A Change of Seasons (2010)
By Jodie Stewart ©
Close down your eyes and imagine a world full of love, hope, courage and unity.
Draw your gaze inward, upon yourself and notice how you are feeling
It’s like a new emotion, tingling, contradictory to the norm,
A sense of clarity echoes through her soul, a gaze inward.
They're the stars that lie to you hence you weren’t told to listen
It's all talk, no action and you can see right through them
There's a place she goes for her escape, the imagination,
She creates a world highlighting her hopes and dreams.
With or without you she hardly noticed the flames burning until he softly whispered in her ear…
“I'm thinking of you, you're thinking of me,
I can't keep you out; my heart yearns for a cure,
This isn't the time and definitely not the place for love, a Sunday session impure.”
Attack of the mannequins, contaminating yet surreal,
Pretentious scenery: is this real, or simply a euphemism?
A journey lost with a new beginning found so with or without you she found her peace.
Like a new sixth wonder in her very own new world order,
Peace and serenity is not unique but wondrous, she keeps it
Locked securely in her well of strength, courage and unity.
How lovely is a birds song, how tepid are you're words,
How simple is one moment turned ghastly by one wrong.
How striking are her bright red shoes, her voice brave, and a sweet smile across her face,
One look in the mirror, a giggle she felt she was in space.
Like a new emotion, tingling, it's contradictory to the norm; a sense of freedom reverberates through her chest, her hearts centre.
The chain has been broken with more stories, one more world and with one more song a tale of truth unfolds.
The seasons change, unlike any others yet nothings set in stone.
Enjoy the spontaneity of our world and smile: we are not alone.
Breakdown (2010)
By Jodie Stewart ©
Like the drizzle of rain, its subtle, scarred and sore.
I sailed out on this paddleboat, alone, without an oar.
My tongue was tied and I couldn't speak
My lips pressed tightly whispering but a squeak.
He said I looked beautiful, shining and bright,
A purple iris, my camera can't see through this night.
So long I tried, I couldn't believe
Blinded, withheld, twas’ only him I could see.
My magic was lost upon his eyes
The blue with red struck fire behind
It dazzled brightly then burnt out
Suddenly, my mind is without such doubt.
Passion (2010)
By Jodie Stewart ©
What of passion? A captured heart endures.
Bound by far beneath
A wretched song, twisted hope; an entanglement of thee
Vines wrapped tightly round thy neck,
Constricting a birds breast within
All hope and mighty tender care, a birth; so the search will begin.
What of love a woman seeks onto her tender breasts
a dashing gentleman?
a dashing gentleman?
Golden locks a smile of her bequest?
What of hope a butterfly flutters upon a daylights hour
A rising birth
Sun shines amidst the clouds
But a captured heart, none but a curse
Thankful me unto my sleep lay her head to rest
Web of tales encounter her dreams, tears swell
Down thy cheek, a weep, breath of hope
A sigh, she lays her head, how to cope?
What of dreams and what of my reality
A world unknown to you
What of world, tales and adventures did you foresee?
Love, friendship and more can you see?
Can you feel it through your toes, creeping?
Reverberating a strum unto
Crowds in matters of these show that
You’re reinforced with two.
Clock-Work (2010)
Jodie Stewart ©
Controlling the minds clockwork, the magician works his magic,
He clings onto the small mechanics ties, does none but panic.
The metal won’t fit snuggly, its shifty, rusted and ruined,
Travelling the world for this antique clock, clearly it’s not a shoe in.
One tick to get the day started, an alarm rings in the distance,
Two blinks the muscles twitch, the ligaments are tight,
Three elephants to feed pet and show affection,
Four friends to comfort you when you don’t even need to mention
Six worries that are on your mind but
Seven foods relieve you, there’s
Eight easy steps onto the path of stillness, so let’s do it.
Nine kisses from the ones you love, surprises and more,
Ten seashells found below the surface on the ocean floor.
Eleven lucky sunflowers turning in the wind,
Twelve tears falling down your cheeks, why did you not listen?
Clockwork is a motion never ending or beginning,
Breathlessness isn’t a warning but a mere beacon of hope.
Reflection of a past memory teaches us our boundaries,
In times like these, head over feet, just grasp the simple scope.
Heart it races, touch your toes, and go crazy for a split second,
And listen to the silence of your breath.
Everybody’s free... so get it like you like it,
And know you always went in at your best.
My Darkest Hour (2010)
By Jodie Stewart ©
In my darkest hour you weren't there,
There i sat across the room, you stared
Helpless, selfless i gave my plea
Catatonic, you simply let me be.
What of empathy? Did this pass your mind?
Skewed perceptions and ignorance is bliss?
Constricted, I was trapped and alone
With you my hand you did not kiss.
Ruined by a childish demeanor
A longing, down the hall I called
There I was, scared, alone
Tranquilized by a lady in white, did you see her?
In my darkest hour you weren't there,
There I laid on the bed and stared,
The ceiling crashed down over me
Selfless, you simply let me be.
What of the love, I shared with you,
How could you be so unkind?
Put simply, this song has been un-sung to you
Like a bird I’m free to shine.
A light flashed before my eyes,
A voice said 'don't leave me.'
The only thing that remains is change
This song has found a new key.
By Jodie Stewart ©
To save you, from falling, a guardian grabs in plea,
A sudden death match; the ring is open and I’m ripped unto my knees.
My nakedness is enveloped by weathered skin: one inch thick
The cold snapped quickly around my iris; pathetic it must seem.
Held idle, yet surrounded by an army of myself,
I ostracised my soul and held captive my voice.
My thoughts are fading fast into a shattered frame of hope,
Red footprints stain the sand, the blood crawls, and I cannot cope.
The rope is flimsy but conveys a blurry array of colours,
Strung around my neck; the circle of life, my faith.
A shower of shattered mirror pieces falls around my body,
I’m frozen, it nicks my skin; tears fall down my cheeks.
I cannot explain the feeling of paranoia, almost cocooned,
Through the glass its winter, I’m naked, trapped by lock and key.
Dreams are my escape into a distant realm of fun,
Imprisoned by my reality can this web be un-spun?
The man calls for me down a hallway, his face unknown,
He asks for his forgiveness and begs for my return,
I do not trust this place that he has brought unto me,
A cloud of smoke envelopes me, the fear sets in and can it be?
Is it a figment of my imagination, a lost soul or a ghost?
Asking for my help, my protector is afraid also.
Trapped together in this world of unjust, hate and silence,
Each tick of the clock reverberates through my body; there is no escape.
My clothes are lost into the dark, depths of the floor beneath me,
The hardened surface scratched by fingernails, those before me
If I just stop, relax and find my happy place
Everything will fall and reveal an empty space.
