Glorious…

Somewhere beyond the grave, Beyond the clouds,
Beyond the stars,
Beyond the galaxies,
There is a place that so far I can only dream of.
A place where only the good may roam.
I cannot see it,
I cannot hear it,
But I can taste it,
I can feel it,
I believe in it.
This is the place where we are all destined to go,
Yet how we conduct ourselves in this lifetime may stop us from reaching.
Whether we all make it,
All my loved ones and I,
I do not yet know,
But some secrets are to be kept,
As we are unable to fully comprehend them as yet.
I trust in it,
And hopefully one day I will see it,
Make it,
Reach it,
Meet all of my loved ones there,
From the past,
My future,
And present,
And spread my wings.
It will be glorious.

The Hungry Caterpillar…

And much like the hungry Caterpillar,
Hunger turns to greed,
As we destroy everything in sight,
Whatever crosses our path,
Until we hit a brick wall,
And can no longer go on,
A break down,
A rest,
A transformation,
Working progress,
As we revert back to our beginning,
Clutching only ourselves,
In a foetal position we lay,
To some,
There lies death,
Eternal rest,
Where others blossom,
Metamorphosis,
Transition,
We start a new,
Glowing,
Radiant to the eye,
Now able to soar,
We fly,
No longer ignorant,
Unafraid of what is nighy,
Ready to live,
Gifted with a second chance,
No longer blinded by greed,
Marching penguins,
Rushing forward,
Into the unknown,
We see,
We hear,
We feel,
All fresh,
And new,
Set free,
Unchained from the rhythm of the marching drum,
Now aware,
Mindful of whom we are,
And where we came from,
Dancing free,
To the melody,
Of freedom.

Dead

I fantasise about becoming worms meat,
And must admit defeat,
No longer dreaming about what may be ahead,
In the here and now,
I wish that I was dead.

On My Own…

Sat home alone,
I cannot focus,
On anything but the bloody ticking tock,
Of my painfully loud clock.
Relentlessly kept anchored in the present,
I fester,
As I am a prisoner,
A slave captured by time,
Unable to hence forth,
Or recline,
Just stuck,
And endlessly out of luck.
What are the chances?
What did I do?
I would repent if I knew.
All I want is to love,
And be loved,
Like everyone else around me,
They make it look so easy,
And I welcome it with open arms,
But there is no love for me.
I can no longer depend on hope,
Delude myself that we are all deserved,
Of love,
And may receive it.
I have been looking,
Loudly,
Openly,
Scouting,
Foraging,
Wishing,
And wanting,
But just keep on,
Getting rejected,
Left and abandoned,
Falling,
Longing,
And failing,
I am worn out,
And I am torn.
How else can I take this but personally,
Now thirty-three,
Believe me,
I have sailed into the great unknown,
Searching for a lover to call mine own,
But it seems that love is not part of my destiny,
It turns out that there isn’t enough love for everybody,
And two shall not always become one,
We don’t all get that special someone,
To hold up and lean upon.
I must sink,
And sink alone,
But for all my writing in ink,
That shall follow me as I drown,
Like a dog to a bone,
My only companion,
As in the same pattern,
I shall leave this life alone,
Just as I came into it,
On my own.

Destined Fatality…

I do not desire immortality,
Yet there is brutality,
In the unknown of our destined fatality!
Some have claimed to pull back during transition,
Yet unclear into what,
Spoken of a bright light,
Is this the route to beginning again?
Or perhaps a show stopping finale?
Is it the path to reincarnation,
Or just the end of our life destination?
What lies yonder?
We have ideals and notions,
But we shall never know for certain,
Until it is our time to go,
And by that time will we care,
I don’t think so!

sentence…

Bare foot,
A taste of sensuality,
Whilst we stampede along,
To the beat of life’s song,
Racing,
And relaying,
As we pass the baton on,
Tracing the lines mapped out,
That we believe to be our destiny.
Beneath the concrete,
Grass,
And mud,
Our feet hover above,
Worms meat,
Without stone,
We may forget,
But the deceased are down there,
No bet!
We may not possess the knowledge of our fate,
Our future,
But there is one guarantee,
One day we shall be the foundation,
Of which other feet will hover above,
Mortality is our fatality,
No matter what,
Forget this not!
Superiority is irrelevant,
And whilst life is a gift,
It is also a sentence,
Escape death we may not,
From our first breaths,
We begin to rot.

The Prick Of A Needle…

The prick of a needle,
May appear to be,
Just a scratch,
To the naked eye.
The power is within,
The eye of the beholder,
Take it not for granted,
As all may not be as it seems,
The poison in that needle,
Is where dark shadows,
And death lye.

Always And Forever…

Sat in Costa drinking my extra hot,
Please don’t think that I have forgot,
The way you smelt,
Imperial Leather,
The way you dressed,
Ancient but smart (ish) trousers and an open shirt,
The way that you spoke,
An amalgamation of St Kitts and Birmingham,
Your telephone number,
01214406244,
How you would always call,
You were always there for me,
You only said it once,
But I know that you loved me unconditionally,
And I loved you too!
I still do….
I miss looking at you,
Talking to you,
Laughing with you,
But I still can feel you,
Whether you visit me in my dreams at night,
Or I feel your presence,
Sometimes when I don’t feel right,
Or within the breeze of the wind,
Or heat of the sunlight.
You are the brightest star shining at night,
If I could reach you,
I would hold onto you so tight,
I know that you aren’t physically here now,
But you have a special pocket in my heart,
And with this unique bond,
We will never part.

Always and forever,

Your Jade xxx

Let Me Sleep Now!?

What Black Magic has been bestowed upon me!?
Which Witch has cast a deadly and toxic curse!?
What Wizards spell created my Voodoo Doll!?
What spiteful Troll tailored the pins,
That some unearthly Monster has used to control me!?
What Beast has hypnotised my third eye!?
All together,
The pack and their toys manipulate me.
I am fortunes fool!
I despise this wretched path that I have stumbled upon,
Unsuccessfully alone,
I am counting on someone to release me.
My heart is broken,
This pain I feel,
Like burning flames,
It feels so real.
I hear a calling,
I feel the pull,
From high above or down below?
Either way I want to go,
It cannot be worse then here,
Living in agony and constant fear!
Fighting for what?
Afraid of death,
I am not,
What I fear is living in constant sorrow,
Let me sleep now,
I don’t want to wake up tomorrow!