1st in a long time

Her desk cluttered with papers,
A mixture of documents and old
Love letters. She reads through them
without abandon, a twinkle in her
eyes, content and yet wanting.

She's beautiful, in every sense of
The word. Funny, caring, and
stunning, she's a vision to many
and to a lucky few, a friend.

Her eyes glow despite the light
coming from a lone candle on her
Table, they shine througout

One of the love letters catches
Her attention. It has no name

All that's on it is this poem.

Sentinel on the Cliff

This blog died for a while, Now I'm reviving it. 1st post in a long time.

He runs through the woods on nimble feet, making not a sound. It's instinct to him, how he never hits a tree, or stumbles on the gray branches and brambles that litter the forest floor. Clear and keen eyes scan his path, noting every crack in the ground. Every puddle, leaf, twig and bug is taken in stride.

He runs on, an unhindered soul beating with life on this cold autumn night. Every muscle of his ripples in unison, working not as seperate entities, but a single, focused power, as he charges through the underbrush. Stopping not, on and on he runs. Without fear, without inhibitions, he runs. Through the black, he runs.

Silent as the wind, he speeds through the darkness. Shadow upon shadow, few see, and those who see, none react, for they know it is futile to catch the ghost among the trees.

There! amongst the trees! a slimmer of light. He alters his path towards it. Every step brings him closer, every bound he takes brings him nearer to the light. The trail begins to go uphill. The soil slowly replaced with stone, angled in such a way no other would dare scale it. With everystep, it gets harder. every foot infront of the other, more effort is needed, more is put in. It is a hard climb.

But he will not be denied.

With a final snarl of defiance, he bursts from the treeline, onto the protruding cliff. Eyes a bright yellow look across up at the stars and full moon. He draws breath, filling his lungs with fresh air.

He lets loose the air in a long, unyielding howl.

The Sentinel on the cliff watches all.

Cheers and Waiting
Healing Poet

Silence

The tape has been pulled from my
mouth, the gag removed. The bonds
Cut from my hands and feet, and my
resolve renewed.

For a time my voice was lost. For a
time, I had nothing, I was quiet.
But silence has a way of making many
things desired.

I'm back ladies and Gentlemen.

Cheers and Waiting
Healing Poet

Trail of letters

Half of me is hoping that you you will read this, that you still visit this blog. The other half hopes you don't see this.

However, if you are reading this, thank you for listening...really.

To you, it may look like I'm in possession of a vast amount of happiness that I take with me wherever I go, but even I need to get things off my chest at times. I know you're busy and stuff, so don't worry. I just feel more...distant from everything, almost like I have to wade through syrup to get to everything...to everyone...to you.

Sigh, it's been tough, the past few weeks, all the stress and work etc...But don't get me wrong, every smile I had was still genuine.

I still feel distant. And I don't know why.

Sigh, enough self brooding for now. Need to start smiling again.

Cheers and Waiting,

Healing Poet

Word Definitions

Circumvent: What you tell your boss when he is stressed out

Balderdash: A bald guy winning a marathon

Willy-Nilly: A guy with no bump in his pants

Idiosyncracy: Idiots line dancing

Testimony: checking your wallet

If you get what they mean, then good for you

Cheers and Waiting
Healing Poet