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Forget the Glass

Forget the Glass

There’s really no point looking in the bottom of a glass
The answers do not hide there for future present past
For a time you are anaesthetised from the searing pain
Momentary release that’s all, until it returns again

Memories are your enemy at least that is what you think
Though really it is the emotions to which those memories link
You struggle with them daily, never really knowing
When something will trigger you and set the emotions flowing

Experiences can rob you of very fundamental rights
Leave you feeling worthless with no strength to fight
They may take from you the belief that you can be safe
The ability to open up and allow love to take fears place

Trust is such a fragile thing which can be shattered with a word
Hope becomes what others have though to you it seems absurd
Dreams are never to be expressed for fear of ridicule
So in silent pain you sit, self-preservation the golden rule

There’s really no point now looking back into your past
Whether it was bad or good for now you have just one task
Seek that which will free you from your dark despair
Release that crutch that carries you though you don’t see it there

Life is meant for living, fulfilment yours to reap
It is okay to expect happiness, of love and beauty speak
You are allowed to dream, to let peace your angst replace
To believe in you and a wonderful life is yours to embrace

Trish Johnston 8th February

Do you see what I see?

Do you see what I see?

Do you see what I see
As I gaze into the sky
Sparkling shining stars
Lighting the darkness of my mind

Do you see the moon up there
Her beautiful silver glow
Washing down upon us
Whispering secrets we need to know

Gentle words stirring feelings
Like a lovers sweet serenade
Teasing taunting all my senses
Music being perfectly played

But wait…..
Is that cloud I see
Drifting before my eyes?
Or is it life’s reality
My sweetest dreams being denied

With the storm comes an awakening
Lightning flashes bright
Thunder bringing passion
Pure unadulterated delight

Sunrise steals the diamonds
Like a thief gliding across the land
But it cannot steal the caress
I felt from the touch of your hand.

My Wealth, My Self

My Wealth, My Self

One thing that I have learned
In this journey I am partaking
Is that happiness can be found
When all else is forsaken

Some think that their possessions
Are the way to measure wealth
Me, I see things differently
My wealth is my Self

For all those vast possessions
The house, the boat, the cars
They did not make me happy
My pleasure in them did not last

Now, I have nothing
Except my heart to give
And you know I have discovered
That is not such a bad way to live.

Trish Johnston 4th July 2011

My wish for you

My wish for you

My wish for you is freedom
From the cage which you are in
To live a life you choose
In a place your heart can sing

My wish for you is happiness
Seated deep within your being
The kind that breeds contentment
Which you have rarely seen

My wish you is peace
May you find it in this life
Away from pain and suffering
Anguish, fear and strife

My wish for you is love
That eternal burning flame
To glow bright within your heart
And make you whole again

Trish Johnston 27 January 2014

Let our paths entwine

Let our paths entwine

You may think I do not know you
But what you fail to see
Is the soul connection
Between you or me

I see in you reflections
Of what my life has been
Images flash before me
Which only I have seen

Yet I know your pain
Your confusion clear as day
Because I too can feel it
In my own way

Share with me a moment
Let our paths entwine
Maybe for just a few short steps
Or maybe for all time

Trish Johnston 27 January 2014

Toast to Australia

Toast to Australia

Lamb chops on the barbie
Throw some prawns on too
Sit back and have a coldie
What does our day mean to you?
Is it all about tradition
The thongs and hat and zinc
The joking Aussie ocker
There’s more to it I think
We have a blessed existence
In this land we call our own
Although there’s great confusion
With all the different time zones
We have every season
On any given day
Be sure to pack accordingly
Before you go away
We are a friendly nation
Or so the others think
Pull up a stump and chat
And we’ll shout another drink
We don’t go chasing kangaroos
Up the city streets
And koalas are not really bears
That’s all tongue in cheek
We have the galahs and cockatoos
With their rowdy rawkus cries
And of course we have the feathered ones
Who clutter up our skies
We have every sport imaginable
Cricket, rugby, league, AFL
Bowls, tennis, Iron man
Far too many to tell
We also have our culture
The arts, entertainment grand
Reflections of the character
Of this wonderful land
So crack the top off a cold one
Pour a glass of wine
Let’s drink a toast to Australia
The greatest country we can find…

