Resolution

Raindrops

falling

gently

upon her porcelain skin

as she bathe

under a purple sky

dancing in the rain

awash with resolution

completion of

destructive cycles

created in her

absence

did he even

remember her name?

she recalls the

hurricane

a storm that wore

his unspoken name

as he raged

around her confused brain

assuming what she felt

was insane

ludicrous

absurd

such nonsense

never fully heard

her silent whisper

out-of-his-control

hail stones

hurt

when falling down

thunder blots

crash as they

hit the ground

groundlessness

is all that exists

concepts

upon

concepts

upon

concepts

humans are not

pets

she was just

a trophy

on his wall

not too big

neither too small

did he see her

after all

spring to summer

summer to fall

seasons of this love

affair

golden sunshine

bright blond hair

when is treatment

deemed unfair

ring a, ring a

Rosie

pocket full of

boundaries

a frustrated wind

it whistles

through the trees

Heroes bend on

damaged knees

marry me pretty maiden

please

complete my empty heart

alas kind Sire

you are confused

as I am no longer

allowing myself

to be abused

the years and years

that I have been used

I cannot help

but be amused

please do not mistake

this poison bitterness

as fear of abandonment

or a reaction to rejection

I hold my court

with resilient trust

I see right through

your school-boy lust

Oedipus, rise

find truth

between those lies

the deadening

of your pale blue eyes

a reflection?

deep water run wild

recklessness

I am no longer a child

pointlessness

I have been beguiled

by Narcissist

his charm

his name tattooed

upon my broken arm

do not be so alarmed

it is all a part of my destiny

Medusa is my tag

a curse

I learnt to bear

a hideous

calculated hug

whom lost the ability

to care

she hurts

is my hurt greater than yours?

locked inside

our absolution

desperately seeking

a cast-iron solution

power and control

fragile egos

letting go

power and control

fragile egos

letting go

power and control

fragile heart

let him go!

 

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Multi-coloured Rainbow

 

Humans

we are so fragile

we create concepts

and belief systems

to give us meaning and purposefulness

so we can keep our lustful desires alive

to justify our distorted behaviours

manipulate and control others

then we start wars

as we feel threatened if those

very fickle thoughts and fantasies

are challenged

our existential roots are shaken

to the very core

our very core

however

inside that very core

lies all meaning

all understanding

a knowing

we hold the answers within

yet we seek outwardly

we seek concepts

science

philosophy

religion

ideology

to answers questions

no-one truly knows

yet everyone has forgotten

how beautifully ironic

is this thing called

LIFE

we all have a life

it belongs to each individual

so why would we want to create

a life that is the same

as another person’s life?

when we are all granted

with the gift of uniqueness

the art of self-creation

the ability to find the answers

whilst in deep contemplation

if we could only respect

all other concepts and beliefs

whilst still holding onto our

thoughts and feelings

will we find peace?

let your intuition

show you the right path

the one that resonates

with how you see your world

the human in me

sees the human in you

as we all struggle to make sense

of this life

we feel the same feelings

think similar thoughts

breath the same air

let out one last breath

before we become enlightened

maybe if we stopped fighting

our corner with such dogmatic stances

we would see the world

in technicolour

rather than the black and white

colours of oppression

segregation

discrimination

right and wrong

the children

of this universe

are the multi-coloured rainbow

needed to bridge

the divide

to join the many colours

in perfect harmony

that is the life I want

that is the world I dream of

a universal rainbow

full of love and bright multi-coloured lights.

 

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Love is not Blind!

I see

your fragile heart

it has a mirror

it shines

a reflection

of all the love

you hold within

your depth

warmth

kindness

compassion

tenderness

craziness

irrationality

softness

beauty

essence

so why

is there is a lock

placed on the inside

to keep lovers outside

thus preventing

them embracing

those fearful parts

you hide

fear of being discovered

for who we truly are

the anger

fear

loneliness

insecurities

hatred

jealousy

greed

lust

neediness

confusion

desire

control

hurt

hurt

hurt

all those

unresolved hurts

the open wounds that never heal

painful rawness

thus preventing love so real

how does true love really feel?

