Fuck Barriers – Flight or Fight

barbed wire

Cold Fence by Thomas & Dianne Jones CC BY 2.0

the other side of barbed

holds new horizons

but tangled undergrowth

and fenceposts bar the way

stout boots, stout hearts,

a motorcycle

no fucker’s gonna block us

come what may

Written for Mindlovemiserysmenagerie Photo Challenge #94

From The Start

I was just making dinner. And then out pops this little lot. The whole thing feels more like a song than a poem. Although what is a song if not a poem set to music? I’m not editing this at all. Just as it came. And now humming a tune that may fit. Wish I played guitar. Have to let the subconscious work on a melody.  Hope it doesn’t feel too cheesy. That might be because of what I’m cooking. 😉

 

There’s history there for the taking,

We made it but let it grow cold.

Not one of those words I was faking

Tho’ the story is one often told.

Two souls that united but parted

While around us stormy winds blew.

How could I have known when it started

How much I’d grow to love you?

 

Now the breeze is balmy and steady

But the hurt lives on in my heart.

Tell me, my love, that you’re ready

To try again, make a new start.

 

No one can hurt like a lover

When the scars, though they fade, still ache.

There never will be another

While there’s a chance we may take.

Believe in the story that grew then,

Remember the times that we shared.

Take comfort in knowing you’re still chosen

And nothing can make me feel scared.

 

Now the breeze is balmy and steady

But the hurt lives on in my heart.

Tell me, my love, that you’re ready

To try again, make a new start.

 

How many loves have been lost to

Stories begun but collapsed

In a world where true love is too few

And questions are filled with perhaps?

Now I’m just a lost, lonely lover

With a story to tell just like you,

Secrets that some may uncover,

No story when love is still true.

 

For the breeze is balmy but steady

And our hurts live on in my heart

But I’m telling you, darling, I’m ready

To live again right from the start.

The Climb

Tremulous and wary,

Scarred outcrops, hands do meet,

Risking all for summit,

Chasms at my feet.

 

Wending way through mire,

Sunken souls abound,

Treading carefully, unknown

Pathways to be found.

 

Clambering to mountain top,

Paths trod by others past,

Obliterated passage,

Take care and hold on fast.

 

On hands and knees to grip the way,

Rising then to greet

Peak among the clouds on high,

Accomplishment so sweet.

 

Faster than ascent of this,

Descent knows clearer rite,

Sliding swiftly, gloriously,

Abandoned safety flight.

 

Ascent’s a scary business,

Risking life and limb

But touching heaven’s foothills

Makes for worthy aim.

 

I said I’d never tackle

Such a one again,

Elevated trial,

Encountering so much pain.

 

New challenges arise and then

I don my hiking gear,

Embark on death-defying quest,

Inside my heart I cheer

 

At opposition clearly met,

In honest self-endeavour,

Braver than ignoring them,

Is trying with some fervour.

 

Sometimes we may not see the crest,

Shrouded so in cloud,

But effort and endurance

May make ourselves feel proud.

 

Some hardy togs, a hiking staff

And heart of sterner stuff,

Battling on, in adversity,

Often is enough.