I feel it pull from the depths
Sparking tears and sweats
A silent wish
Bubbling beneath
A sacrifice made
A career now fades
A life incomplete
Sending it’s tremors
My own gravity is reversed
As his messages unearth
He is silently calling
I’m trapped
Though I know I shouldn’t
I’ll do what he couldn’t
Leave it with me
A circle complete
Mans search for meaning and fulfilment
Was no greater than his on that day
Desperate for validation from peers
Holding his breath for a chance
Lean and tall with an intensity of character
Few posses charisma at their fingertips
But his eyes told a different story
Lost and nauseas, too long at sea
I’d been searching for a soul misplaced
With aptitude to power our ship
A hype man to mould and then release
A birds loving care before its first flight
I went all in
He saw his opportunity and he took it
Difficulty and challenge was inevitable
But his force of will was unprecedented
A year on, the glint in his eye sparkles
Enlightened by ambition and friendship
Though the path chosen is untrodden
One foot now follows the other
A new found belief in his own direction
Gifts identity and contentment
But don’t look back too little or too often
You’ve come quite some way my friend
Visions live in our imagination Time and space weave together as stories Pioneers paint visions for others to see Explosive ideas that burst at their seams
Beware, change is life’s only constant Systems are random, complex and peculiar Your stories will mould and naturally so Whatever you do, paint in watercolour
Use your thumb and smudge the edges Listen to others who slate your endeavours Soak information like a sponge gone dry Seek out contrarians and withstand their pressure
Continue to celebrate your wildest ideas Don’t stop imagining, building or crafting Fiction defines what it means to be human So paint it in watercolour, may it be everlasting
A dance with the moon presented itself But left before we could find our embrace Darting between the clouds and the rain Carelessly teasing, hiding its face
The stars watched on from their elegant view As I stretched out my eyes for that glimpse I sit here at night peering into the blue Hoping to dance but we haven’t since
So I wait in the dark for that moment to strike It’s shocking white that resets my core Bolts my imagination back to true north And humbles me back to life from before
Pour your heart into the bubbling pot It’s spitting blood from its previous lot The time and patience of ordinary men Hitting the grind time and again
An economy for the many, not for the few We didn’t realise that the many was you Hungry for power and forgetting the cost Bleeding the poor when all else is lost
A race to the top, best job in the land He’ll do it better than the others can Before long we’ll be back here again Handing out the keys to number 10
Two generations share in reflection Stories of a man who caught their affection Rarely does both a mother and a daughter Share in their grief with one another
Days like these can hit close to home The thought of those left on their own The end of life isn’t easy to face The inevitable condition of the human race
But Jack’s soul has found rest with his closet companion Together now on their greatest adventure Up in the clouds they hold hands and giggle Remember stories from when Gladys was little
Your passing teaches us one last lesson That runs counter to our initial perception That though death is life’s hard reality The idea of death can set us all free
Murky mornings have a secret to keep The wind sends her whisper whilst most are asleep The crack of the cold is sharp in your chest Appeals to some and puts off the rest
They won’t discover her wisdom or truth Set aside for those who venture anew Time found alone to think and to feel To ponder life and determine what’s real