroma. Cars. Cars. Cars, homeward bound. Motion sickness creeps on in. Phone, typing, pot holes jagger on. Radio sound, white noise voices. Mainstream Radio overrated. Talk. Talk. Talk, nothing smart is said. Traffic light. Red arrow. Can not turn. Coffee sign, craving caffeine. Benches empty. Roads are full. Typing, typing. I have typed.
universal truth
Two souls entwined-
their universal truth shines through.
Pulsating passion endeavours through the skies.
Light years-
and-
light years-
their sparks journey through-
lifetimes-
over-
lifetimes-
chance and fate-
play the stakes-
juggling if fate-
will bring them together.
They hope always-
longing to be reunited-
to be entwined together-
for when they join again,
moments apart fade away-
for all they have is now-
for now –
two souls entwine-
Their universal truth shines through-
pulsating passion-
endeavours together.
Now.
Her Feet
She looked at her feet-
graciously she thanked them-
for these feet-
her feet.
Have kept her steady and strong-
for all she has seen-
for all the heart ache she has felt.
These feet-
her feet-
have guided her through-
the labyrinths of life.
Hopeful Gallop-Archive #9 2014
On his horse-
He did ride-
Stallion with silvery mane-
Knight with silver armour.
On his horse he did ride-
Fearful eyes-
Saddened soul.
Determined he was-
To save his lovers heart.
On his horse-
He did ride.
With every gallop-
Hope did seem near-
And by her side he would be.
Many suns did set-
And many moons did shine.
On his horse-
He did ride.
Once at his lovers destination-
Emptiness-
the only thing around-
All that stood was a lone stone-
And withered flower.
On his horse-
He did ride-
Mane and armour-
Now tarnished silver.
Worn and torn both man and horse-
Now they wait for time-
Where lovers shall meet-
Once more.
Always Talked-Archive #6 2013
The voices always talked-
With tainted words-
Poisoning my soul.
Laughter echoed on-
Pleasure from my misfortune-
They did not stop to think-
That I am human too.
Seek you -Archive #2 Nov. 2015
Shall I seek you out-
In the midst of chaos.
For the darkness that lurks within me-
Also reflects in you.
Are we each others savior-
Or each others tormentor.
If search for the answer-
To our minds dilemma.
Will the odds be for or against us-
As a whole.
Whilst I sit and ponder-
On the crowded thought.
I draw my breath in-
In hope that a quiet breath-
Will reveal-
Truth.
Of which is ours-
Or not of ours.
For we see the glory in this-
But we also see the pain in this.
Shall we seek each other out-
In the midst of chaos?
Keeping in mind the darkness that lurks-
In us both.
Shadows…..
As I sit within the shadows-
Life itself I do ponder.
Such sadness scars my soul.
Thorns encased in salt rape my heart-
Reflections of death I have seen.
Isolation-
Mind over body-
Veils my being.
As I sit in the shadows-
They do speak to me-
In hushed whispers-
Warming my ears.
For shadows have no reflection-
Death can’t be seen.
To which brings comfort to thee.
TLEofCassie 