Self – Parisian Poetry

#1 Setting Sun

Although the evening was cool and crisp it seemed that there was something more amiss. Yes we had finished and yes we were done but something longing became echoed inside the setting sun. Thoughts on a page #1 by Sam Fawcett

When The Candle Goes Out

Cast from a mind Hitting a note I pass most waking moments Thinking of yesterday The fire we made that never existed Still burns within my heart Memories on phones Pictures sharpen like stone The last light in the room A final flicker to be alive When the candle goes out Never to reach theContinue reading “When The Candle Goes Out”

iii. sounds & songs of the earth

Sounds and songs of the earthBlend into life’s mortal mirth Where judgement casts a welcome springWellness drops and golden signets sing Bluebells ignite the groundA million souls in purple shroud An ancient brook that sits acrossa winding stone wall of moss When all one’s love turns into sun What more do we dare to becomeContinue reading “iii. sounds & songs of the earth”

Presence

I am present with strength and feelingI am present with wonderful healingI am present with the tiredness of lifeI am present with love and breathingI am present with wild schemingI am present with a remorseful pastI am present with all my years at lastThis presence exists in your every stepTap into it to see howContinue reading “Presence”

ii. soul

when clouds part and skies become soft with glowing light my soul will fly into the eaves of my first home where my mind will become stone aching back and crooked speech no more suffering it’s not the best of all possible things just what the worst can’t be no matter what you can seeContinue reading “ii. soul”

i. salt in the sea

i wanna be as young forever as i am tonight in rich vein of form the moon comes past feelings don’t last good people are too good for me as sure as there’s salt in the sea blame my DNA for all what i have done on this earth burning in the blood salt inContinue reading “i. salt in the sea”