Wednesday, 27 November 2013

Love For All Life

Love for life, life is sacred,
Born with nothing we leave naked,
Why is sufferance an utterance of god?
As everything is relative, we would always find fault,
Your lot of love and suffering is given,
Taken with thanks as the price can be high,
And as you die your last breath is a sigh,
A sigh of love or a sigh of despair,
Do you care enough to follow nature’s laws?
Sometimes written, sometimes spoken, always known,
How you find your goodness and your definition of its sum?
To you may not come the answer,
But seek it you must,
For to entrust in a fate that should be kind to you,
Can be a hope that will not flower after your demise?
Do not lie to yourself or hide yourself from judgement,
A decision thats source varies as we do,
You will do as you feel,
Can your mind be a resource for good action?
Only one person can make a decision,
If you learn your lesson then a fate of all of us is closure that although remote may be attained.

A Final Flight

As the tides are drawn upward by the moon,
I look up toward its surface,
Its bulk draws me upward,
And this force will suffice,
To aid my wings in their labour.

As the clouds swirl all around me,
And around me their hands do smother,
I break through their enveloping tendrils,
As they give up their cover.

Passing ever upward,
The horizon bows at my height,
As the blue falls behind,
As the darkness falls,
I pause.

All the stars are laid before me,
A blanket, sewn together, at its edges,
And within my vision,
Lies all, that ever has been,
Produced in the existence I live in.

The moon, I see as my Heaven,
It calls to me and yearns for my company,
So I propel myself forth,
With light filling my sails,
From a source that never fails.

Craters that exist become larger,
Others are born and grow,
Mountains cast shades,
I begin to slow,
To prevent my arrival into darkness.

As my goal blinks into darkness,
The edge, still is lit, in the distance,
To avoid the night,
To catch up the light,
Of its edge, I keep sight,
To the light, I give flight.

Below me a forced dawn is occurring,
As its brilliance dazzles my eyes,
Toward my new companion I am drawing,
Through his landscape am soaring,
And with glee in the meeting,
The moment seems fleeting,
But so finally content am I.

Saturday, 10 August 2013


The future of this world,
And that of mankind,
I think you’ll find,
Are intertwined,
Open your eyes,
Don’t be blind,
Like a trunk/coffin,
Your future is lined,
With the dead,
You’ll be lead,
To your death,
Just leave your life delayed by thread,
If you look far ahead,
Don’t instead,
For into the future your heart has bled.
Yes in the future,
Your heart will bleed,
But don’t mislead your steed,
Cos indeed He’ll be freed,
And He’ll lead,
You away,
Don’t you sway,
Enter the fray,
And stay,
Within the melee,
Don’t play.
With your life,
Don’t live by the knife,
Deal with the pain of strife,
Solve your problems,
With the strength of your arm,
Deliver your charm,
To the masses,
That’s where the cash is,
Do not alienate your fate,
Or put too big a serving on your plate,
When you look at your mind,
At its state,
Try to contemplate,
And only retaliate,
When it’s needed,
Establish what your breed is,
Reproduction holds the key,
Don’t waste your energy,
Just perambulate,
In the same direction as me,
Do not perforate,
You can have your cake,
Just claim your stake,
And consolidate all (that) you gestate,
To acquire the skills to make your life great.


I die with hope in my heart,
A knowing, a seeing of something known to many,
To all will we look,
Watching the kindness unfold fills my hope,
and my despair asks for balance,
But it is possible,
We know it,
A limited love is building our future,
We need it so?
Will we need it forth?
Can I not be a burden?
I try and yet the trying grows longer,
As it grows shorter.

How can an upper morph into a fall,
A falseness of feeling change,
Overwhelmingness awry,
Back to the hoping, the knowing,
Do we see??

It is coming,
What do we feel of it?
What is it,
What will be made of…