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
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
Once a scare becomes a fright And man reacts as one Folly breeds more folly And amok will folly run I see therefore it must be true A knowledge base for thought Faster faster it impedes To question is a rationale Practiced by the few As reason loses out to fear And slow thought loses … Continue reading Folly
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
Whenever fools may run amok A thought-provoking tune Comes to mind under the sun That blends into the moon What matters if not love my dear Enigmatically we seek Can there be doubt that enmity Creates a challenge to beseech Through all the years I live this earth And rustle and resile Me – myself … Continue reading No matter where the sunset falls
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
