Poems

Forever

Calm, water gently lapping the shores of reality in a soothing effort to soften the harsh edges.
It sings songs of civilisations lost in the deep,
Talking of secrets buried by man out of power and greed.

Yet the water does not rise in natures anger, it cares not of the exploits of man on the planet it once owned.
It forever carries on its graceful lapping with a slow sadness that speaks of the downfall of man.

Riddle

A feeling from the past in reflected introspection,
Comes again but cast in disguised misdirection.
Certain as it may seem, a player in your fate,
Dancing shadows fly, dissolving in their wake.

Crystal Tears

You know how it feels she says staring at the wall,
The wonder of Earth's cold air passing as you fall,
Never to be forced and punished into mirrored hell,
Reality and social grace the Lord's forgotten spell.

Not to be rude I do reply, but can't you see the signs?
A white rose dies, petals fall; humanity condemns the Divine.
It weeps with its crystal tears, flooding the Earth with sorrow,
But offers no redemption for the killers of tomorrow.

Her head bows down low, somehow mocking the sweetness of mourning,
Unable to express her devotion to a concept alien in telling.
I have to offer allegiance she says, heart aching in passionate fever,
But my daughter cries your crystal tears, screams against this soul redeemer.

Her words echo infinite deafening in my ears, silent pleas, silent pleas,
Never spoken in her fear; crouched offensive on her knees.

As the flames tear through my flesh I see joyous life and past,
The gift of light, creation and breath destroyed in a single blast.

Rain

I dream of being free, to feel the freshness of nature’s breath when the wind blows and escaping the mindless constriction of society.

I dream of being pure, like the colourless drops of rain fresh with dew drop reflections and another day’s promises.

I dream of being in love, when it’s is returned with equal passion as would a midsummer night’s dream make.

I dream of echoed peace to sing with the dusk birds of the coolness of the night and summer rain to speak within my soul and to invite the cool breeze of fire blow.

Greed and Goodness

Do you ever find yourself at odds with creation? 

With dreams of fulfilment and a grievance with said artiste?

It seems to be like the human race has made a mistake by forging ahead with ye oh so indestructible scattering of mammals.

On we plod governed by greed and goodness, unaware that they inevitably lead to the same act of self-preservation. This is not a personal goal but that of a whole race of bastard children that chokes the planet’s surface

Maybe soon it will be no more and the human race will be extinguished like the death of a firefly observed by the chosen few in a sky of bright stars.

Passage of a Cynic

For some of us life is a constant struggle to rediscover the innocence of childhood, to escape from the money driven rat race we have been born into.

The search seems endless in which relief and a quiet mind are just one step in the distance that we can never seem to reach.

Slowly we find ourselves disgusted with the world we saw through rose tinted grandeur.  It appears not to be a land of plenty, but a cut throat battle for purpose and social standing.

For most of you this meaning has little consequence as you fall down the waterfall of society safe in the knowledge that individuality as a whole is unimportant.

A trip in the countryside speaks of calm and sanctuary but the child inside will sigh as life struggles on;  owing to the unconscious wiring of man-made veins riddling our bodies.