Sanctuary

tremors

There was a time when they would lock you up in a big old house. In grounds where you could walk away your days. Breathe a sigh as the fog rolled across your gaze; walk arm in arm and talk of pipes and fires and the poems you wrote when you were young. Poems of sanctuary and asylum. It must have been a long life; apart, alone, a life to recover from the shock of what this world had done to you. Today though we don't have time for that and maybe it's for the best. So we check you in for a pit-stop, rip out your insides, fill you with some sickly oil, check the clock, strip you down rudely and haul you back on the track. But oh for some fleeting sanctuary. Time to let these stripped and raw wounds heal, with a breath of air, some space, some time. Sometimes I really wish it were 1959.

Godfather.

:thumbup:

Godfather.

acrossssSsssshittt

tremors wrote:

... and the poems you wrote when you were young. Poems of sanctuary and asylum. It must have been a long life; apart, alone, a life to recover from the shock of what this world had done to you.

i love it tremors.... absolutely fuckin love it.... just brilliant

tremors

Thanks guys. I have another week in the hills - so may have time to pen a few more poem type things on me holiday!

tremors

He moved like a tiger, sprung like black panther dissolving in the night. Told me truth that scared it out of me; and yet you know, he was quite right. Angles dissolved in front of us, space merging with the mind before our eyes. Hands blend in patterns way beyond a casual light. Witness it one time at least. See it for yourself. Cut through matter as distraction; get beneath the surface white. To subtle glow of shades that ebb away from firefly to amber life. Low flame warming beauty back up to the higher levels. Rising from the place from which you never can step back. He moved with springing heels, it echoed beyond his frame. And he pushed me over from a distance; I saw things you've never seen, saw things without their name. It was more than I could deal with, and I knew it at the time. I slipped into the night, completely unaware of just how much a teaching instilled me with the fight.

chadwick

very nice

chadwick

tremors... you are boss

tremors

Consult the golden compass before noon
Seek inner peace, it's always within reach
The tighter the trap; the more you find inside
Create space, make a gap
Release control
And step into the world
Without agenda, without plan
Observe what will unfold
Today, tomorrow
Look, what comes flooding in

tremors

Skinned. They stripped me right down to the marrow, below the bone. From there I grew. I used to walk these paths with a skinny shadow ten years ago. But now I have mass, no flab, but gravity, as my step resounds. Yet still the fluttering passers by, made-up ladies try to tread on my toes. Ever practising tolerance I give way. Yet today I stamp my foot, dig in a heel. Give them a fleeting shudder of the fear they've rent on me. A mere quiet boy, a gentle man. Look what you've turned me into. One wrong step. And I'll rip off your neck

tremors

He stripped you
And so you did it to me
You always kept your boots on
From that day on
Kicked me in the teeth
He reached you at a centre
So raw
You can never let it go
And me I still weep

A young girl, life ahead
A shining star
A lonely cloud
Descends on your life
The nights crowd in jostling
you around
You try and step
But noone hears your sound
You fade gaunt and glow
With an ethereal beauty they mistook for youth

The truth is he stripped you
So all you had left
Was the flowers in the vase
The milky sunlight
Penetrating the stems,
a thin stretch skin
On the bones of a life
Stretched out before you
No friend in sight
Only the red light of the radio
Kept you alive
And warmth from something
in the day
God knows how you survived
Your teenage years
You've tougher boots than I

tremors

Sunlight, sunlight, sunlight. If only I
Could find it in my ink

pandora

give me Big sky to die by

tremors

Rolling hills, rolling breeze
Fresh cool basin
Valley nestling and turning me over
Wind turning over me
Sink into valleys
Town, dwarfed by the view
Gaining perspective
Trying to find the littler you.

