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