Sentinel

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I don’t know if there’s a God in heaven,
And if there is, I’m not sure I believe.
But there’s one thing I know without a doubt,
That I’ve been granted my share of reprieves.
Something has saved me from myself,
More times than I care to recall.
A guiding hand, that gently nudged,
That catches me when I fall.

An omnipresent constant angel,
A constant watching sentinel.

I’ve made mistakes in my life, like everyone else,
But the damage has been always contained.
By a constant presence in my life,
And my dignity has always remained.
I don’t know how to thank you,
Or even if you want or need anything from me.
But I know, when I’m low, you’ll always be there,
And I thank you for steering me free.

My omnipotent guardian angel,
My constant eternal sentinel.

9th November 1998

A Shift of Consciousness.

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You picked up unspoken messages,
You picked up on my hurt,
You wiped away my tear-stained eyes,
And washed away the dirt.

You smiled and didn’t judge me,
Let me say what was on my mind.
Didn’t laugh at my foolishness,
To a sinner, why be so kind?

You accepted me, for who I am,
Rather than what you choose to see.
Didn’t laugh at my foolishness,
And left me to run free.

You loved me for my beauty,
You loved me, inspite my faults.
You loved me for my innocence,
Patiently waited for my doubts.

So show me where to find you,
So this dream becomes reality.
Give me a chance to love you,
As much as you love me.

29th August 1999

Sunrise & Sunrise in Seattle

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Sun Rise

Looking at the horizon of my life,
My sun is rising in the distance, finally at last.
To illuminate a darkened, desolate place,
Giving form and letting shadows finally be cast.

Nearly on the eve of thirty years,
Looming down the tunnel – finally a light.
As yet a glimmer, none-the-less certainly there,
Summer morning passing from perpetual night.

May daylight, never leave so I can see,
The beauty that has been here all along,
But hidden by the dark for far too long.
May I walk forever in this golden sun.

4th/5th November 1998


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Sun Rise in Seattle.

See the sunlight dazzling,
Feel the warmth upon my skin,
Can’t hide any longer,
From the happiness within.

Taste the raindrops on my tongue,
Purer than a highland spring,
Smell the cleansing of the shower,
And the glow of goodness from within.

2nd March 1999

Diff’rent Times

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Lots of people have assumed this is about relationships. It was never written with that intent, but if you want it to be, that’s cool too.

Diff’rent Times.

Reason’s are fading.
As the sun’s sinking.
Surrender to feelings.
Relinquish our thinking.

As the sun fades, we come alive.
– Back to square one again.
Same place, just diff’rent times.
Same place, just diff’rent lives.
Same place, and nobody minds.

As the moon soars, we shed our skins,
– Turn back the clock again.
Same time, at a diff’rent pace,
Same time, with a diff’rent face,
Same time, another place.

Under starlight, we drop our screens,
– Changing the world again.
Same lives, diff’rent ideas,
Same lives, diff’rent hopes and fears,
Same lives, but it’s still so unclear.

Just a diff’rent permutation, diff’rent twist.
Taking our turns as through our lives we all drift.
And time looses meaning, with the fading sun.
Night time beckons us – two become one.
– Taking a chance to fix the damage we’ve done.

And at sunrise, back to the dream,
– Facing the world again.
Same mouth, with a diff’rent smile,
Same face, slightly diff’rent eyes,
Same voice, but the same old lies.

But the river’s still running,
Heart’s still racing,
And you still feel the yearning,
But don’t change anything…

13th March 2000