Monday, 23 December 2013

A Christmas Tale

On a cold winters night
With green glistening white
Dreams awake in their heads
Of a man on his sled

Dark shadows in the night
Moving swiftly out of sight
Quick footsteps in the halls
Light as a snowflake falls

Silent whispers in the night
Warm wishes wrapped up tight
The secrets that they keep
Come alive whilst they sleep

In the quiet of the night
Before the sun shines bright
Pause before the dawn rises
As they dream of surprises

On a cold winters morn
As the wrapping is torn
Childlike eyes light with glee
Underneath the sparkling tree

At the breaking of dawn
They know their job is done
And they smile to themselves
Once again becoming elves

When this day is complete
No more secrets they will keep
No more presents they will hide
Return to normal with great pride

© Fergus Martin


Thursday, 19 December 2013

A Year Of Love

Cold frost melts away
Seeds of life begin
Saplings sprout their tender roots
Fauna bursts to life
And my love blossoms in the spring

Summer showers quench the earth
Parched in the heat of the sun
Downbursts rise the riverbanks
Trees reaching up for life
And my love roasts in summer's haze

Harvests reaped and gathered
Fruits of the earth revered
Withering branches sway forlorn
Their vitality gone for now
And my love fades like autumn leaves

Mist rolls over the hills
Creeping down the valley
Clouds hang heavy in the air
Darkening the skies
And my love dies in the cold of winter

© Fergus Martin


Monday, 16 December 2013

I Need Life

I need to ramble
I need to walk in the woods
I need to smell the flowers of the forest
I need to see the branches sway in the breeze
I need to see the rivers flowing
I need to feel the wind in my hair
I need to watch the birds in flight
I need to smell the crops in the fields
I need to feel the cold of winter
I need to feel the summer's sun
I need to feel the damp autumn rain
I need to see the spring approaching
I need to walk the streets around me
I need to listen to the world
I need to hear the chatter in the crowds
I need to see the children in the playground
I need to taste exhaust fumes in the air
I need to hear my favourite music
I need to watch guitars being played
I need to listen to the voices of angels
I need to watch as my children grow
I need to visit great Aunt Jean
I need to feel the touch of my lover's hand
I need to hold her in my arms
I need to see the smile on her face
I need to find a way out of this prison
I need to wake up
I want to live

© Fergus Martin


Guardian Angel

Every day she watches over me emotionless
Standing cold as ice she gazes at me silently
She weeps no tears on this her daily vigil
Smiles as furrows carve paths endlessly
As I gaze blindly round the room in fear
She waits patiently

In the corner of the room, where I can see her
A vision in my world she stands majestic
Staring at the void I scream in terror
Charming with her smiles, remains angelic
The storms my body takes, she swiftly calms
With her everlasting calm she's so mesmeric

Slowly she approaches me
Her warm lips meet mine
And at the touch of the Angels kiss
All suffering forgotten
She welcomes me to her world
I enter peacefully.

© Fergus Martin


Saturday, 14 December 2013

The Search For Truth

Whisper to the stars
They hear all your secrets
Tales told from the heart
They know the truth

Stare up at the sun
It sees all your problems
Watched as they begun
It knows the truth

Shout out at the moon
It listens to your worries
Wraps them up in a cocoon
It knows the truth

Listen to your world
They hear all your troubles
Watched as they unfurled
They know the truth

Look inside yourself
You know all the answers
Search for inner wealth
You'll find the truth

© Fergus Martin


Tuesday, 10 December 2013

Trapped Inside

This white room,
These four walls,
Staring at the shelves I see a thousand worlds
And in their multi-coloured jackets they stare back at me
I close my eyes and am transported
Fleeing this captivity and breathing once again
The room remains on my return
The walls gaze blindly down on me
When will I escape this reality;
This cell;
This prison;
This hell?
This Sanctuary?
The word embedded in my mind,

© Fergus Martin

Dec 2013 

Monday, 9 December 2013

Thought For The Day

With your first breath there is light
With your last the darkness falls
When travelling between the pair
Make every breath shine brightly

Fergus Martin

Saturday, 7 December 2013

Two Bars

Two bars only, glowing fiercely
Take the chill from the winter's norm
Semi-circle of sweet sanctuary
Far from the beat of the winter's storm
Two bars only, temporarily
Moth-ridden blanket warming bones
Festive cheer wrapped in newsprint
Story that's told in so many homes
Two bars only, powered down
Another layer to save the cost
Resources dwindle to the point of extinction
For all that we have, 
What more have we lost?

