moving ...

ok my site has now moved to

http://www.deepintomyocean.webs.com

this blogspot will soon be deleted (not that anyone reads it though)

When i find you ...

the rushing, swirling wind
and the powerful, roaring seas
joined by the constant, battering rain
whipping off roofs, uprooting trees

the beautiful, fluffy clouds
joining a lovely, refreshing breeze
countryside stretching below
twittering birds and buzzing bees

that is where i find you Lord
in both your power and peace
i have no doubt about you then
that your love with ever cease

but when I'm lying here again
at the end of every day
sometimes i wonder where you are
...
you whisper "beside you, always to stay"

23.12.09

The rain ...

The splitter splatter and constant patter of the rain outside drew my numbed attention from the tedious work I'd been scribbling halfheartedly at. The sheer beauty of rain pulled me away from the half-filled dull paper and drew me to the window where i looked out on a world encased in drops.

I watched as they fell silently from the sky to make little pitter patter sounds different objects below. It was like music. Different pitches on different objects, some made small, almost inaudible twangs yet others made resounding clangs as the rain beat down upon them. All played by the best musician of all ... nature itself. Suddenly the drops started soaring down, faster and faster, harder and harder; soaking the dry, cracked earth, washing the dust from every crack, washing everything clean. Oh that it would wash me clean too! Wash all the work and stress from within me like it washes the dirt from every insignificant crack in every wall. That they would flow away like the turmulous wadis that crash and tumble away down the valleys, to sweep away everything negitive and crushing in my spirit.

Oh but i love the rain. There's something about it. It's full of contrasts. It's peaceful yet always causes chaos, it washes clean and fills up the parched land but never fills up the parched soul, it's weak in the little rounded drops that fall from the sky yet when accumilated in a river or wadi it can be a fierce Lion dragging away anything it it's path.



My mind drifted back to the present, to the world i was placed in, the world i live in now ... my life! Finally with all my regret i pulled myself sadly away from the window, the window into my paradise of dreaming, and sat down to that tedious work and those degected little pieces of paper. As i worked i still listened to the magical music of the pattering rain outside my window, calming me and ... always waiting for me.


22.12.09

Summertime memories

Written summer 2009: "Ahhh well i was bored so i sat on the bottom bunk staring out the window with the pad of paper infront of me. I thought of all my life that I'd left behind in Oman. It just seems more like a dream now. I tell people all about my life there and talk about my friends and school and all but the more i tell the further it seems away and the more it feels like a dream. The other day my mum asked if i remembered gonig to a certain place .... you know what?? I acctually thought i did but wasn't sure if it was a dream, memory or imagination! So this is for all you guys i love so much and miss ... "

Sand and dust
mountains and sea
big blue sky
accacia tree
busy roads
and dusty tracks
white mansion tall
little metal shack

but memories fade
they blur to grey
my life and home
are a world away

in my room
sitting at my desk
lying on my bed
what i loved best
in busy school
laughing with friends
sitting with him
work never ends

but memories fade
they blur to grey
my life and home
are a world away
they don't seem real
far and not near
but until i come home
I'll hold them dear

22.7.09

How i saw the world!

A blanket of endless black velvet stretches across the sky and muffles the earth; filling every nook and cranny with its soft, empowering darkness. Trees become looming black giants against the silky horizon; ever shifting their tangled and spindly limbs in the cool, whispering wind. Buildings lay silent yet ever watchful as centurions of the nightand offer safety to the vaunerable innhabitants within their towering walls. Shadows shift beneath pools of dull golden light emitting from lonely lamposts, reaching up into the velvet darkness. Creatures scuttle and creep through entangling hedgerows who lunge out to ensnare their prey. Yet despite all this, a soft and peaceful silence stretches over the land as the shimmering moon watches over her sleeping world. As the clouds blissully part; twinkling diamonds hang in the sky bringing hope to a dark, unsettled world. In the midst of this i stand, in love with the night...

3rd August 2009
Note: It was really hot in my room the other night so i opened the glass doors and stepped outside. Some people who know me well will know that i love the night, I'm not really scared of anything jumping out or anything. My wish is to one daybe allowed to walk for hours in the moonlight!! Seriously. Everyone thinks I'm weird when i tell them that. Like how i like walking round in the house if it's dark. Anyway so i went outside and litterally that's what i saw it like. Words just jumped and spun round my head as i looked out into the sleeping countryside. So yeh ...