Within These Walls.

Echoing screams call out from the shadowed ruin,

A once glorious tower lurks.

Souls crawl between the cracks,

Beckoning new visitors, yearning.

Emergency lights flicker

And rats rule the halls.

Plush red carpets are no longer,

Ragged remains are aplenty.

Children’s cries resonate still,

Happy shrieks as they run the halls,

Haunted howls of fear and pain

They have wept, they have laughed.

Women’s laughter rings true,

Bells of absolute happiness,

Of honeymooning lovers,

And false tones of the whore.

Men’s voices boom through

Scolding children, and wives alike.

Loving caresses, contrasted with

Furious blows.

Nothing is missed by them,

Blood has rained down.

Fire has roared through its halls

Children have been made upon its floors.

They haunt the skyline now,

Forgotten, but still bearing down

On those who have forgotten

The memories it still holds dear.

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Whistling trees curling branches around the wind;

Heavy with heart and rain.

Pushing their branches to the sky

Straining for new heights, new leaves.

Yearning for the rays of rebirth;

A desire for reunion.

Returning love, growing from roots to branch end.

Stretching for that comforting push

Of leaves flowering on branch ends.

With the return of promise;

Of renewed contact.

Standing, beaten, woven, tall.

Dappled rays fanning its growth,

From speechless to mighty.

Always reaching.

Pouring strength to its roots,

Feeding with caresses of wisdom

And precious understanding.

Leaves fall away,

Returning termly.

Never forgetting

Still reaching, still fighting,

Inspired saplings, following.

Rising.

Wonder

Reach for the stars that have evaded you,

Reach for the light that fades from you.

Reach for the summit that shrinks from you,

Reach until your body gives in

– until the sun brushes your fingertips.

Climb for the new beginning that has been granted,

Climb for the new life you fought for.

Climb for that fairytale ending,

Climb until you have found that freedom

- until you hold your dreams in the palm of your hand.

Fight for the power you lost,

Fight for that breath you needed.

Fight for the redemption you deserve,

Fight until your body is weary

- until you have broken down the walls.

Release all that haunts you,

Release those blind to realities truth.

Release your tainted heart,

Release and let the light back in

- until your heart is reborn anew.

Dance through the world that beckons you,

Dance around those trying to claw you back.

Dance to feel the sun upon your skin,

Dance and embrace the change of your singing heart

- until your feet carry you into a new world of fresh dreams.

Breathe the air of an untainted future,

Breathe in your future of smiles.

Breathe through the pain and the heartache,

Breathe, deep until your last

- until every scar heals.

The Final Phase

The Final Phase.

It begins with listening

To the breaths of the witnesses,

Their tears pooling in the darkness.

It makes itself known with a roar,

Ending with the loss of time gone by.

The echoes of life caress you,

Leaving their imprint on every second past

Reminding the eyes of what will come.

The sights follow swiftly on,

Remembering as the hand ticks away,

Mimicking the lights as they dance above.

Witnessing the passing of the hours,

As dawn drags ever closer to the break

And only the sun comforts those who gathered.

The ashes of time scatter into the wind,

Only the wishes of mourners remain.

The ashes settle on your tongue,

Burning every bud, crawling into each pore.

The air is dull with despair, every crevice,

Every crack is suffocated and consumed.

It clings with fervour, desperation,

As each swallow leaves fresh tears in its wake.

Contracting muscles choke any tangible hope

Of speaking with the clarity your heart needs.

The smells come now,

Overwhelming the in between

With scents of the lost and the grievers.

Attempted shadows cloud the waves

With clusters of pollen hung in the air,

Leaving behind notes of sympathy

Sewn amongst the masks of hidden fury.

As it fades it is only a blessing

Leaving only one last touch.

It shall be the final loss,

Laying its head against yours

Caressing you into the sleepless void.

The remains of the day lie unmoving,

Cushioning your fall into the abyss

Leaving the cries of the living behind you

As you are led into the arms of the reaper -

Senseless.

Perspectives Project.

For the last few years I've been working on this perspectives project in my spare time. The focus of it is essentially looking at different landscapes/monuments from multiple perspectives and compiling them to make these images. So far I've been focusing on using photographs from my trips to different cities, but this Summer I'm looking to expand the project to things closer to home.
Here are a few..

 Perspectives of the Blue Mosque in Istanbul, Turkey.

Perspectives of inside the Aya Sofya in Istanbul, Turkey.