authentic

unconditional

love will not judge those nasty bits

or control the unknown parts

nor criticise, manipulate

disown the sides of you

that repulse

only you

the ugly faces in the mirror

the internalised taunts

that never

ever

ever

leave you alone

let me

learn to love

your monsters and demons

alongside your beautiful angelica smile

allow me to be your mirror

look inside my heart for a while

rest your fearful avoidance

inside your own loving heart

through self-acceptance

self-compassion

self-love

there will grow a different

understanding

a deepened connectedness

a knowing,  an awakening

for it is not love that you fear

but the death of love

the meaninglessness of infatuation

hopelessness of unrequited love

the loneliness of dependency

empty, hollowness of self-loathing

none of these are pure love

once we can learn to remove

the egotistically desires of lustful love

the ownership of others

the fear of abandonment

the death of self

then we may be ready

to connect to the pure essence

of universal love

we will know its true meaning

through the death of our self

concepts, beliefs and misunderstandings

will we rise to a higher plane

we will connect with the whole

we will become

what is love.

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Recovery Soldiers

 

An honourable, challenging task

helping others along their path

surrendering one’s free time

to encourage those who hold a past

one that is so similar to mine

informing them of my discovery

the difficult road I walked

a long journey, into my recovery

shared experience aids the removal

of the enormity of shame

step by step assistance

seems to be the most helpful way

out of this addictive game

as we learn, I cannot do it on my own

we need likeminded people to support us

so we do not need to face abstinence alone

it takes courage listen openly to another

to be non-judgemental and empathic

eagerly willing support each other

through the cravings, lapses

when those white-knuckle urges that appear

what I leant was it was in those moments

I really needed somebody to be near

someone to ride those stormy seconds

when we feel that we had enough

someone to be kind and caring

but to be equally honest, open and tough

this is a reflection of what is needed

to endure a solid sobriety

to gain a life worth living

those are the skills that helped me

now my role is to handback

to help those struggling along the way

we will keep fighting our addiction

all us brave hearts battling

we can do it, just for today!

 

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Jack!

Internalised silence

personalised violence

deconstruction of inner hell

yes, he is doing very well

can you not tell?

he is falling down

what truth lies behind his frown?

broken egg shells on the ground

tiny pieces hold no sound

fragmentations of her anger

warning, warning

he is in stark danger

blue morning

who is the stranger

hiding inside his bed

this woman who sees red

at the mention of his name

snakes and ladders remain

another psychological game

suppressing his shame

deeper, deeper

the gate keeper

the grim reaper

are they the same?

as the monster outside

who diminished his pride

which part of him just died

to survive his worthless life

keep out of sight

shadows in the night

white lies, take flight

broken nose, passionate fight

tip toes exit creeping along cold floor

banged his head against another door

he must have begged for more

confusion makes less sense

happy families pretence

normality obscurely distorted

happiness aborted

painful reality

why can he just be

what will people say

if he walked away

his underworld realism

modern day prison

out of reach, the key

prison keepers run free

relationship dynamics complexity

little Jack Horner

hid in a corner

eating more humble pie

little Jack Horner

alone in the corner

not living but waiting to fly.

 

cMedusaMoon 2016

Rosie!

Internalised silence

personalised violence

deconstruction of inner hell

yes, she is doing very well

can you not tell?

she is falling down

what truth lies behind her frown?

broken egg shells on the ground

tiny pieces hold no sound

fragmentations of his anger

warning, warning

she is in stark danger

blue morning

who is the stranger

hiding inside her bed

this man who sees red

at the mention of her name

snakes and ladders remain

another psychological game

suppressing her shame

deeper, deeper

the gate keeper

the grim reaper

are they the same?

as the monster outside

who diminished her pride

which part of her died

to survive her worthless life

keep out of sight

shadows in the night

white lies, take flight

broken bones, passionate fight

tip toes exit creeping along cold floor

banged my head against the door

she must have begged for more

confusion makes less sense

happy families pretence

normality obscurely distorted

happiness aborted

painful reality

not how love was meant to be

what will people say

if she walked away

her underworld realism

modern day prison

out of reach, the key

prison keepers run free

relationship dynamics complexity

ring a ring a Rosie

pocket full of posies

he will break you

he will break you

you must fall down.

 

cMedusaMoon 2016