© Fergus Martin
Dec 2013

Thursday, 28 November 2013

The Hands That Never Turn

On the walls the hands that barely move
Solitary focus for each and every day
Gaze that’s cast upon each passing movement
Watching time explode and waste away

Another wasted moment leaves the room
Disappears without direction, lacking reason
And with every other second in the day
Act out existence in a lonely act of treason

Measuring its journey through its sweeping
Daily life dictated by the turning of its hands
Eyes that stare silently to space in desperation
Scenes lies beyond the windows lost in yearning

Every breath that pauses in its path
Witnessed by the eyes of stagnant life
Vacant as the days drift into nothing
As distant as the dawns which fall and rise

The stasis of the moment floating freely
Expectations hanging heavy in the air
Plans and circumstances not forthcoming
Delayed decisions taunt with timed delay

Pregnant pause explodes with sad admission
Hands sweeping now into their resting place
Their stopping point, a place in constant motion
Spun upon a point in stagnant space

Lights that dim upon another day
Closing out the avenues to hope
Once again the doors are closed to answers
No deliverance this day just like the last

Laboured soul lies bleeding on the bed
Invisible, unsighted to his fate
Truth tethered and held back at a distance
Act of mercy comes for one too late

© Fergus Martin

Nov 2013

Wednesday, 27 November 2013

Angels Walk Among Us

Crushed condiments of happiness
Smiling back at you from table tops
Regimental lines prepare another charge
Marching to the beat of silken maidens

Those gentle hands of deliverance
Caress the lives of embittered souls
Their coats of many colours guiding traffic
Defensive paths rush from their hearts

Frailty strolls amongst us as a friend
Wicked hand it strikes from who knows where
Calm waters struck by random storms
Legions toil against the pain which takes its toll

For every one that falls, there’s one survives
For every one that suffers there are relieved
For every one that walks away unharmed
A battle hardened smile engulfs the world

© Fergus Martin

Nov 2013

Retracing The Path

Drifting slowly on the wings of love
Gliding into guiltless free exuberance
Strolling through avenues of tender delight
Canyons of the heart engulfed in joyous rapture

Coiffured borders lined the edges of our lives
Sparkling trim to our picketed world
Petals in the wind settled on our souls
Bonding together in the soil of deep serenity

Through the brightness we danced and we dallied
Our lives meandered intertwining in the shadows
Of the cloistered corridors of youthful wandering
Archways overhead formed shallow shelters

Merry jigs we weaved as we spun tales unwittingly
Reeling with the waltzes, tripping lightly on the edge
Pirouettes of confusion scattered rosebuds on the floor
And the petals on the breeze lay dead and ashen by the door

Betrayal bites deep
Burning to the molten core
Trust lies broken
Floundering in the shallows
Love frozen in limbo
Awaiting resurrection

Betrayal rots the souls
Decaying the roots of love
Faith abused unceremoniously
Left at the way-station of hope
Lying silent in the wings
Seeking only redemption

Dance once again but nervously
Steps softly taken, words eerily whispered
But the echoes of the past
Remain undiminished
Screaming through the masques
Shading truths deniable to none

The pervasive stench of bitter pain
Fills the void 'twixt past and future
Standing at the median point
Balanced on precious scales of life's decision
You scream at the craven familiar
Will it always be this way
The torment,
The pain
The endless taunting of distrust
Will the suspicion ever fade?

© Fergus Martin
Nov 2013

Friday, 25 October 2013

Alive in Your World

With every word you leave me breathless,
filling my every waking moment with desire,
the hunger that knows no bounds,
the intoxicating breathe of freshness
enlightening this shallow soul.
The very touch of you excites me,
in ways I could never believe imaginable,
exciting me with each gentle caress,
and as you breathe new life in me,
my lust for you grows stronger.
As I dive between your covers,
I enter a world of fantasy and joy,
fulfilled beyond my wildest dreams,
delivered to unrivalled heights
and I yearn for more.
In every silent moment that we share,
my world becomes alive at the thought of you,
every stolen second of solitude I endure,
your comfort and intensity pulls me through,
and I live for another taste.
Each word, each touch, every nuance,
draws me deeper into your labyrinth world,
enticing me into the arms of a stranger,
a lover, a friend, a guide through the void,
and I pray I never escape.

