Thursday 6 March 2014

Not today



In my darkest days when things felt grim
I saw you standing as light grew dim
In my darkest days when I tried to figure
If it was good to pull the trigger

I couldn’t understand my life
I didn’t know why life was strife
I ached and grinded through the pain
Are my thoughts so totally vain

Can I still look and see a dream
of a world that’s bright and clean
and a river to wash away
all the poisons of today

Darkness creeps over me
I know my fellow man should be free
Not banged up in some useless hole
A prison for the dying soul

I live in hope but not in greed that my
Soul will soon be free
That the dark will go away
And kill the madness gone astray

Who is there to trust but you
For so many have not a clue
Of the plan to curb our lust and to turn us to
a speck of dust

I walked alone but where I went I
Knew that each time I spent
It would take me
Close to the truth the one that said
Don’t take my roof

Each time we doubt and turn away
And shut out the light of the day
Each time we neglect to hear
Brings more and more fear
I thought the fear had gone away
But it haunts my dreams today
The dreams of hope that I once enjoyed 
now make me mad, cross annoyed

Tuesday 4 March 2014

FEELINGS DASHED





Ask me a date and I do not know
Ask me a time and I will show
Feel in your heart what’s right and do it
Trust your feelings and begin to intuit
Don't jump in with two left feet because
You can't walk both sides of the street
Give me a shoulder on which to cry but
Don't pretend and please don't lie
Give me a hug but don't hold to tight
I might still want you in the middle of the night
Send me a message but don’t let me think
that love is definitely on the brink
Counting your blessings is a positive act
But behaviour is always worth of tact
Lack of communication is akin to hurt
People pretend and people flirt
If you know where you are going
There’s no -where to hide
The truth is always on your side
Life is a mystery of ups and downs
Say what you mean if you feel a clown
Even if you wear your heart on your sleeve
It is better to say and feel yourself grieve
Because what may be lost was potentially good
The other person sadly misunderstood


Jennifer Lynch

Sunday 2 March 2014

Twin Souls Unmasked



Unmask me I am a cat
I’d like to purr as simple as that
Unmask me I am a clown
I make jokes that cause people
to frown

Unmask me and see my truth
The one that’s been blowing my
Newly made roof
The knowing the seeing the feeling
So real
The part of me that took so long to heal

Unmask me and see me bare
Take your fingers through my hair
Taste me, lie with me and know
That I care
Stay with me and hold me in the night air

Listen to my heart beat and experience our truth
Unmask me
Unmask me
I am no longer aloof
Know me and grow with me like souls entwined
Share with me, care with me

And see what we find.

Tuesday 14 January 2014

Survival by Jennifer Lynch


Lies

I don’t want to see the lying eyes of politicians as
They plant their spies to divide us like pieces of a cake
Saving the largest piece for them
There are no sides only the ones they force upon us to
Distracting us from the truth
Yet still they continue to manipulate
Lining the pockets of the filthy rich
And do nothing about the bankers robbing their
Own banks with bonuses which far exceed the imagination
Of pensioners not able to cover their heating bills

Those familiar names of a few families we hear over and over
We know the world is run by a handful of men -the dirty dozen
Who hold all the cards in this vast monopoly game of life
Investigations stopped by the military for daring to get close to truth
Mocking us as they absurdly think that we believe their
Lies – they insult our intelligence

All is blamed on terrorist groups as military bases are secured
And people are thrown into jails with no trail held suspected of crimes
But no hard core evidence but the core that lays under
Their feet as they pace up and down in the scorching heat  
Like circus animals and we call ourselves human

I name no names because in doing so this won’t be read
As people soon have distaste for the truth when it comes to being
Loyal to their country
Preferring to remain patriotic
What is this war on terror does it exist
Or is it another means to
Control the population with an agenda reaching the far corners
Of the earth
Hadn’t you noticed the new geographical political map
As our earth begins to shudder on her axis

Little by little our human rights diminish as another amendment
is introduced in a fashion that only a expert lawyer could understand
There were no complaints
No-one understood it
But it smelt
It felt as dirty as the toxic waterways polluted with heavy
Metals
The waters not safe to drink
Lung diseases increase leaving this earth seeing a familiar pattern
We stare up on a summer’s day and won’t admit to chem trails
Where engineers were told not to service their planes because on
Certain days someone else was doing some special kind of service

One where another person dies of lung disease

Sunday 12 January 2014

Poem of The Day by Jennifer Lynch

PURPLE HEARTS



My soul has rendered a purple star
With thoughts of you that drift afar
The beauty of love
The whisp of rain
Has drunk my thirst
To rise in vain
Alas my spirit’s nearly gone
I hear your voice in every song
I see your face in every tree
Why can’t love just follow me?
And though I’m decked with rage and pain
I still hope that we’ll meet again
A purple heart with a pink surround

Can unconditional love be found?


Jennifer Lynch

RUNNING WATER by Jennifer Lynch

Once there was a river it was made from mud.

It stole the hearts from men it dried and looked like blood.

It was all that was left of many years of pain
Distilled by our dreams, a wound to heal again.
I could feel a rush of anger in my throat,
I would need some water on which to sail my boat.
There would be a measure, the distance between the cracks,
divided amongst the thirsty a flask held on our backs.
There would never be enough, so many miles to walk
A life to be saved, a lesson to be taught.
I don’t remember the way it used to taste
Was it clear from anger without the toxic waste
Did it bubble slowly or gush from a stream

Was it clean and healthy, Earth’s forgotten dream?

Did we turn it on and off, a tap, a pump, a well.
Did we pay the price, was water cleaned to sell?
Will divine intervention help us fill our pail?
Could we flood a valley?

With tears we could not fail

Saturday 11 January 2014

DANCE by Jennifer Lynch


  

    Softly stepping in time with the music 
touching that inner space
Eyes meeting eyes reflecting moments
synchronised across the face
Moving swaying hypnotizing
trusting staying with what's real
Depths of passion for the music
learning just how to feel
Retraining what we knew already
deep in our soul before we lost
The earth's melodies of knowing
keeping time at any cost
Ballet to salsa, urban rhythms
they made us what we are
For in each turn we are reaching
For in each turn we are travelling far
In a sense in each direction 
sits the essence of our soul
A subtle beat in the moonlight
A fire's embers on the coal
Light up the dance with new found
passion you are the master of the dance
You decide which way to take it
In a haze or in a trance
Merging but individual
In how deep it resonates 
Bold and vibrant colours seeking 
where dance does not hesitate


Jennifer Lynch