Saturday, 25 May 2013

Living With The Silence Of The Past

Your past betrays a future you desperately crave
Silence in the present leads to a shallow grave
In the silence of the world that you've betrayed
The memories you can't share are now enslaved

You dream the fantasy of everlasting glory
Success that's built upon dark and hidden stories
In the silence of your words the past is hidden
The song that brings relief remains unwritten

You walk a road that's littered with untruths
Smothering the story of misbegotten youth
In the silence of the woods you ploughed your path
Covering the tracks that will reveal your past

Stare into the mirror staring back into your soul
Reflections of reality that spins without control
In the silence of your image unspoken hell revealed
Kaleidoscope of mirrors keeps the truth concealed 

Hidden sanctuaries of secrets never to be told
Forgotten deeds and escapades cravenly controlled
In the silence of the shadows your veil remains secure
Perfection of your life hiding all that was impure

You sleep through the haze of a thousand dreams
Drift through the maze of the flowing streams
In the silence of your mind the voices scream
And live inside the nightmare of your dreams

© Fergus Martin

May 2013

Wednesday, 22 May 2013

Innocence And The Innocent

As Innocence lays his guilt on you,
The ignorance in his life shines through.
Raised high upon his ego's pedestal,
He barks his words with thought so skeletal.

Do this!
Do that!
Do it now!
Do it yesterday!
Results, results, results!
Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines!
Your fault!

My fault?

Not yours, who shows no inspiration.
Not yours, whose skills have limitations.
Not yours, who tramples souls to dust.
Not yours, whose words breed distrust.

Do this!
Do that!
Do it this way!
Do it that way!
Do it my way!
Top gun, top dog, number one!
Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines!
You all failed!

We failed?

Not you, who commands without control.
Not you, whose words embitter souls.
Not you, who cannot see the light.
Not you, because you're always right

As Innocence shines his guilt on you,
Strength and truth will see you through.
The path he walks he treads alone.
Leading only to his craven throne.
Each and every curse he screams,
Fall on deafened ears or so it seems.
The worthless turn their backs on him,
The light of the innocent is not so dim.

© Fergus Martin
May 2013

Friday, 17 May 2013

She Whispers

She whispered to me once again,
and I thought of all the storms she caused.
I remembered the mayhem she created,
when she drifted down her path of chaos.

Her gentle strokes at first so calming,
she whipped up frenzy when she spoke.
When she goes silent hearts fall broken,
knowing that the coming storm will break

She brushes gently through my hair,
rushes headlong in her demonic quest.
Her chilling rage will erupt in vengeance,
destroying those who heed not her calls.

And as she came around again,
my heart fell shattered to the floor.
As in her shadow lives are ruined,
hopes are crashed upon her breath

The raging torrent she produces,
when she breezes through my life.
Fills me full of dread and wonder,
at the charm and might of Mother Earth.

© Fergus Martin

A Week In The Life

Setting off from his homeland in the hours before the dawning of the day, he headed north to where the men of the black gold lived, where he would take his first charge of the coming cycles of the moon. His armada plundered the battlefield laying waste to those who sttod before them and returned victorious. A short but glorious victory, but only the first challenge our adventurer would face this day. Wrapping his fleece lined clothing around him, he mounted his steed and returned to the Land of Blair and began to sharpen the blades for his next challenge this day.

So, following a good kip, our fearful wanderer struck out on the road again, off to the little town of Bo'ness, just outside Edinburgh, where he would be chained to a chair from 0230am until such time as the minions completed the task and all files were received by The Master of The Known Crapiverse.  Finally, he departed and ventured to the home of she who bore him into this world, where he will break bread, fall into bed, and arise in the early hours for another leg on his fantasmagorical journey of the week. This time, to the seedy metropolis of Glasgow.

Rested he rose, and ventured out in the grey early dawn of the urban jungle and headed West, to the dirt strewn metropolis, halting his trusty steed at the appointed place. His day began with a flourish and the gods appeared to be with him, this would be a good day. Then....

The evil gremlins of the mechanised world conspired to betray our fearless traveller and his companion, wrecking one sub-system after another as the creaking World of Access crumbled. Ruined, this short delivery became another day of fighting evil at every turn until that moment when he could finally rest his head (in the car park at Stirling Services), before finally ending his day in the Land of Blair

And now the night ahead looms with preparation and a short sojurn to the Land of Nod before heading to the strange land of the Fife, and then onwards once more.

