The man looked in the mirror - It broke upon his glare He reached out and felt the shattered, scattered glass Bleeding heavily a hand touched his face And his glare revealed a stain That would not wash The hand was that of past tense Bearing its soul and mind Upon eternal now... But then … Continue reading the bloodstain
Solitude a leaf of gold - Company it's art - A picture frame of nature born to mould.
The muddied ball - An outburst borne - The grass becomes a lake
Nature spins the wheel of life Darkness breeds the sun Touch the joy abounding
the stairs were shallow the steps were lean (one - and then another) the mind (a-racing) - thoughts redeemed (will we be brought asunder) whilst avenues and highways close and floods impart affect under water - voices heard on high they doth reflect build a bridge - the water pump saves pathways from decline take … Continue reading worldly view
In this small world where we reside we keep our hopes and dreams alive Those past reach for what we strived laughing loudly where before we cried Our spirit serves - our chance foretold by the new age born to those of old Yet once old (italicised) one’s a number – bygone - wise Should … Continue reading small world
Fabrication fights the day One caught within their tall depleted Be thought not to cast aside The feelings brought by one’s desire In all one says one sees the light That senses life once soul has flown And all that’s left is cast aside To burn in embers raising fire Ask not what was or … Continue reading Better times
Is this the only life I’ll live To expand my view I sense a wry immortal soul That brings a world anew Or will I live beyond this world Extend to sight unseen And only then will I be blind To places I have been Or will I touch a trembled soul That shudders in … Continue reading Anew
Why do we accept at base What is shown to us in lies Is it because whilst on the screen It’s right before our eyes Are we so shallow not to ask If what we see is true Would we prefer to leave slow thought To someone more like ‘you’
I was thinking About something I’d forgotten Long before It wandered In my mind that morn’ Like it had been In store It came to pass I raised my glass And took a sip To say That everything And anything Would flow from it Today Reflected in – The glass revealed A woman’s Supple face … Continue reading Inner glow
