i suffer from my silence i rejoice in voices heard when asked to speak i vacillate and cannot say a word he tells me do not falter do not wait until your turn it may not come – patience becomes a trait to be unlearned and so in haste i reach to speak … Continue reading chutzpah
love may come to bother and to wallow in the wind yet when one persuades another time travels to rescind is this a new formation of life with nothing in it or a commotion meant to stray if one lets one within it
Time is a demon Brought to bear The cloud above holds rain I look afar And ruminate A simpleton I see What has he done Where has he been A world he can’t explain Destiny Or foresight Controls his place to me If there goes he Then what must I Expect … Continue reading Time is a demon
I am the essence of belief The wisdom of design And in this haven cherish thee You are no-one’s if not mine Like a budding flower You bloom – you flourish (the simple things are so complex) And yet confused is simpler still I will not bow – I will not fold – … Continue reading I am the essence of belief
i walked the road to nowhere not knowing where to look whilst rooftop terrace by the pool heard silence from the throng i waited – waited – and some more bewildered (without leave) the road ahead a solemn black i had feared far too long and then it came – after event astonishment … Continue reading i walked the road to nowhere
When is on(e) one’s sole design when others leave the field what entices them to leave when sunshine stands to yield Could it be less than life itself could it be more than sure what comes of thee when running blind what lends one to want more Bring the budding (flow)er seen to bloom in … Continue reading When is on(e) one’s sole design
A darker scene one cannot bear A lighter mood in time A willow lends its leaves to thee To prosper life divine A brooder cannot bear to see A smile’s eyes conspire A window opens unto me To lift one from the mire A thunderstorm breaks cloudy sky The sunshine’s heat collects One door closed … Continue reading epithet
I was sitting In the corner Of a cafe in the city When I wondered whatsoever Would become of all the people With their chatter and their laughter They threw heads back with delight Except for this one man With no hair and a beard He stroked it maybe five times Like he was mulling … Continue reading in the corner of the cafe
I stand beside the shallow lake The water fading fast And hark back to times of yore – They seem so far apart They were days of laughter and of joy Replaced by solemn face Reflected as the water fades Distorted – fading grace The face I see is old and gaunt The face I … Continue reading the shallow lake
They had it all - but nothing as well (Unable to finish a single row) They had everything - and nothing to tell A little time lived a long while ago They had what they wanted but not what they saw (Desire reaps envy in all that they yearn) Avariciously craving for more than can … Continue reading Enough
