Song of Loss

August 29, 2016

This is a song I wrote for a musical of sorts some friends and I were working on. It didn’t quite pan out but I still come back to this and the scene it is written for – a story about losing your memories and in essence, yourself.


“Maybe we should think of memory itself as a work of art—and a work of art is never finished, only 
abandoned.”

Song Of Loss (working title)

They say your treasure is where your heart is
Maybe there’s an easier way to measure this
How will I know what’s important to me
Will I still recognise the faces I see

Like the ticking of time
I’m slowly checking out of this mind
I may not remember your face
or that everything and nothing has changed

Chorus
I am here counting the days
While my mind is slowly slipping away
I cling on to the rhythms of faith,
This I know will resonate
long after I fail to remember my own name.

Bridge
The silence talks, time fills the room
Though blind with age, I have rediscovered faith

But no matter how tomorrow unfurls
I will not pine the lost cause of empty hours
Long after this moment is gone
I remember enough to know
That my tomorrows are yours.

Chorus
I am here counting the days
While my mind is slowly slipping away
I cling on to the rhythms of faith,
This I know will resonate
long after I fail to remember my own name.

Bridge
The silence talks, time fills the room
Though blind with age, I have rediscovered faith

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hope dangles on a string…

November 9, 2011

When the dreams of death begin feeling like love songs of release
It takes all my might to stop and find my peace.
I’m through with entertaining the voices in my head
Seeking instead for hope, that dangles by a thread.

like…

August 31, 2011

13 February, 2007

Like…

like a bike ride to forget your worries.
an ice cream to soothe your blues.
like rain clouds and a downpour.
like sunshine through an open door.
unpredictable like a book half read.
turned on by your fingers on the frets.
remarkably like an old song, sang.
blissful like serendipity and a life that’s shared.
yummy like a banana chocolate smoothie affair.
alarmingly charming.
distant yet alluring.
beautiful
just the way you are…

I am …

August 2, 2011

I am the River
I am the Sea
I am the lovely Ocean Breeze.

I am the Salty Sprays carried by the wind
I am the warmth, that shines upon your skin.

I am the sand you gleefully tuck your toes in
I am the soft still breeze that gently caresses your cheek
I am the roaring waves that come rushing to your feet.

I am the white foam trails on the barren beach
I am that which brings life from beneath
I am all that you so often seek.

I am Him who brings Peace from within
I am  Him who loves without ceasing,
I am Him who helps you keep breathing.

As you wade into the darkest depths,
I am He who gives you strength to keep living.

I Run

July 20, 2011

This was a work in progress and I managed to finish it in time for The Worship Project my church was having. I read it as part of a performance piece I helped choreograph with a friend who is such a beautiful dancer. I think she managed to capture the hopefulness of the piece. 🙂

I Run 

I run,
Away from them, him, her,
Us?
I run

Lost and Confused,
Seperated and removed
far from your presence
I Run

Battling fears
with hoisting spears
still too strong for tears
I Run

Hearing a voice
Rising above the noise
a silent Hope screams loud
I stumble and I pause

A tug at my heart
heartstrings play a chord
What’s left within me implores
I Turn

Lights lit by Love
eminating at every curve
Knowing I do not deserve
I hesitate

Seeing your face
I’m touched by your grace
the Hope I dare chase
Into your presence
I run

… and so she danced

October 16, 2010

May 13, 2009

The pathway seems narrow,
the streets seem bare,
she cannot find beauty,
in things tho’ she stares.

So she imagines a place,
a far away land,
of Angels and daffodils,
Broken hearts they mend.

She runs through the trees,
walk like the waltz and sing like the breeze,
Earth and wind stood still to watch her,
as she danced, as she danced.

She danced trough the winter,
She danced through the pain,
She danced to oblivion and started again,

Fire and water stood still in wonder,
as she danced, as she danced.

 

Quiet time

July 15, 2009

God I’m here. I’m listening. This is quiet time right.
Like heloooo. *crickets*
Crap. Just great! Your bird just took a dump at me.
Now i’ve gotta go home and wash my hair (again!) and change and do extra laundry.
Haven’t you heard of global warming. Yes and I’m the cause of it. Extra water = Global Warming.
I dunno how exactly but i must have read that somewhere.

I’m back
So….. right.
Remember what happened at work?
You heard what she said. Owh the nerve!
Can you like smite her or something?
Please? Pretty please? Ok how bout giving her a huge zit?
No? Fine. I’ll deal.

SO anywhooo…. I’m not good with this quiet time thing.
Read? hokay.
I’ve stopped at…. Kings. There’s too much fighting in here. I’ll flip to… Psalms.
There’s always something nice in there.
Owh …. it’s depressing….. His bones are aching and he can’t sleep.

Proverbs maybe?

Okay i’m done. That was a good read. That person should read this.
I’m still peeved of him.
You know of all the things he could’ve done, he had to do that to ME.
What the heck. He’s an @ss.

Ok God what is it? You’re not speaking loud enough.
Huh? What? Like do I have all day?

Owh wait.. i think my anger’s drowning you out.