A Blank Page
A letter to a long lost friend
The final wishes of a passing soul
A script for a science fiction movie
Or just a note; we're out of milk
A thousand battles won or lost
The past rewritten
The future imagined
A picture of a smiling face
Words written into sound
A vision of history and science
Declarations of right and wrong
Tales of men, gods and shining stars
Fairy tales and tragic endings
A blank page is a gift
An endless opportunity for creativity, imagination, reflection and everything in between
All dedications are written upon a page
I dedicate this to the page it is written upon, and every one that I will ever use
Mart
The Bleeding Shamrock by TheLeprachaun, literature
Literature
The Bleeding Shamrock
The Bleeding Shamrock
There was a time, when we stood tall
With means a plenty, and plenty for all
A time blessed with opportunity,
When we sat at the table of a greater community
It was a time when we believed in the four leaf clover
That time has passed, that time is over
There was a time when trust was lost
Dreams forgotten families broken, all at a terrible cost
When words and actions would be greeted with suspicion,
And everyone was suddenly a politician
The four leaf clover returned to three, leaving a terrible gash that's plain to see
Now is a time where we toil to force the clock hand forwards, investing in hope and change, not loo
Its been a while,
Guess I'm not done,
Let it run
I'm just a kinda stranger, but one you know
You know we've never met, but that's ok
I'm just a settled drifter, too scared to move
Got a forgotten secret, I'd tell you but enjoying not knowing too much
Wide awake from sleeping, and stronger for acting weak
Just decided to stop a while and listen to myself not speak
My home is just a notion that's been with me all along
Too much time wasted looking for something to look for
and not smiling enough at the irony
Nothing's wrong
Everything is exactly where it shouldn't be, and now I get it
That's just the it, you see?
I'm just a
No ...
Just thinking and wondering about all that has come to pass
It's been some time, but that's just fine, the last was not the last
How can I put it? I guess I'll just say it
Time just burns, and never it yearns, for what we call the past
Just allow me the present, as I sit here in silence, and savour words upon a page
Martin William Mason 2013
More, more, just one more, can you deliver it today?
We need it bad, we'll be so glad, if help us out this day
It's just this time, we wouldn't lie, what else can we say?
Please man, say you can
Today, today today ...
He waits for the Doc, tick tick tock
Work's a waiting and the day's a fading, gotta get back before they say ...
Gone gone, gone is gone, nothing's left to say
Make your very own choice, but don't shun that voice,
The one that calls tomorrow another day,
Another today
Martin William Mason 2013
The Moth
Fluttering, flittering,
Twisting, turning,
Bobbing and weaving through the dark.
Climbing, flying,
Sinking and soaring
Racing to embrace that luminous spark.
Mindless yet knowing
Ignorant yet informed
Pursing the future from the moment it formed
A life of such purpose
A goal of such brilliance
To reach it, a test of will and resilience
It passes through shadows
Traverses the night
To live and die within the light.
Tirelessly chasing but one moment
It seeks the beauty, hidden in torment.
Flying finally into the fire
To rest eternally within the flame
It has no regret, no fear, no shame.
Sloth makes so many blind
Living Patterns
Our lives are unique patterns
Beginning within the potential of a dream
Issuing forth into reality
We strive to give purpose to the intangible
To give form to that, the eyes cannot perceive
We weave our dreams into the progress of our days
And wait to reach a summit set high upon our expectations
The material is transient and cannot pass with you into the nether
Within each living heart lays a desire
A desire to create
A desire to forge that which cannot be broken
A desire to mark where we chose to stand
All in the name of eternity and life beyond death
We trace the patterns of our lives
Patterns which will f
A Blank Page
A letter to a long lost friend
The final wishes of a passing soul
A script for a science fiction movie
Or just a note; we're out of milk
A thousand battles won or lost
The past rewritten
The future imagined
A picture of a smiling face
Words written into sound
A vision of history and science
Declarations of right and wrong
Tales of men, gods and shining stars
Fairy tales and tragic endings
A blank page is a gift
An endless opportunity for creativity, imagination, reflection and everything in between
All dedications are written upon a page
I dedicate this to the page it is written upon, and every one that I will ever use
Mart
The Bleeding Shamrock by TheLeprachaun, literature
Literature
The Bleeding Shamrock
The Bleeding Shamrock
There was a time, when we stood tall
With means a plenty, and plenty for all
A time blessed with opportunity,
When we sat at the table of a greater community
It was a time when we believed in the four leaf clover
That time has passed, that time is over
There was a time when trust was lost
Dreams forgotten families broken, all at a terrible cost
When words and actions would be greeted with suspicion,
And everyone was suddenly a politician
The four leaf clover returned to three, leaving a terrible gash that's plain to see
Now is a time where we toil to force the clock hand forwards, investing in hope and change, not loo
Its been a while,
Guess I'm not done,
Let it run
I'm just a kinda stranger, but one you know
You know we've never met, but that's ok
I'm just a settled drifter, too scared to move
Got a forgotten secret, I'd tell you but enjoying not knowing too much
Wide awake from sleeping, and stronger for acting weak
Just decided to stop a while and listen to myself not speak
My home is just a notion that's been with me all along
Too much time wasted looking for something to look for
and not smiling enough at the irony
Nothing's wrong
Everything is exactly where it shouldn't be, and now I get it
That's just the it, you see?