He arose and his head ached, the world spun before him as his respite was short. The great god Java would have to be at the top of his game this night, dark and bitter as it was. And so he bowed before the steaming receptacle twice, as was his way, and his thirst was quenched. His head cleared.

And so begins another long night for our champion.

Taking to the highways from the Land of Blair, our warrior of the night set eyes upon the many rotting corpses of the fallen beasts on the track, whilst horned beasts stalked the woods. Winding his way to the village of the Cupar in the land of the Fife, our hero and his faithful companion Sue Baru steeled themselves for the battles of the night ahead. And on this dark night, the gods showered them with great fortune and the fight was quick and over without injury.

Breaking from his ritual, he sought out the red-headed female of his family, and supped the juice of Java in her company, before once more taking to the highways and byeways on his travels. Landing in the Kirk of the Fall (Falkirk) he sought out his bed, and ventured forth unto the hostelry where he dined on the staple diet of the men of Rome, before retiring to recharge his dwindling energy resources for another nights battle with the demons of Access.

Once more the gods of the chosen rained their fortune upon him. Once more the battle was short and the victory won with style. And so he ended his crusade and returned to the Land of Blair once more where the Hounds from Hell welcomed him with razor teeth and howls of happiness.

Thus endeth the adventures of our hero for another turn of the moon.

Sunday, 5 May 2013

Whispers In The Whirlwind

Words tumble on the page
Falling simply into place
Create the landscape of his dreams
Another time, another place
As they stumble in the silence
Maelstrom whips around his world
And the beauty in his writings
By the masses are not heard

Ink flows from quill unbounded
Careful lines become complete
Paint the story in his mind’s eye
Full of wonder, soft and sweet
As the parchment sucks the palette
Storms thunder through his tale
And the eloquence of artistry
Unseen by many they fall pale

Splinters fall on the wooden floor
What shape remains takes form
Chipping away at blank canvass
From inanimate new life is born
As chisels carve their images
Tornadoes rip apart the dream
And the careful crafted paintings
Fed to pyres, sight unseen

Voices reaching out with hope
Sweet timbre tones reflective
Words that flow without remorse
That picture life’s perspective
As the artist’s tell their stories
Hopes blown and left unpinned
All their voices remain merely
Whispers in the whirlwind

© Fergus Martin

Saturday, 4 May 2013

The Coin In The Hand

For those with lined pockets, the coin is king,
but those who have none weep.
Toiling their lives away for a paltry shekel,
barely enough to reach the end of the week.
Minimal coin for maximum effort
and a loaf of bread on the table.
Maximum sweat for minor reward,
existence, the name of this game.

Survival becomes the singular goal,
each crumb of comfort devoured with relish.
The sweat and the tears and the fear of collapse,
drive each and every decision.
The pain and suffering accepted,
it's what they must do to survive.
Scratching a living from the barren waste,
whilst society drowns in champagne.

The coin in the hand of broken men
shrinks beyond all recognition.
While those that control the coin of the man,
feast on tables of greed and delusion.
As every day passes they fight to survive,
cursing the gods of the coin.
As every day dawns, they rise once again
continue the path that they're on.

As every hour ticks away at their lives,
they struggle and fight to the end.
With each and every breath they take,
relieved they can do so again.
And they prey and they hope that the rising sun,
brings a change in their fortune and struggle.
Escape from the world of betrayal,
A new path on the road to survival.

© Fergus Martin
May 2013

Friday, 3 May 2013

Ode To An Eejit

Haw you ya bawbag
Will you stop prattling
Like a loon that’s gone daft
Spouting your nonsense
As if it were fact
Deluding yourself
Into belief
That everything you read
In the trash column
must be true

Haw you ya eejit
Think for yourself
Use the wee cells
Like the rest of us
Rub those two cells together
And think
Explore the world
Excite the subconscious
Stop being a sheep
Following the flock
Think for yourself
And be free

© Fergus Martin
May 2013


The journey to the centre of my soul
Begins in the deep, calm,
Pools of your eyes.
I fall into those eyes
And am captivated
by the world
I discover there.

And now I will
Forever hold your heart
Firmly in the palm of my hand
And I will always
Cherish the memories,
Of life in your promised land
And I will always
live the dreams
Of the wonders that we planned.

Looking at the world from within
The heart of another
Enlightens my every moment.
Those moments that are shared
In a symbiotic smile
With warmth and understanding.

And now and forever
I will hold your hand with mine
And let them merge as one
And forever
I will let your heart beat
In time with the beat of my own
Now and always
Will we be joined in contemplation
Of never being alone.

© Fergus Martin
May 2013