Wednesday, 25 August 2010

New Start

Hello all,

to all of you that care, (and those that don't but have somehow ended up on this page) I am in the process of channeling my musical creativity. I will be posting up a series of YouTube videos that will mostly be covers and maybe a few of my own songs too!

I would greatly appreciate any feedback or comments that are constructive!

Stay tuned and read my blog for poems, and news on whats to come.

Cheers :)

Shiv

xoxo

Friday, 7 May 2010

Raised to be a Tree


Grown in a greenhouse,

Raised to be a tree.

Confined in this glass prison,

Needing to be free

Although I have everything I could need or want my leaves are not green

My roots are not deep and my heart is not clean.

Nourished and maintained height and width is added each day.

Pruned and groomed, forced in this place to stay.

Grown in a greenhouse,

Raised to be a tree.

Confined in this glass prison,

Needing to be free

I break away from my confinement and solitude,

Break away from my forest family only to be wooed,

By the freshness of outside air and its variety

Longing to become a part of my own individual society.

No tree is an island.

Written by Siobhan Hendricks

Hour Hand


My hand is an hour glass and the sand is slipping through,

Not into another chamber but away from me.

Some on the ground,

Some blown in the wind,

Some grains even hit my shoe.

As I watch the times pass and slip through my fingers

And sand particles float away, I realise that unlike a true hour glass these grains will be lost forever,

Lost time.

If I could chase the wind I would, but who can chase the wind?

If my fingers could grasp the specs on the ground I’d try to salvage what is left of what I have wasted.

It is useless, a wasted effort.

Time is destined to pass,

And my hands where never made to hold onto time,

So I must learn to let go, and to walk with this cargo.

For if I do not, I will spend my whole life watching each grain slip through my finger tips,

Into the wind,

Onto the ground,

Gone.


Written By Siobhan Hendricks

Tuesday, 30 March 2010

I am Yours




I'm yours
he said precisely,
I'm yours
he said inside me,
Stroking my hair
tickling my feet,
Looking so good
tasting so sweet.

Your mine
I said inside me,
Your mine
I hope that he don't find me
Loving him hard
heart struggles to beat,
Captive in his arms
suppressing the heat.

I'm his
his conscious is unaware,
only body knows the truth that lies within me.
The eyes of his mind are blind to it,
blind to the fact that,
I am yours and you are mine.


Tuesday, 23 March 2010

Moonlit


Walking towards your face

highlighted by the moon light

glistening with your wine rich glow

Drunk on the smell of you,

Drunk on the sight of you,

the power of you travelling from head to toe.

My body reaching out towards you,

as if I were made of hands

Anticipating the blissful fury of your love

Fragile at the thought of you

Fragile at the sight of you

Your presence travels closer to me like a dove.

Tell me where would I go if I were not here?

Tell me where would you go if not travelling towards me?

What brought you to me?

And, will I reach you in time?

Reaching closer to you now

I’m tempted to break into a run

Breathing in air thick with your scent

Dancing at the hope of you

Dancing at the sight of you

Onwards to your royal, statuesque form I went.

Standing directly into of you

Taking in the view

Excited that in just a few moments you will be mine

Swaying to the beat of you

Swaying to the touch of you

Trapped in Love, trapped in your heavenly shrine.


Wisdom Tooth


I’m gonna use my wisdom tooth.

I’m gonna use it to speak some wisdom into this poem,

Use it to bite a whole out of my stupid tongue,

Use it to chip my foolish tooth.


I’m gonna use my wisdom tooth,

I’m gonna fight the pain,

Break through the barriers,

Hitting a vain.


I’m gonna use my common sense in an uncommon degree,

No longer dwelling on the thoughts of other men,

But thoughts of my own.


I’m gonna use my common tooth in an uncommon degree,

No longer dwelling on the swelling or crowding of my mouth,

But using its support to crush even the toughest meat.


I’m gonna brush my wisdom tooth,

Clear all the grime.

All the years of tarnish,

All the years I cried.

All the pain cleansed from my mouth,

All the secrets gone.


I’m gonna brush my wisdom tooth,

Clean all the dirt,

All the plaque of life scrubbed away and rinsed out of my mouth.

I’m gonna let the white enamel shine through and enhance my beautiful smile.

Deeper into the Heart of Me


Into the heart of Lady, deeper and deeper I go

Seeking to know what makes me,

What makes me Woman so.

How I can grow and develop into that shining queen,

Without losing that girly gleem.


Into the heart of nature, deeper and deeper I go

Exploring the woods and oceans of life,

Walking to valleys low.

Climbing the Rocky Mountains that tone my thighs,

Pausing at an alcove for a moments rest.


Into the heart of Lover, deeper and deeper I go.

Desiring to find the secret to Loves endless flow.

Wondering where I’ll find him and how he’ll find me too,

And if I will be ready,

If I will know what is in the heart of Love.

Into the heart of Maker, deeper and deeper I go.

Hungering for His presence,

For his wisdom to know,

How I should live to please him,

How I can be my best.

He saved my soul,

He made me whole,

So, deeper and deeper I go.