© Fergus Martin

Oct 2013

Tuesday, 22 October 2013

To Make Man Cry

We wandered through the streets of gold
You and I
We shuffled through the fields of gold
In days gone by
We listened to the tales of old
With tear in eye
We wondered if we'd be as bold
To make men cry

We hurried through our darkest days
You and I
We dallied in the summer haze
In days gone by
We saw the things that changed man's ways
With tear in eye
We hoped that we could be so brave
To make men cry

We talked about the things we shared
You and I
We dreamed together as we cared
In days gone by
We lived each day as we dared
With tear in eye
We craved the questions that would dare
To make men cry

We danced in limbo when we met
You and I
We played our tunes without regret
In days gone by
We laughed with joy on days well spent
With tear in eye
We sought the words that could be set
To make men cry

And as each moment passes by
We never think of what has been
But only of life passing by
And what was shared but never seen
The words that came and passed us by
That fell to earth in a dream
Songs that screamed and made man cry

© Fergus Martin

Oct 2013

Sunday, 20 October 2013

It is

It is what it is
Until it is done
And when it is done
What it has become
Is what it is

© Fergus Martin

Oct 2013

In Search Of The Siren

Fog crawls over snow frosted peaks
Candyfloss covering ice cream tips
Slowly drifting like a river downstream
Melting away with the touch of dawn
Reveal cragged edges worn through time
Slipping away in the mists of the morning
Vista changes, becomes a landscape of steel
Twisted metal corpses glisten in the sun
Solidity of sanctuary wallows in ruin
Empty streets ring with their silence
The life that was here dead and forgotten
Lost and betrayed by the ravages of man
Shining seas now glimmer and taunt
Shallow waters that calmed and caressed
Glistening now from the flames on the surface
Haze of the sun no longer reflected
As the tide washes out, bones lie unmoving
And the calm waters edge invites you to dance
On the horizon, the siren, she beckons
With the smile of a clown you dance to her call
Reaching out for the warm caress of her touch
Her toothless smiles reveal the truth in her song
And with eyes wide open pull back from her grasp
Fall into the waters shaking with fear
That pestilent world, forgotten for now
Deep in your soul you await her return
Like a time-delayed bomb going off in your head
When next you lay down, her revenge will be spiteful
Till you wake in a sweat soaked crib on your own
And your life flashes by, all at once, in a dream

© Fergus Martin

Oct 2013

Saturday, 19 October 2013

Fading Of The Light

When the lights go out,
what will you feel inside?
Will the triumphs of existence
flash like beacons in your mind?
When the lights go out,
where will your shadows be?
Safe within a feathered realm,
or lost on a ghostly sea?
When the lights go out,
what will your darkness bring?
Thoughts of hazel wood and summer lawns,
or a grinning horn tipped king?
When the lights go out,
will you slumber with content,
Or will the flicking of the switch,
release the venom of dissent?
When the lights go out,
will you fight your fight once more?
Or succour to the voices,
that cry out to you: NO MORE?
When the lights go out,
will you escape this world of pain?
Release the manacles of fever,
break free of the binding chain?
When the lights go out,
and your life-force ebbs away,
as the echoes draw you closer,
darkness is but a whisper away.

© Fergus Martin
Oct 2013

Friday, 18 October 2013

Leap of Faith

The moment you'll never forget,
trepidation fills your every pore,
that long slow climb to this decision point.
From here, life will never be the same.
On the edge of reason you reach into nothingness
and embrace the adventure of the next precarious step.
Every emotion rolls into this moment
Decisions of the past pale into insignificance
This next step will be into the unknown
A journey never anticipated before
The noose that has been unfurled,
releases you into the future
dropping you into a world of adrenaline
and in this moment you feast,
gorging yourself on the freedom,
the wind that now flows freely around you,
the open highway you now travel,
free from the constraints of society,
and as you reach out to embrace the river of contentment,
you smile within.
And you know the leap of faith was true.

© Fergus Martin
Oct 2013

Saturday, 12 October 2013

Around The Campfire

Dominique listened intently
as mother described their world.
The blue hues of the shining seas,
the golden ears of corn bouncing in the breeze,
the delicate wind that rustled through forests of green
and the calming ripples of gentle streams.

Chantal listened intently
as mother revelled in its beauty.
High mountain ranges topped in snow,
long sweeping valleys cutting the landscape,
wide open rivers edged in a patchwork of pastures
and gentle rains falling on the cheeks of barefoot children.

