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

Sunday, 4 August 2013

The Story of Man

Creative man
Artistic man
Musical man
Inquisitive man
Inventive man
Productive man
Loving man
Caring man
Joyous man
Enlightened man

Warring man
Invasive man
Conquering man
Hateful man
Bitter man
Divisive man
Exploiting man
Controlling man
Destructive man
Ignorant man

© Fergus Martin

Aug 2013

Life's Repository

Spreading out in its hues and colours,
the sparkling land lays bare it's soul.
All its beauty revealed before you,
as you wonder how you lost control.
Golden crops burst forth with life,
bounded by neat hedges of green.
Valley floor sustaining the hungry,
as you wonder how life became so mean.
Little copses dotted here and there,
budding havens of unbridled life.
Towering trees reach for the heavens,
and the answers you seek never arrive.
Meandering rivers plough their furrows,
through the fields they sparkle and shine.
Leaping salmon rise to the surface,
your questions remain and build over time.
Bubbling streams bounce in the shallows,
rocky bed throws up horses of white.
Tiny creatures that know no worries,
as you wonder why you can't see the light.
The countryside sits so joyously fruitful,
as you listen in silence as the wilderness sings.
Their songs full of hope wonder and freedom,
all the answers you seek are contained within.

© Fergus Martin

Aug 2013