“Waiting…”

WAITING…

Waiting for the disturbance to silence
Waiting for the music to caress my soul
Waiting for the motions of quiet
Waiting for the dreams to be told
Sometimes they are nightmares
Sometimes dark

Waiting for the story, that needs telling
Waiting for the circle to be unsealed
Waiting for the world to keep revolving
Waiting for the truth to be revealed
Sometimes it’s bad
Sometimes it’s bold

Stop waiting
Make something happen
Let it be good
Flowing with love
The light is Love
It is the answer
It shines a brightness
In the soul

© jk 2015

#8 "awareness" (c) jkm 2015

#8 “awareness” (c) jkm 2015

“Night Mysteries”

NIGHT MYSTERIES

Shadows in the windows light
The moon shining through
Piercing the eyes of darkness
Visiting nightmares without care
Setting off nerves of pain
Memories demanding recall
Feelings released to steal truth
In its place an invented reality
A story embedded
Dragging ruin through the mind

Tightly clinging hold
A repetitious madness
Dreams creating mysteries
Owned by planted recall
Roots holding tight
Making prisoners of thought
In the blankness of night
Tripping on illusions
Converting their reality
Into what is believed

© jk 2015

#7 "Night Walkers" (c) jkm 2015

#7 “Night Walkers” (c) jkm 2015

W.H. Auden “Funeral Blues”

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message ‘He is Dead’.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

— W.H. Auden


Gabriel Fauré – “Requiem” In Paradisum VII

“Could We Imagine”

COULD WE IMAGINE

If there were no Death
No need for Heaven
No need for Hell
Just dreams to live by

Without Death no end to Life
With Life forever it would bring on the Light
It would take away the Darkness
And Shadow worlds would fill the spaces

Without War there would be Peace
Without bullets guns would be broken
With Equality we would be Free
In a World where we live as One

© jk 2015


UNICEF #IMAGINE – North America
(Adam Lambert, Katy Perry, John Lennon, Bill Kaulitz…)

“Secrets Running Scared”

SECRETS RUNNING SCARED

Her blue car stands out in a herd of parked cars
All meant to be part of the congregation
The blue streaks inside memories gone past
Living within a hidden room closed in the mind

Secrets running scared not wanting daylight’s touch
The ink scurrying across the page away from forming truths
Fearing the emotions, recalling how close her body felt
She held me in her arms, a lasting time awakening touch

Confidence in retreat caressed by butterflies quieting the anxiety
Her voice electrifying the invisible space with lightning flashes
Frightening away the flesh eaters grabbing at skin, stealing the feelings
Dreams of truth haunting the recall, clouding the hidden shadows.

© jk 2015

#6 (c) jkm 2015

#6 (c) jkm 2015 “Blue”