"A Trip To The Records Office"

A Visual Poem:"Epiphany"

"Façade" - A Visual Poem

"The Silent Torturer" - a visual poem

"Contemplating Matter"..........read by Rhona-Jane

One Such As You

As your hair unfurls
like the peacock full in plume
your eyes begin to close
your no longer in the room
consciousness at rest…
while I take the time to view
the wonder and the beauty
of one such as you

Your lips through which your breathing
bring imagery to the mind
of sweet intoxication
that we share from time to time

Your aroma drives me crazy
like potions made for love
can’t bear to be without it
like some mind controlling drug

the essence of your aura
it blends with what is mine
two united people
made one that tests the time

the moment you awake
I will be the one you see
quietly giving thanks....
for the life youv'e made for me


Silver Tongue



(Copyright © Geoffrey Brett - 16/06/08)

The Silent Torturer

A silent torturer
it breeds within
causing censors
to overload

a testing nature
it feeds off you
all that is left is no control

we approach with hate
we medicate
but It is still free to make one pause
take one step back
creak and crack
frustration for the cause

so we live each day
though all the same
a suffering monotony
while the silent torturer
celebrates………
the control it has of me

Silver Tongue




( Copyright © Geoffrey Brett - 12/06/08)

Awakening

orb....
darkness.....
everlasting....
forever.....
time....
endless....
light.....
ice ....
cold....
black....
empty......
lonely.....
soundless.....
nothing.....

life.....
meaning....
void ....
widening.....
clear...
thoughts....
true...
insight

Silver Tongue



(Copyright © Geoffrey Brett - 08/06/08)

Desire

Hair is like shadow
Her vision is blue
Silver clouds over head
The light on the muse
Rain…. falls
Droplets they form
Through the strand of shadow
A corona adorned

Will you remember tomorrow
When time rings the bell
Order on prescription
A life without hell
Today be forever
In this moment….
This hour
Blue vision in shadow
My only desire

Silver Tongue


(Copyright © Geoffrey Brett - 05/06/2008)

A2

as the atmosphere calms
the silence gets closer
soldiers of thought
the mind ticking over
anxious of time
that they don’t have to waste
the sword of their words
is wielded in dread

a tightness get tighter
the face starts to glow
remembering light
from so long ago
without the help
of a popular rhyme
knowledge is worthless
doesn’t stick within time

the end of the story
is at the tip of the pen
all decided here
the what and the when
the stakes are high
the dice are rolled here
nothing can stop them …
except their own fear

life’s running out
times not on their side
soul out on the paper
the mind starts to grind
heavy with heart
the final tick clocks
nothing more to do
when the final tock stops
a look from the shoulder
as they walk out the door
second guessing ……
should I have done more?


Silver Tongue


(Copyright © Geoffrey Brett - 12/04/2008)

Facade

Have you ever listened
to the rain outside your world
it symbolises questions
of an ever growing swirl
always getting closer
the sound so din
encompassing your hedge
a violent rage within

you feel it
you hear it
but sight is lost
darkness all around you
as you glide through the dross
life outside your mindset is howling and wet
but comfort saturates, and you feel the rest
we all save ourselves, from the weather outside
we subjugate the feelings, but we wear them with pride
conscience prevents scope
and the will prevents escape
nothing can happen
we tempted no fate

time is monotonous
our lives become the plan
all within the bubble of our denomination


Silver Tongue™©



(Copyright © Geoffrey Brett - 19/04/2008)

epiphany

The Preacher promises Heaven
to all who walk his path
but the price you pay is heavy
no logic nor reason can pass
the Conscience of you is living
it makes us who we are
to give to the preacher blindly
is one step that’s to far

listen to the voice inside you
it will tell you right from wrong
don't listen to the preacher...
and the Silver from his Tongue
this is the way to enlightenment
amnesia to all that’s past
a free conscience to see clearly
and find the truth at last!

Silver Tongue™


(Copyright © Geoffrey Brett - 22/04/2008)

life itself is no life at all

as the darkness spreads across the planet
we fight and push to save whats ours
we fall, perceive what yours and mine
we take what we want and don't think about price

the world is large but it seems so small
life itself is no life at all
without empathy and heart we are all in shame
if we don't stop and help it will never be the same

look beside you at the ones you love
take from them the heart to never give up
to make our lives the best that we can
so we don't fall short of being Hu-man
with our heart and conscience to lead the way
we should all wake tomorrow for another day
with no fear comes no delusion
we walk our own path
which takes us to enlightenment
too the side with the grass

we give thanx to nature for all that we are
helpout others in need so we know who we are
in the end all that matters was how you have lived
actions speak louder and words cannot give
peace and love spoke out every breath
b4 we all report ourselves to a ignorant death

Silver Tongue™©


(Copyright © Geoffrey Brett - 30/05/2008)

"Our Conscious Mind Abode"

To me the whispers never end
In judgement for my errors
But When we stand and take our place
We shine through our endeavours
But lightening strikes once everyday
and I plan to do what's right
To take the blame, the hurt the shame
My will is my advantage

With confidence and living hope
others will join the plan
give guidance to those whom seek the truth
so we all live out as one

It’s not that far
The truth we seek
It all begins at home
Inside the shell
Our living hell
Our conscious mind, abode

To each and other
It all takes shape
we can go back to the start
Just open the gate to the secret place
The one that hides your heart

Let it breathe so it can feel
Have empathy forever
Let them in to share the act
Of love for one another

Silver Tongue™



( Copyright © Geoffrey Brett - 30/05/2008)

A Trip to the records Office

I walked into a wall
of fragrant wonder
in a room made for the past
dust and memories
line the walls
too much for us to count

history flows from every hand
passed to those who seek
to hold the life within their palms
of those who cannot speak

the looking glass it can see through time
a vision of what had been
a private window facing back
to a place no longer seen

but the clock runs out
the chapter ends
we are left to face our year
until next time
when I come back
I will keep your lives in here


Geoffrey Brett © 12/06/08

Contemplating Matter

Contemplating matter
a myriad of light
a mind is like Picasso
no straight line guiding sight
of all the things imagined
through life and sight within
the dreams through daytime wander
like a longest walk in spring

the white of light, the black of shadow
between, a constant grey of conscience
untidy mind with lack of colour
a masquerade of knowledge
filtered sounds and sights unseen
frustration plays its hand
we bluff through our existence
and we never understand


Silver Tongue


(Geoffrey Brett © Copyright)