tremors

Writing from the heart, writing from the past, writing from that place, no other place to start. Trusting fate and currents will bring it safely round. Reading something different pinned up on the wall, something harsher and yet clearer than what I thought I'd started out. Sitting by the fire (winter's underway). Cool air turns to chills. Looking for the warmth. Isolated by my own sound; but warmed up by the poets gathered still around. Tomorrow will be sunny, I feel it in my bones. A crisp clear day, a fresh breeze and a town.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Sanctuary much.

tremors

Hills of teal, rising out of smoke
Mountain towering and ashen,
First light sleeping volcano protects this snoring town
Light bled dry but returning, like the dew across my eyes.
Safer here and nestling, from wind around my ankles
Smoky days still greet me, that I haven't even seen
Me, sitting like a phone nestling in a cradle
as something starts to stir.
Ready to receive, always ready now to speak
oh too ready.
Not ready though for respite
Catch a breath and let it go
Need to gulp a lungful of this fresh splintering air
Around here I'm recycled. It happens every year.
Coming back for Christmas and the icy winter cheer
And today the reds and greens already gather in the fabrics of the day

These hills are deep inside me, I don't even need to look.
Please take my body when it's broken
Wash me in the brook
Lay the frozen waste on this hillside
Stretch me on the heath. I promise
I'll not come back to haunt you, but go safely on my way.
Like the day I collapsed on that hillside all those years ago,
Let the planet take my weight, sinking in the moss
Offering up my soul as heaven burned my fragile dust
A young man surrendered to the force of gravity
Earth eat me up and swallow me, I believe you're someone good
Anyone that bears my weight and strengthens, replenishes dark eyes.
would you be my father, my lover and my skies?
I offer up my spirit to where the crows will always fly
Crows of ten thousand years, this scene unchanged for all those years.
These dinosaurs they call me, I'm sure I know their code.
They simply want to celebrate the dawn and all they've seen
The dawn of thousand Xmas, soaring eddying above the cliffs
Cliffs that outlast Jesus, Mohammed and even God
Birds rule the roost here. Let them carry me away.
I know they are my own thoughts circling above my head,
Embodied radio waves, today let me sigh and gulp down some fresh air
I don't care about poetry here. My friends are in the air
Let me melt into the scenery, I'm ready to receive a message of forgiveness
And the whispering from the trees.

tremors

When I think of vulnerability
I get a pang like nostalgia
For a happier time
When of course it wasn't
I'm simply pining, pining for another me
Who didn't rule the world
For the gentle fragility which let the rain in
Let in the view
Let the world make an impression
When the past was still quite new

tremors

Trapped in a box
And rolling down a hill of shops
Before me opens
Lakes
Gull swan and bird craw
Thick white necks and water
And breathe
You didn't hold this
Away from me
Behind me petrol
In front ochre rust and grey
Merge towards the skies
Like grey black ink is bleeding from the heavens
To meet the icy charcoal waters
Inside me
Icy charcoal waters
Stir
Inside me
The vision looks
Quite good enough to drink

tremors

Radio talk
Shreds this body like cheesewire
So many souls
So much frequency
Splinters my senses
When what I need
What I need
Is One

mysticweed

tremors wrote:

Consult the golden compass before noon
Seek inner peace, it's always within reach
The tighter the trap; the more you find inside
Create space, make a gap
Release control
And step into the world
Without agenda, without plan
Observe what will unfold
Today, tomorrow
Look, what comes flooding in

my favorite
all are good
but this is my
personal favorite
awesome stuff tremors

tremors

lettinggo wrote:

tremors wrote:

Consult the golden compass before noon
Seek inner peace, it's always within reach
The tighter the trap; the more you find inside
Create space, make a gap
Release control
And step into the world
Without agenda, without plan
Observe what will unfold
Today, tomorrow
Look, what comes flooding in

my favorite
all are good
but this is my
personal favorite
awesome stuff tremors

Thanks! I was less sure of that one. I composed it in my head lying in the bath, and by the time I got to my keyboard I had forgotten the second half!! Maybe I should write more in the bath!

Am writing this one from a cafe. My baked potato has just arrived, yum!!

Next poem - ode to baked potato with cheese!