Pasqual listened intently
as father described the ways of his world.
Great factories toiling in sprawling cities,
small town shops with gaily decorated windows,
manicured lawns tended by gardeners with pride,
and village greens where they gathered for summer fairs.

Frederic listened intently
as father marvelled at its invention.
Great metal machines that roamed from town to town,
on tracks of steel laid down by battalions of men,
black highways carving out routes through the land.
and sparks that spanned the skyline on pylons of power.

The children listened intently
as parent told tales of the past, of a time long ago.
As they gazed at their wilderness of sand and ruin,
they wept tears for the land that time had forgotten,
and they as one asked the question "What happened?"
"Man" said the parents, as the tears flowed once more.

© Fergus Martin

Oct 2013

Sunday, 6 October 2013

Mirror To The Past

Every day I'm alive, I'm reminded of you
In every passing moment you are with me still
As each day unfolds the memories are awakened
The touching of nerves that have slept for so long
When I look in the mirror, my thoughts turn to you
Each furrowed brow another path to the past
The pallowed reflections echo your silence
And my thoughts turn beleaguered to you once again

Every breathe that I take is a breathe without you
The air that I breathe once was shared without thought
As we walked hand in hand upon beaches of gold
And sauntered through puddles laid down by the storm
The warmth of your touch kept me safe long ago
But now you are gone my fears are awakened
I long for the days when you held me so tight
As I stare at the eyes that gazed into yours

Long gone are the days that we spent together
As I sit here alone and gaze at my past
Through the mirror I see all the hope that was nurtured
As it echoes the past in the light of the present
I give thanks for the time that we spent together
But moving along I travel life on my own
You'll always be there tucked away in my thoughts
You guide me now on the path travelled alone

© Fergus Martin

Oct 2013

Thursday, 19 September 2013

Dance To Your Own Tune

Battalions and legions of lifeless creation
Spreading like vermin infecting this world
Swarming like roaches on a feast driven quest
Devouring the senses of weak and lame willed
Masters creations take his word to the masses
Venomous scriptures chanted by minions below
Cancerous preaching sucking life from all
All become one in the fires afterglow

And still their world ignites
Rotates and spirals through the void
dancing in the shadows of their underworld
Poisoned puppets screaming with one voice
"Control them all, defeat their will
Bring them down to the master's chamber
Make them dance to the master's rhythm
Every soul reaped gains another favour"

Marionettes dance to the hell born beat
Puppets dancing to their master's will
Changing step as his words drip like acid
Dancing blindly through lives born in hell
Forever following the path that was chosen
Forever moving to the will of the master
Never faltering in their trust in his guidance
No thought exists to escape from this chapter

And still their world ignites
Rotates and spirals through the void
dancing in the shadows of their underworld
Poisoned puppets screaming with one voice
"Control them all, defeat their will
Bring them down to the master's chamber
Make them dance to the master's rhythm
Every soul reaped gains another favour"

Angels and demons bow to their gods
Craven creations from a world of ignorance
Imposing their will on all that will follow
No rational thought in the steps of their dance
Your god is his devil, your devil his god
Though you don't know, you are one and the same
Both holier than thou in your firm belief
Whilst the world you believe in, is but a sham

© Fergus Martin

Sep 2013

Saturday, 14 September 2013

Better Together

We formed a bond time could not break
We drove a path no others could make
We shared a dream that was equal to none
A whispering voice and our joy could be gone
Journeys we travelled were roads full of hope
Memories forged now a pale anecdote
Time spent in building a future secure
A whispering voice now makes you unsure
The world we created full of pleasure and gain
Spinning around becomes one full of pain
being as one we can triumph and rise
But the whispering voice seeks our demise
The strength that we had, whatever the weather
Proved beyond doubt we are better together
Our past glories united become a powerful force
But the whispering voice is breaking down doors
The whispering voice of craven deception
Whose only device is to play on perception
Your views he will skew with deceitful delight
And break the great bond that we once did unite
As I drop to my knees and speak to your heart
I know that you care, would not rip us apart
I know that you see that whatever the weather
When we stand as one, we are Better Together!

© Fergus 

A Fond Farewell

They gathered in their homes expectantly,
minds awash with the landscapes he created.
Staring at the vistas he had painted,
as they drifted through the windows of their lives.
Marvelled at the depths he tugged from deep within,
reminding them of moments they had experienced,
preying on their fears and teasing out their tears,
of distant memories and fortunes they shared alone.
Together they had nurtured and empowered him,
trusting that his words would give them peace,
and now they sat as one, but still apart,
once more waiting on his words with trepidation.

