The Canvas of your Life
The canvas of you life
Is yours to do as you will
Fill it up with colour
But remember not to spill
The paints of life are precious
Commanding what you feel
The brush strokes aren't important
Expressing yourself is the real deal.
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Paint it bright and sunny
Fill each space with life
Make your road upon this earth
Full of passion and spice
For the canvas is your life
Once full cannot be changed,
It tells the world your story
And how your soul behaved.
© D Tarbrook 2008
Inner Sanctum
Deep within my being…
Deep within my soul…
There is an inner sanctum,
A sanctum of old.
It's a place of great mystery
Of secrets not yet found,
A place to store past memory
From all the world renowned.
Within this secret sanctum,
Is all that I have known,
Every life that I have lived
Every life that was foretold.
What is this secret mystery,
That's held so deep within,
What knowledge can it give me
What help for this life I'm in.
I wonder through this life,
Learn lessons which I need,
Noble truths and knowledge,
All scattered around like seed.
Time is running short,
For soon I will reunite,
To the god of my inner sanctum,
The God who gives me light.
© D Tarbrook 2009
A Witch Accused
I hear them cry, with rage in their souls
Its blood they want not conversion
Compassion is lost its time to repay
For the sins of man… purification.
Bound I am carried to the test
Weary and for lone my soul cries out
My pleas fall on deaf ears
My judgement is sealed for I am doomed.
The bitterness bites at my wet skin
My breathing is erratic my eyes are wide
I daren’t look for I will be accused
For breathing, for being, for existing.
Revenge is sweet, entertainment for the few
The scourging, the humiliation, the trying…
My faith is lost and darkness descends
It’s the time of times for my being.
He gazes into my eyes with fear
An utter distaste he does have
Its meat he wants to quiet en the crowd
So that power and peace are restored.
The air changes and silence falls
A thousand eyes stare up to me
The oak has stood strong for many a year
My end has come on this plane.
But I will live on forever in this place
My body you can destroy but my soul will stay free
The wood of the trees and the water which flows
Will carry my essence forever.
© D Tarbrook 2009