If I had the choice of life or death Of course I would choose life For all its fettered foibles Its chaos and its strife I’d choose it for the other Would assemble me before The unknown perfidy of gloom Like sullen days of yore I’d choose it for its smile Under skies … Continue reading If I had the choice of life or death
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
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
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 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
The motto of the afternoon Is daylight through the wind Where others who need to absolve And build a love within Within itself – where solitude Is clearer than the day And yet – when night-time lends itself It’s more than what’s portrayed In mirror – one’s reflection sought Is hindsight in one’s soul That … Continue reading Young men
If we cannot revere the soul That flutters in the wind One may never see themselves In essence or within Yet within may come and go As lovers pass one by And delve into the utter depths Of castles in the sky And from the sky one looks below To a caper yet to play … Continue reading thrive
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.
My willow wept for many souls That could not speak or reach To heaven’s hand - a sight (unseen) Yet let it be beseeched The bird spoke of a morning Overwhelmed – (so many thought) And when it woke the sunshine burnt The few (by heart) - they caught The few (by heart) they caught … Continue reading what matters
If life for nought is thought to be I offer ‘no’ as answer thus My every avenue will see A happy trail yet to void What to think of those who say Beyond this is nothing more What to feel for those who pray Be better yet in heaven’s gate The gate is open – … Continue reading in time in time
