Strength

True strength is
balance, control and direction.

Not just physical strength,
also mental strength.

I see packed out gyms,
full of weak people
trying to improve themselves.

You can seem to be very strong
when in a strong position,
but being strong in a position of weakness
is a true indication of strength.

Work on your weaknesses
to make yourself stronger.
Work on your strengths
to make yourself weaker.

2005 Stephen Miller

Believe in Something

Belief is God.

Without belief, nothing can be achieved.
Belief can keep you going, when it seems impossible to go on.

Belief is Religion.

With belief our dreams become reality.
Leaving us to dream new dreams.

Belief is Knowing.

Always remember that God may not exist,
but belief does.

2005 Stephen Miller

 

Natural Journey

Come golden electric chair
Take me through the corridor of trees
Up the gravel escalator
So I can gaze up at the stars
Through the sky
Connecting the dots
A kaleidoscope of pearls
The size of worlds
I receive light from the past
Fuelling my questions
For my imagination to answer
There's no right or wrong here

2005 Stephen Miller

Athtoid

In my bag,
a change of scenery,
to lift this weary place
that has displaced the cheery face
of the other day.

What a mucky-pup I am,
and I don't give a damn
about the mess in my talking,
the untidiness of my walking.

The way,
as they say, of the world
is that the physics are sometimes wrong.
Such a pity
when the words of a song don't rhyme,
but they don't have to rhyme all the time.

My words don't always rhyme
or even stay in time,
and my rhythm skips a beat
now and then.

Trees, wildflowers and birds and song
may not always line the scenery I hold.
But scenery I do hold,
it's not bare at all.

2006 Stephen Miller

Seaside

Salty sea
sucks the shore.
Succulent sun
shines the skin.
Scorching sand
slides and slips.
Sinking sky
slithers away south.
Solar sight
submerges so slowly.
Soothing sounds
seep into the soul.
Simple silly sports
soar the senses.

People are pouring;
travel and touring.

No need for fences,
nature can protect itself when it needs to.
Exploited for money,
poor people sell dark glasses to see through.
'You smoke, big man?'
please forgive us, we know not what we do.

2005 Stephen Miller

Child

Born without fear,
no prejudice to blind us
only light to find us.

Pure in blood,
no concept of power
or money to offer.

Innocent eyes,
see everything the same
with no need to place blame.

Alive with amazement,
discovering the world around
by no possessions bound.

Thin concepts of love and hate,
crawling contently on earth's surface
for education to deface.

2005 Stephen Miller

Dinner Dance

Dimmed lights welcome me,
into traditional feasting.
Anticipation,
of a jolly evening.
I am more comfortable this time.

Factory-line important males,
lounge in supremacy.
Hesitantly,
they engage me.
Ruby alcohol fuelled chat.

Dazzling fillies strut,
jewels amongst cogs.
Decorate,
a plain backdrop.
Softens the mood.

Royalty sits above,
the peasant majority.
Encouragement,
dished out to the deserving.
Warm fulfil ness.

2005 Stephen Miller

Found and Lost

She's leaving.
I know I want her, I know she wants me.
We clicked.
Want to break away with her, but don't know how.
Eyes locked.
Waiting for an opportunity, that never comes.
Gentle touch.
Aching to go with her, but I can't take the risk.
Glances swapped.
We'll stay in contact, until we move on.
Memories faded.
Her face was all I could see, I know it no more.
She's gone.

2005 Stephen Miller

Missing (Intangibles)

Turning over the stones in my brain,
looking for the keys to my dreams.
Scribble thoughts down with no spell check,
and the emotions come and go, a seesaw.

The future holds brittle new promises,
as faded projected images cloud my sleep,
black and white Polaroid memories provide consistent release.
Sometimes a smile is for show,
a natural smile is easy to know, it's not under control.

In the twilight of a working day, tired through laziness.
'How's your day been?'
New subject material is required, as evening tea is served.
People talk around me as I search for words.
The words that will make them weep, or leap;
nothing in-between.

My reflection is changing,
the coast is always changing.
You can't feel beautiful until someone tells you.
Do butterflies know they are beautiful?
Do they care at all?

2005 Stephen Miller

Matrix

Through my eyes I...
See the capsule of my world.
Orb shaped; grey and gold
with silver rim, filled with liquid metal.
Captured through sight with the barriers it beholds.

Through my eyes I...
Speak to myself without words.
Seeking another place beyond the pixels and fabric,
beneath material light.
Reflections of how things should be, bounce back to me.

Through my eyes I...
Live within a flickering screen,
wire connects me, passion without feeling.
Making love with exchange of text.
Artificial sensations, warm with green tinges.

Through my eyes I...
Witness dreams.
People say they can save us,
but behaviour is all that makes us.
Why do people try to change?
If only we could accept, what we see.

2005 Stephen Miller

Victims?

With my eyes closed, I see more.
Feels like dying, but then you live.
Starved of oxygen, feet first from birth.
Absent doctors, save time to delegate work.

What you see is what you get, a shallow diagnosis.
We breathe the same air, travel the same Earth.
We need each other, I give you hope and perspective.
You give me help and sympathy, neither of us want it.

The headlines say it all, this world aint fair
and they will stop and stare,
to take pity if you let them.
But don't you let them.

Spare a thought for the victims,
as they wallow in self pity.
Victims of a blind-in-sight society.

2005 Stephen Miller