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
Freedom stood upon the mountain top to view the rising sun That day he felt happy walking tall and straight The sun brought warmth to the travails of his fight A fight he’d surely ne’er for granted take Freedom looked down upon the villagers Within their village many roamed carefree But unlike Freedom they were unaware What they … Continue reading Freedom II
Black, white or brindle - oh, what do I care All living together - we breathe the same air Now old men with money raise protests with cunning What of the outcome? Down the barrel we stare Down the barrel we stare yet cannot see a thing Except for the throng - danger in story … Continue reading down the barrel
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
Regret and hope mean nought compared to now – for now I’ll stay in Epicurus’ Garden – to quench – to slake to cure as one grows old - to tarry for a good life here foretold.
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
I was standing On the station I had nothing left to say – When the sunshine Turned to darkness And the shadow lost its way – I looked beyond To find it And over my shoulder gently – He pressed the button Took the stairs instead And then he disappeared – There was a rock … Continue reading the station
I was sitting by the window of a cafe near the harbour when I heard an old curmudgeon with a cane walk through the door He was stilted – he looked tired as he uttered to a woman with eternal youth – (desirous) – in a sundress and high heels They sat – he kept … Continue reading observation
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