Poison Pen Letters to Myself Read Online Free Page B

skipped
    Into my vision
    You found me amusing
    I challenged your very existence
    Your right to reality
    Well, can you blame me?
    I was happy tucked up in abstract philosophy
    Am happy with the concept of never, forever and always still
    But you told me to doubt my own reality
    You used my abstract against me
    And should I find myself in existence
    I should accept the possibilities
    Being offered to me
    I guess we should always accept the possibility of being wrong
    Or right
    Or unsure anymore
    Well if you keep talking
    I will have to keep listening

Hope
(For Mark)
    I wanted to wake up in your arms
    But I stole away under the soft moon
    I wanted to lay and just hold you while you slept
    But I was pulled away too soon
    I wanted to listen to you breathing
    I wanted to hear you speak
    Of dreams yet unfulfilled
    Of a life that could be better
    Of a world that could be peaceful
    Of me, and that I could be happy
    If I could
    I would
    Go back
    And kiss you before you kissed me
    And although I know it can’t be
    It was simple reality that made me
    Happy

Unconscious Creativity
    There is a divine comedy within creation
    That encourages us to let go
    Not to take ourselves too seriously
    To simply go with the flow
    For every time I raise my pen
    And battle with the page
    I demand my own creativity
    Only to find I have nothing to say
    But in the wee hours of darkness
    When I am too tired to fight
    Inspiration sneaks upon me
    Fills my eyes with light
    Blindly I stumble forth
    All physical form left behind
    And I see all the methods of
    Painting between the lies
    I hide a message of remembrance
    Within every stroke of fate
    To remind myself of divine
    When hungry and paint covered, I awake…

Late
    I heard my name
    When you called me again today
    But I am forever the rabbit late
    And I merely ran away
    It wasn’t until I stopped
    And heard no sound upon the breeze
    That I realised if I stopped listening
    You would stop calling to me

Listening
    She smiles at me
    And in her eye I see
    All the things she would say to me
    If she but only had the words
    Then again I am aware
    Whenever I feel her near
    That it is I who needs to hear
    The stories I never heard
    I raise my eyes
    And seek her sight
    And bathe within her soft light
    To ease my troubled soul
    I wax and wane
    She does the same
    And together we play the game
    Of phases to become whole

Beyond Tomorrow
    Within the fire we all become
    Ancient man mesmerised
    The simple tasks tire the hands
    The good life, a hard life
    There is no more bartering
    Haggling, begging and coaxing
    We are beyond the desire for more
    No more hoping
    Within the water we all become
    The reason for living and loving
    The fetch water carry wood
    A philosophy of having
    There is no more waterfall
    Overspill, cascade of emotion
    We are beyond the stagnant
    Carried away in tidal motion
    Within the earth we all become
    A nurtured plant with face
    Lifted towards the sun
    Moving in place
    There is no more receiving
    Merely sowing and reaping
    We are beyond the taking
    Storing and heaping
    Within the wind we all become
    The cry of voices unleashed and free
    The wind removes the wool from our eyes
    And finally we can see
    There is no more forgiving
    No more ifs, buts, I wish, I need
    We are beyond the arguments
    It simply is, and we simply be

With
    With the fire we burn to survive
    With water we respect our lives
    With earth we learn a new way
    With the wind we sing a new day

This Light
    I sit within the spotlight
    The stage in darkness lies
    Preparing to perform
    The arts of times gone by
    The light washes down
    Upon my upturned face
    My tools about me shine
    Blessed by unearthly grace
    Within the shadows I hear
    Soft anticipating sighs
    Waiting for my hands to move
    And open up all eyes
    And I feel blessed
    Refreshed
    And inspired to be
    I craft
    And bend
    And prophesy
    I spin
    And weave
    All manner of life
    I bend
    And blend
    The Craft of the Wise
    For this light is the perfect time
    The blending of body and