Gouranga

Hannah and Scott
Laugh a lot.
It's very good.
More people should.

The Ache Within The Brain

I’m trying not to dwell upon the ache within my brain,
It’s just so damned annoying that I’ll never be the same.
That morning in September, no, that eve three days before
Has ensured that life is different and certainty’s no more.

Now I know that I’m in danger of becoming a sad git
Who dwells upon their illness and hangs their life on it.
I really do not want that, I really want to live
But it is so very different and some things have to give.

To some I seem the same and to others, well, they say
When I’ve done something v. stupid, “Oh I did that the other day.”
I know it’s being helpful, I know it’s being kind
But what they cannot recognise is, that leak has blocked some of my mind.

It hurts not finding answers, hitting that brick wall
And it hurts so very badly to depend on one and all
So I need to rise above it, need to get a life
But sadly things have changed since going under surgeon’s knife.

I’m indebted to all those people who were shocked to the core
Who have been so supportive and couldn’t have done more.
But they all have their own lives, so I should stay in touch,
Even though communication now unnerves me so much.

And multi-tasking’s not an option, concentration don’t exist,
The only way to get through the day is by following a list.
There’re other annoying ailments but it could’ve been much worse
I’ve been immensely lucky and lived through a massive burst

I know that I’m now different, I know things aren’t the same
I know I have to conquer this, life’s cruel, mental game.
It’s not proving very easy, not proving very swift
But I’m determined not to lose out on this very precious gift.

I’ll keep taking all the tablets, for although they put on weight
They’re the antidotes that are keeping me away from Heaven’s gate.
And I’ve learnt how life is precious, and that friends and family
Are the only things that matter. You are all the world to me.

Work in progress....

Sunday is the Deliu-bub's birthday so I'm working on a tribute to the one, the only, Delius.

LOVE'S JOURNEY

A poem for Valentine's Day

Where does love take us?

From that first glimpse across a crowded room

To the joy of the exploration of our hearts and minds,

Familiarising our likes and dislikes

Via loves and fears, passions and principles.

It lets us experience moments of joy through the soaring

Feelings of absolute, extreme comfort and sweetness then,

Through an ever-growing bond of friendship and trust,

Conveys us to that pinnacle of pure love that can never be replaced

Nor superseded nor conquered for our souls are as one.

This is my love for you, impossible to communicate

Through words and deeds alone.

Intangible, indefinable, yet concrete and true.

Look into my eyes, pore deep into my soul

To know absolutely you belong, safe, are home.

Vagarant

A traditionalist who embraces change

So I Came Home

I peeked through death’s door yesterday. It was ajar. I looked inside, rooted, neither in nor out, whilst, extraneously, a flurry of saviours did their all to cling my soul to life.

I glimpsed inside, oblivious yet conscious of bodily ministration whilst standing on the edge of a bright candyfloss miasma, an all-encompassing, all-enveloping corona of pink.

It holds no fear for me now, my death; I have met you but not yet grown accustomed to your face. I know now my ultimate destination but not the nature of my passing.

So, Reaper, I fear not your scythe for my time, but save that fear for those who grieve, for I have seen the heartache, the ripping of the fibres, the sheer depth of sorrow that is caused by your harvest.

I was held awhile at death’s door but no-one was there for me…So I came home.

Profundity

We don't know what tomorrow will bring
We never did
We just thought we did