The Edge of Life

Walking on the edge of life

Feeling the beat of my heart

Wondering and asking

Asking why we're apart

Words that hurt me

Never will deter me

Walking on the edge of life

Standing on the edge of life

Aching so much in my soul

Without you 

My life isn't whole

Feeling the fist on my face

I really can't leave this place

Standing on the edge of life

Sitting on the edge of life

Watching all the world go by

Looking for a reason,

A reason not to cry

Looking into cold eyes

Feeling all those bad lies

Sitting on the edge of life

Lying on the edge of life

My head hurt so much

I can hardly breathe;

I promised you 

I would never leave.

But my heart bleeds

My soul longs to be free. 

All I wanted was for you 

To love me.

But now I'm

Lying on the edge of life

Wounded...

Hurting...

Dead to all pain

Nothing to gain

Just lying on the edge

© Carolyn Davison 13th April 2014

Intangible Hope

Diving into the ocean of dreams
I see the dolphins swim
I hear the sound of humpback whales
The dawn chorus sing

Riding on the wind of fantasy
I see the birds soar
I hear the sound of the nightingale
The wild oceans roar

Climbing the peaks of mirage,
The wind upon my face
The swirl of energy round my being
The deer lose a race

Carolyn Davison 28th Feb 2014

Stormy Sea

The sea, at night,

Angry like a drunken man

Looking for a fight -

Egged on by the wind;

Foaming and churning, 

Lashing and burning.

Desiring

No peace,

No tranquility,

No order.

Whipped up into 

A frenzy of hatred -

Wanting to destroy 

Everything in its path.

Nothing is safe!

Not even the huge rocks

Which stand upright and proud

Like mountains to a tiny child.

The majestic cliffs

Standing watch over -

A beacon of protection

Could fall

Under the force of 

Such rage!

Rising up as a cobra,

Waiting a second

Until the strike - 

Smashing upon the beach,

Crashing upon the shore.

A wild beast in a cage

Longing to break free

To devour everything

In its path. 

Uncontrolled malice

Unending terror

Under the moonlit sky.

Morning calm,

Still, sober. 

Water glistening in the sunlight.

This morning a lamb,

Sleepy in the glow

Of the celestial ball.

A frightened creature 

Timidly lapping the shore,

Gently brushing

Tenderly touching.

Anger melted

Into sobriety

And tranquil paradise.

© Carolyn Davison 14th February 2014

False religion and true faith

Church men, hard as nails,

No emotion,

Watched as each slave was

Loaded onto a ship.

"It's fine to be hard,

These are not human,

On Sunday we will

Show our devotion.

We will justify our evil

To God. He will understand!"

But the God of creation

Looks down from above, 

With a heart of anger

And wrath.

The deceitfulness of sin

Ruins the inner man.

No more can he stand

Before the God he proclaims

As his own.

Disobedience, like a huge wall

Separates man from his Creator.

False religion

Blasphemous religion.

Men destined by their own arrogance

To spend eternity in hell

Black slave, with changed heart,

Full of emotion,

Prays to God each day,

Not for himself, but for 

The soul of his cruel master.

Every minute of each day

He is filled with true devotion.

Every stripe on his bare back 

Reminds him of where he stands,

Redeemed by the One who died for him.

He's safe in his Saviour's hands.

This man in chains is free in a way

His master could never imagine. 

Now he can stand 

Before the God he proclaims

As his own.

Not in this life, will he be free,

But the life which is to come.

He will live in eternity.

True faith is his,

Salvation is his.

Saved from himself,

Destined by his faith

To spend eternity in heaven.

© Carolyn Davison 6th December 2013

Splott

Believe it or not
I grew up in Splott
Quite close to Cardiff Bay
Just for a lark
We went to Splott Park
On the roundabout, we did play

Things not so foul
In our school, Baden Powell
Mr Beynon was head, in our day

We weren't soft as pillows
In that school we called Willows
The best we were, come what may.

©Carolyn Davison 27th November 2013

Christmas is Coming

Christmas is coming

Our MPs are getting fat

On the cuts in benefits

And the bedroom tax.

We don't have many pennies

And ha'pennies don't exist

I think our present leaders

Are just taking the mick.

©Carolyn Davison 7th November 2013

Wind

Wind, like breath from afar,

Blowing through trees

With a hundred tongues

Singing nature's song.

An excited child with flags,

Waving the branches,

Greeting the passing seasons

Stormy tempest,

Furious, fighting, fast.

Moving to its own rhythm,

Playing a tune no one dare utter.

Majestic trees, bowing to creation's audience,

Each branch conducting its own symphony:

Allegro; con passionata

Each branch falling

With a crash to make nature's music.

Gentle breeze, whispering a sweet lullaby. 

Tenderly touching each object in its path.

Leaves dancing to nature's song.

© Carolyn Davison 22nd October 2013