Year: 2011
Finding Freedom [sonnet]
You said that you always feel safe with me;
I wish that I could feel the same with you.
Of course we want each other to be free;
but what of all the crazy things you do?
For freedom in relationship to work,
it needs a firm foundation based on trust.
“Freedom to” is often the road to hurt;
but “freedom from” will keep us free from dust.
Note to Self [poem]
Note to Self:
“Stop showering her with love”.
She’ll feel she’s smothered –
over-mothered –
covered by my glove.
Note to Self:
“Stop being so profuse”.
She’ll wish I’d never
said “forever” –
neck trapped in a noose.
Velvet Tide [sonnet]
I thought it would be you beneath that stone
but when I turned it over it was me!
The only state that I have ever known:
Both drawn to and fazed by intimacy.
Everyman’s dilemma, a paradox
defined, is how to be absorbed in her
in body, heart and mind (with flowing locks)
while also defending his barrier.
Somethingness [poem]
My cries went in vain
between the first time that we met…
[and went insane with
Some Thing which others would call love
but for which you and I could find no name]
…and now.
That meeting (and the life we shared)
was long ago when Some Thing flared –
intensity (no passion spared);
we bravely burned.
I loved your flood
then drank your blood.
We breathed each other’s breath.
We drank each other’s spit.
(We said “It’s more than until death…”)
When you were ill I cleaned your shit –
I swear to you I gladly would have eaten it
and in an eye’s blithesome blink
laid down my life for yours.
Through tragedy and tortured days
We never lost our lovers’ tryst.
We swore that in the twisted trail of time
our mouths would in the future kiss.
What patience we would have to bear
before our hands would once more
feel the softness of each other’s hair.
Our bodies then dissolved in dust
and memories shared became encrusted
by the desert sands of time.
But Some Thing never went away,
for sparks of love will not decay
across the sifting centuries of time.
For you I searched through endless days –
my golden box of love wide open and ABLAZE.
Life after life I went from place to place:
“Have you seen this girl?” But never a trace.
I slithered with wonder into my present life
and straightaway embarked upon my quest.
I went astray in many cold lost lands;
no other woman ever passed the test.
Wandering like a troubadour,
trying on clothes for size;
but none of them was shaped like you
and none of them had your eyes.
Every good thing tasted
in all my many lives
was but a dress rehearsal
for the precious time
when you and I
would be entwined
and thrive.
Then –
in the very moment I had lost all hope
we through the airwaves gently spoke.
A primal spark prodded us – spurring us knowingly
That we should acknowledge our history flowingly.
So now you are here!
And I look wide-eyed at the stars and moon
and all the elements of life which play that magic tune
of mystery and mellifluousness, riddle and rhyme
infusing us with awe through lifetrail tracks of time.
We are a torch of an eternal flame –
the Somethingness which others would call love
but for which you and I can find no name.
© 2011, Alan Morrison
Your Smile [sonnet]
If I had tried to classify your smile,
I soon would in deep water have been found.
I gaped with gleeful gasps just like a child
as in your lightsome lovethrob I was drowned.
No smile has ever carried me away,
or taken me to places yet unknown;
but in the careful candlelight’s decay,
by yours my cautious heart was overthrown.
The Upper Hand [sonnet]
I think I see now how the story goes
each time you’re faced with danger in a man.
For danger in your love scenarios
means giving from your heart more than you can.
The time I saw the writing on the wall –
the golden clue to everything you touch –
was when you said these words (you might recall):
“Your company I will enjoy too much”.
Stockholm Cowgirl [song lyric]
I met a girl from Stockholm
A cowgirl (so she said)
Impressive in her rhinestones
She seemed a thoroughbred
But at the time I didn’t see
The spurs she wore below
Received her rattler snakebite
But I had no antidote
The Rising [song lyric]
Did you want to take yourself away in space –
lose yourself without a trace and be alive?
Listen hard with something other than your mind;
then so strangely you will plainly come to find
that you can hear the heartbeat of the world –
its secret soul unfurled.
It’s raw. What’s more,
you’ll ache for all the pain that power brings
and realise that you can simply sing
to heal it all –
just heed the call
to rise…
How did we come to reach this point
where everything seems out of joint?
The answer is discovered deep inside;
and then we have to swim against the tide
With courage we must act as one –
the power of words against the gun,
so we can look our children in the eye;
with love for every speck beneath the sky
Come with me and take my hand in harmony.
Make a stand and know you’re free to be yourself.
Do not fear the consequences of your deeds.
Now the time has finally come to fulfil needs.
You’ll find when you unlock the prison door,
the bird inside will soar
on wings and sing.
You’ll know in what direction you should go.
Towards your future you can truly flow
to heal it all –
just heed the call
to rise…
© 2011, Alan Morrison
thought dream [poem]
if this life
(as some say)
is simply an
illusion
then it is a
madly
recurring
one
Aloneness [poem]
Have you ever felt the icecold
gales of aloneness?
I do not mean
lone lee ness
which is something altogether
different –
simperingly subjective
and even desirable
(artistically considered).
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