Friday, February 22, 2013

Healing spirit



Every time I fall down
And get a bruise
I swab it with a nice dose of you
It burns but I know it’ll be fine soon

Every time I fall ill
I get a prick with a needle
Skin wiped clean with you
I know I’ll get well soon

Every time I get dumped
By an insensitive soul
I drown my tears
In a keg full of you

Lovely spirit
The healing power of you!


©M V J Simon 2013




Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Self-made




From dust and grime he arose
With his skin thickened
With callus and insults
Unmindful of the hurt
Holding on to a dream
That would be his to achieve

From the darkest depths
The inky blackness
The cold terror of the unknown
Thrashed around by waves
Rocked and hurled against stones
Helpless and small
He held on tight to his dream

With every hurt, he grew
With every singe he hardened
With every welt he toughened
With every tear drop he wiped away
He emerged stronger
Radiant, glowing
Wild pearl – self made.

MVJ Simon  2012

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Wonder why!


Wonder why this desire
To have more
To know more
To achieve more
When I know that I can’t stomach it all

Wonder  why these unfulfilled dreams
Of creations so big
That I need a lifetime
To make them all come true

When I don’t know how long I will last


Wonder why this emptiness
When I have all that I need
And all that I love

Yet this aching hunger insatiable
When I know that I really don’t want it all


Why this need to be accepted
Loved and cherished
When I know that I’m the one
Who has been selfish 

Holding on instead of giving
Wanting, instead of sharing
And lusting, instead of loving


Wonder why this pain
When I ought to be happy


 M V J Simon 2012




Saturday, May 19, 2012

Imprint



Some day these words will cease
When I cease to exist
Yet I wish to live on
In memories fond

In the end nothing matters
Time will get us all
Every tick is a warning bell
We’re one second closer to the end

The great leveller
That finite truth
We must all face it
Some day it will end

This greed, this passion
This love for life
This lust...
Some day, it will all have no meaning.

For some day, 
I will be an imprint
Etched on stone.


M V J Simon 2012