Trish Johnston 26th January 2011

Camping in Nature…

Camping in Nature…

I dream of going camping
Of laying gazing at the stars
Searching for hidden treasures
Maybe Jupiter and Mars

Maybe the moon will be shining
Illuminating the night
Silvery hues on Mother Nature
What a wondrous sight

I love to gaze into a campfire
Transfixed by leaping flames
Drawing strength from its beauty
Ever respectful all the same

To feel the velvet warmth
Of the night air envelop me
As a sweet delicate lover
Whose embrace comforts me

I would love to have the company
Of one who sees natures as I see
Though I will go alone
If none choose to accompany me

I do not fear the darkness
For I’ve discovered it’s my friend
It embraces me wholeheartedly
Like a long lost friend

I so love Mother Nature
In both darkness and in light
Her beauty constantly astounds me
In her essence I delight

She offers me strength to draw on
Asking nothing in return
But for me to appreciate her
And not her beauty spurn

I never take for granted
The wonder of my surrounds
For it’s in constant transformation
In sight and touch and sound

Airborne creatures I watch in wonder
Wishing I too could fly
Into the wild blue yonder
Floating gliding serenely by

I love the bugs and lizards
The ants and all their friends
Though I prefer they stay in territory
And not in my bed

I hope one day soon I can go camping
To satisfy this yen
And maybe I will feel
More balanced and tranquil then.

Trish Johnston 2nd March 2011

Cleansing Tears….

Cleansing Tears….

Tears are very cleansing
Like a tonic to the soul
Let them flow, release them
Let go of all untold

With release there comes the comfort
Of letting go of pain
The pressure valve is lifted
and life begins again

It does no good to hold them in
They build up so inside
Until you just can’t stand it
And can no longer hide

After tears there comes the smile
Radiating through
The lightness so uplifting
As it spreads right through

This lightness may not last for long
It may be quite short lived
But each time it visits you
Another gift it gives

Eventually the smile wins out
And the tears are overcome
Instead of greeting darkness
Face uplifted toward the sun

Some of us live in this cycle
Though it’s never what we choose
We need to know we are not alone
And we’ve nothing to lose

By letting out our emotions
And being honest with ourselves
We can help to control it
This dreadful living hell

We don’t want your pity
Just understanding we ask
A smile and your friendship
Help bring light into the dark.

Trish Johnston 9th December 2010

Peace and tranquility

Peace and tranquility

As I sit in meditation
in my small suburban lounge
I feel your spirit beckoning me
vivid images abound

the sounds I know so well
the rustling of the leaves
as they sway too and fro
caressed by the breeze

birds busily chattering
as they go about their lives
ever watchful, careful
to ensure they survive

old man ‘roo dozing peacefully
under clear blue skies
there is naught to bother him
but the persistent buzzing flies

the emu’s constant pecking
at the seeds blown adrift
now nestled on rich red soil
as through the rocks they sift

soaring eagles far above
as the currents lift them high
only to plummet rapidly
when a tasty morsel they spy

I wish that I could stay here
lost in the visions of my mind
where this peaceful tranquility
is not so hard to find

It’s tough being a country girl
lost in the city for a time
I look forward to these moments
When I am yours and you are mine.

Trish Johnston 18th September 2013

Keep them safe….

Keep them safe….

Gazing into waters deep
Praying for their souls to keep
Safely for another day
I ask this of you God if I may

For in the ripples I do see
My very special family
The daughter whom I love so dear
Whose gentle laughter I do hear

The ray of sunshine in my days
Comes from her in so many ways
From the time that she was born
She’s been like the golden dawn

Spreading her light in all directions
To me her beauty is perfection
When she hurts, I hurt too
The connection is so pure and true

And then of course there is the son
That amazing young man, the gentle one
He makes a mother feel so proud
To shout if from the rooftops loud

This is my son, this wonderful man
Who does everything he possibly can
To bring to my life a glow of love
For this I thank the Lord above

My children I hope they understand
They hold my heart in the palms of their hands
This mother’s love is so strong and pure
No matter what happens it will endure

So as I gaze into the water deep
Praying for their souls to keep
Safely for another day
I ask this of you God if I may.