More serenity than Sainsburys

 

The church bells casting
religious spells
and the habitues of the pews 
can sit at ease or kneel
at prayer knowing that they’re
the untouchables.

Breakwater point

The giants know it is not the journey they make but
the first step on the long road
that they take to immortality which puts them
on the pages of history under the microscopic lens
of humanity.

The giants may slip and trip over giants who have fallen before but
some rise with their eyes set on the keys of infinity,unlocking the lighthouse to light up the pathways for us all to be
giants.

We break the mould and shoulder responsibility,it’s not easy to be
a giant,simpler to be a small man,tall men are targets for the sniper scope,the aim of dreams which lead the refugees that hope for new technologies to ease their burdens.
The giants are among us,the humble ones,ones that tumble,crumble,crumple and yet unravel mystery,unlock misery
to free the sad and the sick,pick a person any person and that person could be the giant,
see
it’s not really how tall you stand but how you understand and where the first step is and who gives you the helping hand,
we all have within us the grasp of the genius
we are all
potential
giants.

Fading in

 

It is only the ghosts that hide in towers and
flap the sails,
through these railings
I still see
the ghost of who
I used to be.

In these towers in the town where everything is coloured damp,
lamps are lit and light flits nervously,
I still see
the ghost of who
I used to be.

The towers,
phallic symbols of a modern age where teenagers came of age,in an age where every turn they make,makes them rant and rage against authority and
I still see the ghost of who
I used to be.

No ghost escapes
just waits for their
dessert,
slurping up the anger,hurt,becoming stronger in
the long term memory and
I can see what has
become of me.