Pictures of Perfection

Child,

Believe

You can do

Anything.

Do not look at what is around you,

Think of what could be.

What you dream of is

Tomorrow's world.

No one can see it but you. 

Thank your imagination for

Pictures 

Of 

Perfection.

Others will try to hold you back

Because they lack

Courage.

Until you die

Nothing can stop you changing the world

Except your own fear.

Never mistake 

The voice of fear

For

The voice of reason.

YOU

Are the most exceptional person who has ever lived.

Only by doubting

THAT

Will you ever fail.

Take what you are and make

The future

BEAUTIFUL.

(London, January 2007)

The Comfort of Silence

Did I say that out loud?

It's not the first time

I felt

Like crawling away

Or turning back time,

Wishing I could

Extinguish

That desire

To tell a random stranger

What I believe.

I feel him shrink and recoil

From this girl

Who has said something

That makes him feel 

Uncomfortable,

Because he felt safe

In the knowledge

That his darkest desires

Were invisible. 

He wonders,

"How can she see

The unknowable me

When I cannot put into words

My formative years

That torture me?"

She feels his pain,

And then,

Falls 

Silent.

For once.

(London. January 2007)

Pieces Of Truth

Pieces of truth,

Fragments of memories

Make up me.

Pleasure and pain,

And the experience they gain

When vying for a spot

At the top

Of my list

Of significant moments.

Is it then or now

That matters, and how

Do I know if I can trust my head?

So much to think on,

Both good and bad, that curl

Like two trails of smoke

Disappearing. 

What is precious now

Did not exist then.

What was everything then

Is nothing now.

Much later

All will change.

Count and bless the good minutes today,

Tomorrow could bring anything.

There is a place

Inside

That I return to

For comfort.

But even so,

Every time I go

The sky is a different colour.

(London, January 2007)