A collection of 30 poems from poet Mark Conway. These are amoung the first poems he wrote in a jouney of development. A book for anyone trying to make sense of the world and being able to make a difference. Many of the poems are focused on the struggle of helping others vs the individual and thier emotions. This collection is the 1st in a series of collections. This one is titled 'Beginning'.
Here's a sample for you - The Colours
I love the colour of your eyes…
They are like ripples of dark in light subdued waters, like a grasp of emotion floating through the desert. Feelings of freedom, alive…
Looking for love, within the crystals in my tears… within my heart of so many fears. You ask me what I am searching for…
My answer is you, because yet in my journeys of hope I have not found.
My fingertips, may find sadness. As we touch, my truth is lost in the maze of my fingerprints. My truth cannot escape and sadness grows…
For when I open my mouth, thie love is scared, as your eyes see no more than a fool sat here next to you.
Beauty grows on trees, but you are beauties roots, whom challenges truth and grow so deep, as to bond all the worlds divides and tear evil apart.
I refer to my heart… I am not mistaking you as someone else in my thoughtless ways.
I love the colour of your eyes…
‘Couldn’t do nothing… fighting instead, but yet she is dead. A sod of grass that drops due to the lack of life’
