Time – it ticked – again – again And stroked the hand of sorrow I may be here today she said – But will I be tomorrow Will it come – should I wait And part with dreams to please Your sentiment of heartfelt grief – I shan’t – I will not ease Ergo time … Continue reading time it ticked again again
She lay awake and looked above Her hand reaching for the sky She touched the ceiling – broke the glass And knew that she could fly She lay awake and felt a rope Tie her arms together And as she tried to wrestle free Her arms were soon untethered She pushed the sheet above her … Continue reading she lay awake
Sweet Nothing lived for ‘morrow Plenty lived today And when she saw him walking Dressed in scarlet – she in gray She’d whisper to the children And fly above the sky And flap her wings and shudder And stay up past bed-time She’d deplore the clouds with rain So thunder felt distraught And offer words … Continue reading Sweet Nothing
Although departed – enshrined to thee With thimble and with thumb To leave complete would dim the light And turn each other numb Although immersed in deepest sea I’m anchored in your ocean – Protagonists will lose the war And pacifists – devotion
The road walked I Its name Frustration – A panoply of pain And strolled all day The avenue – Of subterfuge and strain Anxiety drove untoward – The palisade of mourning Wanton disregard sustained Via gambolling and cuckolding The chariot perambulates Pray – blessed with new Beginning A world discovered Unto thee – to lose … Continue reading the road walked I
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
Warm is a log fire Soft is milk with cream Gentle is a butterfly’s broad wings
No longer do I travel far Or shed the world I stood to view No longer do I move outside The land I yearned and crooned and streamed No longer do I love for sake (True love found in inner feeling) No longer do I seek success Or look to sunshine’s inner glow For it … Continue reading Angst
I was sleeping on a park-bench When I saw a man approach me He was weary – I felt tired He had grey hair – I a beard What say you; said the man – Now awakened – we were smiling Suddenly he seemed to be Clean-shaven (just like me) Dumbfounded, I said nothing Quizzical, … Continue reading My avenue of good
