No season shows just how much things can change,
but also repeat, better than Autumn -
when the leaves of the trees change colour
and then detach from the branches
they have been clinging to,
and then spiral to the ground…
no season shows the true depths
of colour and light than the season
when pumpkins are harvested for Halloween
and “trick or treaters” of all ages
collect offerings of candy
as they venture around their neighbourhood…
no season shows what nature is capable of
like the days of the months
when every type of weather
can be witnessed and people
have to expect the unexpected…
no season shows just how much
magic there is to be found around the world,
as well as in universe,
than the nights when you can look up
and witness the spectacle of an aurora,
the close proximity of a comet as it races by,
a Full Moon in the sky,
or the sight of the constellations
whose stars appear to shine
brighter than they might seem to be
at any other time of the year
for all those who are celestially fascinated…
no season shows so many of the things
we all need in this life, but which
we all might sometimes take for granted -
which is why it is always important
to be thankful for what we have in our lives
and for those who we love…
no season shows us how much we have
in common with each other,
and how much we are capable of
understanding one another,
than the season when we all find ourselves
under the umbrella of what falls upon us
and what we choose to not be afraid of,
because we have faith that after a period
of time and transition we will be ready to face
what the future holds -
and there is no season to be enthralled by everything that is going on around us
than at the time of the fall of Autumn.
Poetry
My Poem “Dreams Come True”
As far back as I can remember,
I have always been a creator…
when I was younger,
I used to draw, I used to paint,
I used to use colour to express myself –
however, for some time now
I have used words and language
to paint a picture within someone’s mind
of what I see, what I believe, what I think about,
and what excites my imagination in such a way
that I am inspired to write about something
that I have never written before.
As far back as my memory goes,
I have always been someone who
can never stop asking questions
and looking for answers that I know
are there to be found –
like a detective, I have always believed
that if you keep going then every day
you will discover something new
that will further unveil a new layer
to life’s endless possibilities,
mysteries, secrets, and stories.
When I was younger,
I always gravitated towards,
and I was always spellbound by,
the characters that I saw in films and TV shows,
as well the songs that I heard on the radio
that all seemed to be conveying something
deep and profound about the human experience
that made me feel something akin to a spiritual awakening:
because what I saw, and what I heard,
touched and implanted something inside of me
that would take years to grow into
whatever it is that sustains me
and never stops inspiring me.
As far back as I can tell -
though I was not always as gifted
as I am these days at grasping the reasons
why things happen and why people do what they do –
I have always believed that
the best things in life are always
the things that make us happy
and fill us with joy and love,
and if we are lucky enough
to one day find certain people in the world
who are willing to take a chance on us,
and give us a little bit of their time,
to show them who we are
and what makes us different
from everyone else,
then anything is possible,
anything can happen,
and anything that can be imagined
can be made real and can change the way
that people perceive the world,
as well as the universe.
When I was a child, everything –
time in particular –
seemed to take forever to change;
however, these days it feels like
every moment seems to fly by
and I don’t get enough time
to take something for what it is,
or what it could be,
and see where it takes me,
because there is always
something else to do,
somewhere else to be,
and there is always news of someone else
who was there one minute
but who seemingly, in the blink of an eye,
left us without a word for the world to come.
As far back as any of us
can go back in our thoughts,
and as far back as any of us can sometimes
see echoes of what we have done,
where we have been,
and who we have known throughout our lives,
there is nothing that is more important, significant,
nor a more powerful part of our existence
than the fact that we get to live
and we are free to do
whatever we choose
with what we are gifted with
to make up our own minds about
what we want our future to be
and what we need to do to make
our words and our dreams come true.
My Poem “Life Will Always Find A Way”
Earth - our planet, our world, our home -
was once unlike what it is now:
it was barren, it was dry, it was lifeless;
however, then celestial snowballs
fell from above with the gift of frozen water
that eventually melted and gave rise to
the first droplets of water that would
ultimately lead to the first oceans,
and over billions of years our world
slowly became the oasis of life that it is today.
Earth was once like so many of the other planets
that still orbit around their stars
all across the galaxy and the universe -
just waiting for that spark of energy
and outside inspiration that is sometimes needed
to transform something, somewhere,
into a version of itself that it could not have been
had fate not decided to lend a divine hand
and alter the way of life of an entire world
in more ways than could ever be known.