Entering their worlds, they fell silent,
tantalised by thoughts of words of wisdom.
What feelings would erupt from deep within?
What memories would be awakened by his words?
What hidden truth would he light upon this evening?
Where would he take us now on this journey?
What scene would be created by his mind?
And so they gathered here again, but still apart,
every second waiting, building for the moment.

And when he spoke in gentle tones, they craned to hear,
his words sprung from the page with raw emotion,
this time not theirs, his pain was plain to all.
His time was over, his time ruthlessly expired,
soul ripped apart and bleeding on the floor,
an empty shell was all that remained.
One last song he sings, one more window opened,
his portrait now complete for all to see.
And with the word "Farewell", he was gone.

© Fergus Martin

Sep 2013

Monday, 19 August 2013

A Simple Love

It’s been a long time since last we met,
since I last gazed upon you,
wallowed in your resplendent glory
let your beauty wash over me,
in waves drifting over golden sands.
And I long for you always.

All the time we have been apart,
I have never wandered from your side,
never dallied with the love of another,
remained true to the depth of your love,
your heartbeat forever mine.
And my heart beats for you still.

When I close my eyes I see you,
and the memories drip like raindrops,
soft and gentle as the dewy morning,
and I draw from the strength they give,
from the power that they provide.
And the strength I have is yours.

For all the times we’ve been apart,
the wonder that is you has been my voice,
the rhythm of life that has endured me,
the soul that sings within my heart,
the song that sits upon my lips.
And my song will always be yours.

And I dream of you now in this place,
the dreams that you had become mine,
forever entwined my love grows anew,
fears that I have, smoothed by your charm,
as I gaze to the distance I see you again.
And I know you will always be there.

© Fergus Martin

Aug 2013

Saturday, 17 August 2013

The Rambling Man

Still looking for the words,
You know,
The ones I promised you last week,
The words to counter what I said before,
But all I find I’m doing,
Is rambling.

All I see inside my head,
A kaleidoscope of words,
And endless scrolling dictionary,
An encyclopedia of colours,
And here I go again,
I’m rambling.

I see a tumbling waterfall,
Chased by unicorns in blue,
I see Byzantium in the distance,
With it’s towering minarets
And there I go again,
Just rambling.

Great scripts form, at once collapse,
Dismembered by their rhythm,
Become a caricature of chaos,
Turning back once more upon themselves
Disintegrate in carbon,
On and on the rambling

Four times I’ve begun this piece,
Four times the world’s erupted,
Four times I’ve lost myself in time,
Four times I’ve arrived at nowhere
And here I am,
Still rambling

And on and on it goes,
In circles of perpetuity,
Cycling up hills that never end
Chasing tigers with no tail,
Right there, that sentence proves my point.
I’m rambling.

And so I ramble ever more,
Eventually, the words will come,
I’ll keep that promise that I made,
I’ll write that piece that I once promised,
But for now there’s nothing left to do,
But ramble.

© Fergus Martin

Aug 2013

Saturday, 10 August 2013

Vote Yes?

In the distance, a howl is heard, a deep threatening roar
in the silence of the darkened world.
That long sound echoing through the valley floor,
echoes of the past bounce around the rocks,
and the heartbeat of man pumps once again.
Fearful of the sound of the carnivore that feasts
upon the souls of the weak and impoverished,
grinding them to dust as he salivates upon the morsels.
The cold hearted killer of dreams that stalks,
crawling uninvited into the nightmares of men,
and crushes hopes of freedom from the turgid existence.
Damns the under caste to the periphery of Hades,
climbing ever higher on the golden staircase
carved from the sweat and blood of the insignificant.
In the distance the howl continues,
drowning out the pleas for equality and recognition,
damning all to their place in the underworld,
their pitiful role in the play acted out on distant stages,
carpeted corridors of opulence and ignorance.
Fighting dogs battle over the skeletal remains
of a land once proud, once strong, once vibrant.
Every broken promise, every shattered dream,
In the night the howl continues, but the fear is gone,
whispers struggle to find their voice, to find their place,
and in the undergrowth new shoots are formed,
new alliances forged, new belief discovered,
the battle for this land has just begun.

© Fergus Martin

Aug 2013