I'm just a
No ...
Just thinking and wondering about all that has come to pass
It's been some time, but that's just fine, the last was not the last
How can I put it? I guess I'll just say it
Time just burns, and never it yearns, for what we call the past
Just allow me the present, as I sit here in silence, and savour words upon a page
Martin William Mason 2013
More, more, just one more, can you deliver it today?
We need it bad, we'll be so glad, if help us out this day
It's just this time, we wouldn't lie, what else can we say?
Please man, say you can
Today, today today ...
He waits for the Doc, tick tick tock
Work's a waiting and the day's a fading, gotta get back before they say ...
Gone gone, gone is gone, nothing's left to say
Make your very own choice, but don't shun that voice,
The one that calls tomorrow another day,
Another today
Martin William Mason 2013
The Moth
Fluttering, flittering,
Twisting, turning,
Bobbing and weaving through the dark.
Climbing, flying,
Sinking and soaring
Racing to embrace that luminous spark.
Mindless yet knowing
Ignorant yet informed
Pursing the future from the moment it formed
A life of such purpose
A goal of such brilliance
To reach it, a test of will and resilience
It passes through shadows
Traverses the night
To live and die within the light.
Tirelessly chasing but one moment
It seeks the beauty, hidden in torment.
Flying finally into the fire
To rest eternally within the flame
It has no regret, no fear, no shame.
Sloth makes so many blind
Living Patterns
Our lives are unique patterns
Beginning within the potential of a dream
Issuing forth into reality
We strive to give purpose to the intangible
To give form to that, the eyes cannot perceive
We weave our dreams into the progress of our days
And wait to reach a summit set high upon our expectations
The material is transient and cannot pass with you into the nether
Within each living heart lays a desire
A desire to create
A desire to forge that which cannot be broken
A desire to mark where we chose to stand
All in the name of eternity and life beyond death
We trace the patterns of our lives
Patterns which will f
A mild summer evening. A sunset. A river. A bridge. Two souls so similar, yet painfully different. Thousands of unspoken words. And one big, unknown secret.
This particular sunset is too red. It feels like the sun is bleeding. Maybe it is. We will never be able to ask it if it hurts to disappear from the sky. This sunset is hypnotizing.
Lets wait for the green flash , he says.
Lets, she answers.
The minutes click on. Everything is still. Everyone is waiting. Even the river beneath them seems to flow slower. So many thoughts run through her head. So many unasked questions. She feels like she
Sleepless nights were once a close equivalent to nightmares, but she lies there now: the source and destination of my dreams, and I can sit quietly cherishing the darkness that covers us against the world in a moment of perfect stillness.
She came to me the day before I resigned to an existence of solitude, and it was so simple... I had waited for her all my life, the graceful lady, strolling through life on a pathway of moments. I had imagined so many times what it would be like, to rediscover all the words amassed unsaid, each turn of the heavens hoping to see a different side of her. For years I yearned for that most
Every smile is fake.
Every word is a lie.
Every kiss you press,
to my treacherous flesh,
is a clever device,
to keep me drowning in you.
I offered you my bruised,
and beaten heart.
I put it on a sliver platter,
for you.
I'm yours to break,
or yours to woo.
The Performer
I stand upon a stage. Another day, another performance. The actors may change but the audience remains the same. I raise my hand to my brow and squint to see through the blinding lights of expectation.
Familiar faces stare quizzically back at me. They are frustrated and annoyed by the sudden and unannounced intermission. I search for an explanation as the crowd grow impatient.
Baffled and bewildered I stand there, my body frozen and my mind numb. My heart beats with confusion. I hear shouts of protest from the audience. The show must go on.
I try to will myself to continue, but there is no motivation, no inspiration, no pass
Well, as you may have noticed, I have recently updated my gallery with some new material. I hope you have enjoyed what you have read. However, I most likely will not be updating this gallery very frquently over the coming months. This is because of the imminent publication of my first book, which will be a collected work of my poetry. In the book, you will see many similar pieces to the ones that are posted here, in addition to newly edited and revised versions of some of my better work.
I will post more details regarding the book closer to the publication date. I sinceraly hope that those of you who read it will enjoy it. So until that time
Well, I felt that an update to my journal was considerably overdue, So I decided to jot down a few words and thoughts in quiet moment.
As you may have noticed, it's been a while since I uploaded any new material on my page. However, this is not due to procrastination on my part, rather the opposite in fact. I have recently been experimenting with different writing styles, in an attempt to diversify my work. I have prepared several new deviations that are part of a new collection, and instead of posting them in dribs and drabs, I have elected to post the entire collection at the same time. This should be updated over the coming week, so I hop
Greetings and welcome to 2009!
I have been doing a lot of thinking recently about New Year's resolutions and how they reflect who we are. To many, a new year's resolution is just a novelty - like, "I am gonna get fit" or "I am gonna quit smoking" etc. I don't mean to belittle such promises as these are very important and life changing decisions to make, and those who maintain these promises, should be very proud. However, these are but elements of our who we are.
My own new year's resolution was very simple. I resolved to continue into and throughout 2009 just how I ended 2008 ... happy. For me, this means that I will do whatever it takes t