Earth has always been a testbed
and a natural laboratory for the many
and varied possibilities of life
that may develop upon a planet
if the conditions are just right,
and if a species does not choose
the road of mutual self-annihilation
instead of the road of mutual cooperation.
Earth has always been in a state of constant of change
since birth of the universe –
when its individual components
were still disparate from one another,
and before the coalescence of gas and energy
that eventually ignited and became the star
at the centre of our solar system
that we call The Sun,
and before the gravity of the brightest light in our sky
influenced its surroundings in such a way
that spheres of gas and rock grew over time -
and over the course of time that
the universe has existed and has continued to expand
beyond the biggest of bangs there has ever been,
nothing has happened that could ever have been predicted:
including life itself, because for there to be life
there must also be chance,
there must be the roll of a cosmic dice,
there must be things both seen and unseen,
and there must be chemistry and experimentation.
Earth has no master, no ruler, nothing and no one
who can claim it as their own,
because Earth is a living organism in its own right
as well as a welcome habitat for those who respect it
as well as see and understand
that it is more than a spinning ball of rock -
because Earth has a history
and still has a story to tell about itself
from a time before life began upon it.
Earth has naturally been visited
by other galactic neighbours of ours,
and perhaps humanity is the end result of
someone or something who wanted to see
what might happen to a world
if a species were given the building blocks
to slow evolve and develop themselves
and their environment in such a way that one day,
when their creator returned to see what they did
with the epic gift of life that they were given,
they might have an idea and an answer
to the question of meaning that drives
so many to believe in things
and to do things that could not have been
envisioned by those who were there
in the beginning.
Earth has harboured many secrets since its formation,
and since the inception of mankind
Earth and humanity have lived
in harmony with each other, for the most part;
however people have done harm
as well as good to our world over the centuries,
and I believe that we have only
just scratched the surface of what we need to do
and who we as a partner to our planet need to be
in order for us to continue to live and thrive
as we have been for so long now –
and even though our connection
and our integration with the technology
that we have developed has gotten closer,
and will no doubt continue to,
over time there will always be
those of us who will always believe
and will always know that
there will never be a more symbiotic relationship
between anything and anyone
than humanities unbreakable tether to Earth
and Earth’s unending privilege to be
where life began,
where life was given everything
it could ever want
or need to become anything,
and where, no matter what,
life will always finds a way.
My Poem “Adios”
It could be argued that there is
no good way to say goodbye,
which is why some people
choose to never say goodbye -
but goodbyes are a natural aspect of life,
because everything one day comes to an end…
sometimes when you think you have said
your last goodbye to someone or to something,
because you think you will never see them again,
you ultimately find yourself somewhere
that you unexpectedly cross paths with
a person or a thing that you had
lost contact with a long time ago -
but, most of the time, moments
of reunion are brief and temporary for a reason…
the passage of time changes how people see one another,
and over time some people grow farther and father apart -
until, one day, two people who used to be
as close as could be turn into
becoming strangers to each other,
and the cracks that divide them deepen…
it can be something as big
and as hurtful as an affair,
or as small, but just as impactful,
as a look in someone’s eye,
or the fact that two people
can no longer communicate with one another,
that can bring a relationship to a point
when enough is enough
and both parties agree that
what they once had is over -
and perhaps had been for some time…
there are many things that can
put a strain on any relationship -
finances, security, or something else
that can be harder to define;
however, when trust has been lost by two people
there is no going back
and there is no hope of finding a solution
for the problem that has been found
which has slowly led to things becoming worse
and irreversible for many reasons…
knowing when to say goodbye is not easy,
nor can you ever predict when it will be necessary
for you to try leave someone behind;
but there does come a time
when the best time to do what must be done
is somewhat decided for you
and waiting for you to embrace it
and do with it what you will without any fuss…
I have never liked saying goodbye,
but the older I get the more I feel
that some people take other people
more and more for granted
and so naturally that the phrase “I’m sorry”
is no longer a part of their vocabulary -
so, when that happens, my advice is
not to fight the inevitable,
and politely say “thank you for your time”
before saying a silent “adios”.
