EASTBEAT  - for peace, truth & non-violence

Stop Trying

If I stopped trying
There would be no more crying
No more hurt
No more silently dying.

If I stopped trying
I know I’d be letting you down
And it would hurt.
I just can’t see through this darkness.

If I stopped trying
I could be quiet
Finding the silence I need
Clearing my head and heart
No more silently crying

If I stopped trying
My scream would be out forever
Out but remaining silent
No longer mine alone

If I stopped trying
There would be no more
Internal fighting
Internal crying
Internal screaming
Internal
Nothing

Tips And Edges Equal Ledges

On the edge of the river
 - Singing a familiar song -
Is an unfamiliar figure
- Waiting patiently in faith for a boat to arrive -
Ready to begin the journey of life
-  To discover a new way .

On the tip of the mind
- Cling unfinished thoughts -
Ideas, dreams, perceptions, past and present
- Pacing and racing for a chance to be completed-
Transformed into an exciting new knowledge
- Extending reality.

On the tip of the tongue
-Sits words unspoken -
Silently hoping for a chance to slip and slide
- Out and about -
From the lips into the world
- Breathing, living art

Standing on the ledge
-Looking at the reflection -
All is clear
- The unfamiliar figure, the thought and words -
Looking out on life.
- You have found the divine -
Your complete life picture
- In rhyme or mime and all on time-    3/4/09

The good, the bad and the ugly!

Skeletons in my mind
Throw away the keys and hide
If only for a little while.

No matter how far i run,
no matter how long i run,
The skeletons are still there
Weighing me down.... it's seems I've collected more with time.

I'm not ready for the collision
Unavoidable decisions, revisions
Unlock and set the skeletons free,
And just be me.

So yet another day,
With another brave face
Still hoping it will all go away.

                   ***

Dig Deep.
Beyond all  physical  constraints
Possibilities, abilities, buzz
 become active.

Silence and perseverance will overcome
The body’s pain and brain
Achieve an almost unimaginable gain.
At long last,
You’ve begun
the game.              25/2/09



Still Mind

I wish for my mind to be still.
As still as water in a glass bowl.
Still.
Instead of this unending world
Of unfinished sentences, ideas, hopes and nightmares
Seizing all possible seconds to be thought first.
In focus for a split
Lost in the second.

One trails into the next
A cacophony of echoing thoughts.
No particular point reached or even understood
The conversations continued
At the guess of God alone.
Yet, the worst linger
Longer than deserved or desired
Growing from a word, then a scene
Until an entire story can be told
Laced in a bitter mix of truths, lies and desires.
Then dissolving just as they arrived and developed.

Once engulfed, the reality of the mind
Becomes part of the world outside
There is no means of escape.

So I wish for my mind to be still.
As still as water in a glass bowl.
Just still.