thopes’s blog

One love, multitude versions

Inside me, an impossible muse

God-head of creation, explodes

A fountain of cool spring, deep

In warm depths of mind, lukewarm

Feelings wash all over, comforting

Killing any desire for desire itself

Only one love, multiplies in

Uncontrollable surges, giving

My fevered brain a resting lap

A shiver arising with a touch of hand

That is all there needs to be done

To make love with my one love

Hold hands, forever intertwined

Creation began with a bang,

Or it would end with a whimper?

When God designed his dream

Did he know what he would see?

The bang that fizzled into a hiss

Of a broken heart waiting for a kiss

And the poison that oozed out

from peroxided fabric of being;

Now the poor man who dyes

Clothes blue, white and green

Sits and wonders which colour

Would bring back the fabric’s life;

And God works on a new dream

Everywhere the guilt is seen

But life on earth has always been

A resilient power that invariably

Muses the Gods into a scream

So scream God, scream!

For the life of your dancing queen

Her colours never fade

They always change from

Blue, white to green and yellow

But her bosom is always back

To the same red that sustains life

With love, kindness and spring

Survival is not a game
It is a consequence
of conforming with the world
It is a balance
of someone’s love
against someone’s hatred
When forgiveness is only
a word that arises
from a loved heart
then a heart bereft of love
plans rebellion
When forgiveness is
a word that encompasses
the heart, loved or unloved
then life is art
sketched with pain
but still art, not war
My survival is an art
embroiled in people’s games
My truth will then perhaps end the game
Because truth alone prevails
When all else fails

Love and lovers test you

They reach out and touch where it’s tender

Desperate for a piece of you

And you give in, surrender

Until you can take it no more

Because they hurt for things you don’t have

And you can’t bear that

To hurt the one you love

So you leave and let them find

Their destinies which will bring them peace

While you grow little dreams

In every wound in your heart

Knowing one day you can grow wings

If you let all those wounds dry

Because adversity is only a crime

If it kills the spirit inside

Otherwise it is sublime

To rise up from the dead and be