My Poem “The Waiting Room”
Every now and again,
each and every one of us
find ourselves somewhere
having to wait to do something,
somewhere we have to wait to see someone,
and every time we do there are always
certain things that we come to expect to find:
other people who are also waiting;
perhaps some music playing in the background;
some refreshments;
some reading material;
as well as a clock to tell us
how long we have to wait
and how long we have been waiting,
which always seems to move slower
than we want it to…
every now and again,
each and every one us
find ourselves somewhere,
alongside people we don’t know,
who we talk to, and who talk to us,
when the silence between us
becomes too unbearable -
most of the time in an attempt
to make “small talk”
and to fill the void that is present
throughout every experience
of having to pass the time of anticipation
within the walls of a waiting room.
My Poem “Sounds and Voices”
There are some sounds
and there are some voices
that for some reason
always stand out
above all others…
there are some sounds
and there are some voices that,
when we hear them,
are immediately able to transport us
within our minds to a particular place
and to a particular time…
there are some sounds
and there are some voices
that are like music to our ears,
because we can hear within
some sounds and some voices
something akin to magic -
because what we hear
can make us feel something
that we might not have felt before,
or remind us of what we once felt
at a point in our lives that seems
a long time ago, and far away from
where we now finds ourselves…
there are some sounds
and there are some voices
that are so unique and so timeless
that any imitation of them
could never hope to capture
why some sounds and some voices
will resonate in the same way
that they always will.
Composers have their own way of composing…
musicians have their preferred instrument
and their favourite style of playing…
singers have their own way of singing…
actors have their own method
when they are acting…
artists have their own process
when they are creating…
writers have their own reasons
why they write what they write,
as well as when and where they write -
and most of the time their ideas about
what they write about
seem to come to them
as if from out of nowhere,
as well as being a combination of
both the familiar and the new,
as if being repeated, remixed,
and remade from a different point of view.
Some sounds and some voices
stay with us all our lives…
some sounds and some voices never change,
even as we grow older…
some sounds and some voices
last longer than others
because they have something about them
that says more about their source
that can be definitively described…
some sounds and some voices
we return to time and again
because they fill us with joy,
happiness, hope, echoes of memories,
love, and experiences,
as well as recollections
of times of sadness, loss, grief,
and wishes that we could
return to somewhere,
to once again be with someone,
because we would give anything
to have more time to say
what we wish we had said
when we had the time to say it,
because there are some sounds
and there are some voices
that we could never forget.
I’ll Meet You At The Lighthouse – Out Now!

My new book ‘I’ll Meet You At The Lighthouse’ is out now and available to purchase from Amazon in hardback, in paperback, and as an ebook for Kindle: https://amzn.eu/d/belWXTy
I’ll Meet You At The Lighthouse is the story of two best friends and soulmates, whose love for one another is tested to its limits, and whose one of a kind connection ultimately takes them both on a journey to somewhere beyond the horizon. However, nothing and no one can stop them both from fulfilling their life-long promise to one another: to meet each other at The Lighthouse.
Watch me talking about I’ll Meet You At The Lighthouse on YouTube:
And listen to me talk about I’ll Meet You At The Lighthouse on a Special Publication Day episode of my podcast, Mark The Poet – The Podcast, in which I talk about the origins of my new book, its characters, and some of the themes that run through it from beginning to end:
My Poem “The Music of The Midnight”
I can still remember driving together,
while listening to the music of The Midnight,
down the dark highways
illuminated only by the halo of the Full Moon
and the glow of the streetlights…
I can still remember how happy I felt,
I can still remember never wanting
our time together to end;
but then, before I knew it, we arrived
at the moment that we both knew
was always going to happen:
the moment when we would kiss each other
for the last time before we
both went our separate ways…
I can still remember the tears that I cried,
I can still remember wishing that what we had
could go on and never end -
but I had known from the moment that we met
that one day you and I would no longer be
lovers, nor would we be friends,
because that is exactly what you
told me from the start
but for some reason, back then,
I chose not to listen…
I can still remember thinking
that I would never see you again -
and all these years later it turns out I was right…
I can still remember seeing your face for the last time
before you disappeared from view
and returned to the shadows -
as if you had always only been a dream of mine
that was only meant to last for a short time…
I can still remember you telling me
that we were no more,
because you had already moved on from us…
I can still remember how calm you seemed -
as if what was happening had always been
the end result of some kind
of a plan or a game
that you had orchestrated, which,
in the end, you would be the only winner of,
because, even from the start,
you knew that you could manipulate
people in such a way that for you
there would never be a cost…
I can still remember going to bed,
but unable to sleep -
because all I could think about
was what went wrong,
the movie that we had gone to see that evening,
the doomed love that I still felt,
as well as the sound of our beating hearts
that once beat in time with one another,
but which now beat to a completely different rhythm -
and even to this day, I can still remember how sad
and how lost I felt after we said goodbye,
and how bittersweet the song that played
as we left each other forever sounded
as it ingrained itself into my soul
and became the soundtrack
of the music of the midnight.
