Photography and Writing By KJ Halliday 2014
(This series was originally an online project. It has been moved to this site to share with my other poetry works)
With each new step a choice to make,
Branching through. Forgetting Fate.
Water from the flowing stream
Washing over all our dreams.
Give Me Your Burdens
Lay your burdens at my feet and I’ll drop mine at yours
To walk hand in hand salt smell in our nostrils naked
Sand beneath our toes as we let the ocean clothe us
Back to a new beginning for the two of us
Reaching out in the veil of water to gently explore
A controlled flow of ecstasy floating
As I lift you up
Such a Pity
That’s just “Vanity” speaking to you. Though I knew her by older names I can still recognise that laugh. I wouldn’t let her hold you.
Insults are the refuge of the lost and broken. Of no use but still beautiful. To be discarded on the slag heap of life.
Blessed singularity to transmit knowledge known and unknown – a brighter light than your eyes can understand.
Down wayward lanes and back roads to travel away from the frustrated. You can be just another number in the angry crowd.
Wearing triangles and circles to make playful games with the cosmos. You remain a comet wandering in darkness. Eventually crashing.
The Silent Figure
No words are needed between us now
As we take separate paths that lead
To an embrace
No chase or discussion
Just forces that will drive us
Into the same orbit
You are the Spark
Your passion is unyielding
To be in your gaze
Leaves a light in the soul
A blazing fire in my heart
The Son Rises Over the Righteous
While the rain will fall on Saint and sinner.
The sweetest thing has always been the righteous wings that spread
from dawn as the newest children are born.
Waiting patiently for the day when the Son will bring the righteous their Saintly pay.
The Path of Peace is Littered with Broken Glass
The path of peace was simple.
A covenant to keep clean.
The greed and anger they all have means blood beside the sea.
Their mansions sit upon the shore worshipping the sun.
While the children of the LORD cut their feet and have no fun.
The Poor Pass Through Heaven’s Gate
The rich they cannot enter.
They cannot see the way.
The only things they care for are leading them astray.
The poor pass into heaven with no effort on their part.
They have already won the race from a standing start.
Love is the Foundation Stone
Have faith in love.
Show love through faith.
Come near to love with humility and a pure heart.
Anger crowds out love.
Put aside the shackles of hatred and clothe yourselves in the garment of mercy which is woven from love.
When your Shadow’s Feeling Blue
If your shadow’s feeling blue then just start on something new.
If your friends are casting shadows too then you should know just what to do.
To turn the frowning faces glad forget the rich (and the sad)
and make a stitch in time itself to shine a light inside yourself
to turn the frowning faces glad.
Sometimes the Sun Shines Through
Sometimes I think too much.
Instead of just enjoying life I can just keep myself in darkness until the right spirit of inspiration strikes.
The light always shines through eventually.
I pray that same holy spirit of inspiration pours over you too.
The Giving Way
It is easy to get distracted by where you might want to go in your life and forget to live your life where you are right now.
There is a danger inherent with any form of escapism and that danger is missing out on the moment.
Whenever you give what you can you will always receive much more in return.