Monday, 7 December 2009

Poem: "The Name Of The Game"

I pray for absolution,
Raising my hands towards the sky,
I'm not sure if anyone is listening,
But at least I have to try.

My heart screams and begs forgiveness,
For wrongs I haven't done,
For loves I've not wasted,
And lurid battles I haven't won.

I tear my hair out in handfuls,
While kneeling on the floor,
And turning my face towards Heaven,
I know I am in line for more.

The torment can be unbearable,
The madness slyly the same,
But what is the use in crying,
When this is the name of the game?

Copyright by Sami-Jane Harris. 2010. All rights reserved

Poem: "My World"

My World is sometimes shrouded in mist,
That swirls around my feet when I walk.
It clings to my dress as it passes through
To kiss my bare skin underneath,
And traces its icy fingers up my spine,
Before gently falling away.

My World is sometimes enveloped in darkness,
That shields me from the horrors of the day,
It brings me solace where others only find fear,
And it holds me aloft,
While the rivers of human decay run around my feet.

My World is sometimes coloured by the moon,
That weaves it's silvery magic through the opus of the night.
It transforms the brittle ugliness of the day,
And softens the cold harsh reality into its warmer evening counterpart.

Copyright by Sami-Jane Harris. 2010. All rights reserved

Poem: "When?"

When I dream my dreams of oblivion
Underneath the Willow Tree,
Will you come and sit down
And dream those dreams with me?

When I walk in the shadow of the night
And scream at the stars up above,
Will you walk there at my side
And soothe me with words of love?

When I travel alone on life's highway
And falter, but not dare to rest,
Will you appear, and bend and pick me up
So I can continue along on my quest?

When the weight of life makes me weary
Too weary even to close my eyes,
Will you lay yourself down beside me
And smother my tired cries?

Copyright by Sami-Jane Harris. 2010. All rights reserved

Sunday, 6 December 2009

Poem: "Shall We?"

Shall we be cloistered together somewhere?
Shall we feed each other fruit and red wine,
And talk endlessly of death and life,
And how seductive and sensual they both are?

Shall we remind ourselves of what freaks they think we are?
Or shall we console ourselves that they are also freaks,
But we choose to see life as it truly is?

Shall we put on our shoes,and go for a daylight stroll?
Or shall we walk hand in hand, in the night,
Barefoot on the grass, cutting our feet on the stones?
And holding each other tenderly, shall we wipe and kiss the blood away,
Until all that is left is the metallic aftertaste that makes us shiver?

Shall we chase the sun?
Or bathe in the moon's silver glow?
Shall we lay back, under the watchful gaze of the moon, entwining our bloodied feet,
And talk of embracing their unforgiving world in our own dark way?

Shall we speak of never being "Them",
But always remaining "Us"?
Shall we recall our beautiful dark poetry with wondrous awe,
Whilst living in modern times, amongst bright, flourescent people?

Shall we submit to our perfect, joined resonance?
Or shall we fight to expand it?
Shall we work to agree on everything as "They" do, too afraid of the risk?
Or shall we accept disagreement, and revel together in learning something new?

Shall we strive for peace?
Or accept life for what it is, the good and the bad equally,
And see the beauty and the paradox in both?

Shall we be a small part of "Them",
Or a larger part of "Us"?

Copyright by Sami-Jane Harris. 2010. All rights reserved

Poem: "Until I find You"

Without You I am nothing,
I am a rose that cannot open,
A river that cannot run,
A sparrow that cannot fly,

Without You there is no point to me,
I am as pointless as
The closed rose,
The still river,
The flightless bird.

Without You I only exist,
I do not live,
My heart does not beat,
My blood does not flow,
My soul does not sing,
My feet do not dance.

Without You I do not think of anything worthwhile,
Except for fear, and death, and pain.
I cannot picture a future,
Nor recall a past,
I am frozen, lifeless,
Until you come and wake me again.

Copyright by Sami-Jane Harris. 2010. All rights reserved

Poem: Twin Flame

I hear your voice on the wind,
Searching, calling, I reply as yet unheard,
We are looking backwards and forwards through the Mists Of Time,
For the other half of us in this world.

We know both we are here but
Neither knows where,
Having just learned from where we came,
Searching Heaven and Earth for the faintest of clues,
A When, a Where, a Name.

Desperately we run here and about,
The repeat of our loss and despair drawing near,
We quicken the pace, turn over every leaf,
Driven like slaves by fear.

Wearing our hearts on our sleeves,
For the whole world to see,
Taking our chances, dancing with doom,
Kneeling in the fire of love lost and found,
Scanning each and every room.

Both of us only half
Of a more complete whole,
Spinning through life incomplete,
Knowing there is no real love, no sense of peace,
Till we are kneeling at each others feet.

So we carry on searching, crying, calling,
Screaming at love's little game,
Until we unlock the clues and solve the riddle of;
When and Where and Name.

Copyright by Sami-Jane Harris. 2010. All rights reserved