on the move / new horizon (poem)

into the far country we travelled,
driven by spirit

chastened by the curling optimism
of generations past
but holding to the hope
of a love like no other

migration

searching for life
in the face of the unknown,
an indication of possibility
in the face of adversary,
an endeavour of hope
born of desperation, or…
desire

catalyst, dreamer
builder, seeker
we are a people
on the move.
driven by spirit,
into the far country

and here we are.

these streets,
these pathways,
the cloudy hilltops
the rugged valleys…
this has become
our place.

but,

it was sea
that brought us here
and it is the waves
that I dream of still. home
is a dangerously
uneasy
truce

selah

so may this whenua be a place that sets people free
may the breath that carried us here fill the sails of generations to come
and may all our journeys arouse new swathes of determination

as we turn our gaze
to the new horizon

friday (poem)

dude
it’s the morning
life is hope
yet the carnage flies /

caffeine nation
rebellion, for a greater one
hold together the heart before you leap
and don’t forget that in the end
we’re all human /

truth
a light shining in the darkness
piercing the black
a kalaidescope of love /

scope
the future vibrant with memory
deep opportunity
amidst a pulsating path of pain /

dude, it’s friday

float.

when one is surviving
barely
hardly
possibly
only just
surviving

when anger
swims around the edges
smouldering
like the haze of the firesky
heated and dominating
blurring
the realms
of reason and reality

when, frustrated
one turns left ways and right ways
looking for any way
to move
any path
to turn
just a chance to breathe
just a grasp at freedom

well.
sometimes
just to float is to win

to rest in a dangerous place
to swim in uncertain currents
tenaciously continuing,
steadfastly
sticking to it.

here we stand