Connections

Strangers united with a common bond
connections formed in a single heart beat
recognition at some level
of lives that can be shared

a touch on skin
of people you barely know
and the knowledge
of a friendship formed

Such warmth and trust and laughter heard
all striving for the same goal
eyes alight with new possibilities
screams of delight as embraces exchange

A glimmer of love and hope
in a desperate world
A world crying out for help
where we believe all is evil

Bombardment of images
of death an destruction
to tortured remnants
of souls turned bad

Media ripping with vultures talons
at anything that paints a dark picture
ensuring an international suicide pact
as there's no place to turn
no sign of hope

but here in this tiny corner of the world
we can be reminded of the good hidden within
the trust we can once again instill in each other
the need and want to assist

All wanting to help
to aid in some one's plight
the joyous smiles
bad qualities hidden from sight

Sacrifice

sunrise, the sunlight dances across your chest
highlighting the goldeness upon you
the stark reality of a new day
of promises andmsitakes made

the silk upon your skin
translucent, pale and unforgiving
sweat glistening on your delicate hairs

Why?

thay moment of passion
of common misunderstanding
the guilt, the pleasure
and now the pain

was the sacrifice worth it
the horrors we now have to face
the condeming thoughts too much to bear
the heaviness laying in our hearts
and what was it all for?

Free?

Middle of the night
no sound of waking
the masses slumber on
as the dawn awakes

Light begins to filter
through the fabric of the night
new day beginning to stir
as shadows take shape

Silence hangs heavy in the air
in this former lively place
while all about begin to shift
as a new day they make their own

Sounds beginning to pierce
the still and sleepy air
to invade their minds and bodies
the shrill of an alarm, raising bodies from beds

Thoughts returning to those who can't be here
thinking of how much they'd like it...now
sat in solitude away from the crowd
drinking in the silence before chaos descends

A fleeting moment taken for oneself
with no rules or judgement, only me to satisfy
the thing we all miss the most....ourselves
finding the time and space just to be

Resting here in a place of friends and strangers
so full of joy and laughter
but still having to fit the mold
that others have cast you in

What would people say if they saw me
quiet and reflective in the early hours
would they recognise me as the person from before
the carefree party girl who always entertains

Would they actually leave me to be?
Would I really want them to see?
Do we all consciously try to shape ourselves
into the form we want to portray?

Are any of us really free?