My Poem “Big Days”
Over the course of our lives,
each and every one of us
have days of significance
that we know will have an impact on
us
and will influence us
in ways that we may not know
until a long time after the fact:
our first day of school;
the first time we fall in love;
our first day of college or university;
the first time our heart is broken;
our first day at our first job;
the first time we lose someone close to us;
our first day behind the wheel of our first car;
the first time we find someone
we want to spend the rest of our lives with;
the first time we look into the eyes of our first child
and we see the most perfect thing
that we have ever seen -
and after every instance that we find ourselves
at a moment that feels
special and life-changing,
there are never enough words
capable of expressing just how much
they mean to us…
as we grow and as we learn who we are,
what we want to do,
and where we want to be,
we all feel as if something
or someone is whispering in our ear
and telling us that the path
that we have embarked upon
will be full twist and turns,
ups and downs -
but along the way certain pieces
of the puzzle of our lives
will fall into place and reveal a hint to the secret,
as well as an answer to the question
that everybody finds themselves asking:
“Who am I? And where am I going?”
Over the course of our lives,
as weeks turn into months,
as months turn into years,
as we transition from youth to old age,
everybody experiences the sensation of time
speeding up, flashing before our eyes,
and almost leaving us all in a daze -
because there are so many things that happen,
there are so many first times
and there are so many last times
that we all have throughout our lives
that we never forget about,
because they remind us of who we are,
where we were, and how much of our lives
we have seen change
because of a series of important,
and always necessary, “big days”.
My Poem “Never Say Never”
Once a way has been forged,
once a passage has been traversed,
once steps have been taken
and breadcrumbs have been left,
once a feeling has been captured
and something special has been
preserved is some way -
like “lightning in a bottle” -
the world and people
are never the same again,
because the hand of God,
or the song of The Muse,
has made their intentions clear
that what has been set into motion
must happen and will happen no matter what…
once something has been created,
it’s energy cannot undone -
but what something was in the beginning can,
will, and does, change over time
until what something once was
has become something else,
even beyond the initial spark of its creator…
once you start something you know
from the get go is worth undertaking,
whatever something is meant to be
it will ultimately be -
whether that is a piece of art,
a story, a piece of furniture,
a meal, or perhaps a relationship,
if something is supposed to be
a certain way it will find a way
to influence its manifestation
and become a tangible part of the world…
once a person makes a decision to put pen to paper,
or choose to stop what they have been doing
and make a u-turn back through
where they have been before
but now with a new perspective,
then a new reality that never existed previously
always follows as a result -
like uncorking a bottle of champagne
and watching the force of the bubbles within
explode and stream like the engine of a jet…
once in a while, something unexpected happens
that turns out to be the catalyst
that causes the first of many pulses of light,
heat, inspiration, and intensity
that will only grow brighter, hotter,
bigger, and more overwhelming
the more that they are allowed to grow
beyond the place from which the seed
of what they were was planted,
before whatever something
becomes what it is fated to be…
once you start to think you will never do
what you used to do,
once you start to say that you will never
see someone ever again,
once you start to believe that something
is gone and unable to return to how it used to be,
once you start to wonder whether
you have really seen, heard, tasted,
and felt everything that you ever could,
the one that has one hand
on the steering wheel of the universe
and one foot hovering over both
the break and the accelerator
that dictates the velocity of
what is going to happen and when
will do what they do
and remind us all in big ways and in small ways
why it is always dangerous to
“never say never”.
