Changeling
5 May 2017
Earth morphing
Other kind remits
Dimmed the wits
Stilled the fits
Glory that bore us outfits
Of soul that befits
Arm in sling
The cast a dire strait
We await
Like weak bait
Hooked on the glitter-filled weight
Uncanny the gait
Changeling
Renewed the instinct
Eye that winked
Man extinct
Crawling the meek escaped brink
Edge where might will sink
Reading of the poem:
Paper Lungs, Broken Bones – As Seas Exhale
The fools follow lies
1 January 2017
Undeterred
Blinded hatred herd
Pushing through
Wars of faith
Warlords faithless brink masters
Pushing to blisters
Consensus
A brief bleak respite
Nature’s call
Angels fall
Instincts of the animal
Woven in mammal
Prime life thoughts
Rhyme forget me nots
Prayers meek
Cathedrals
Art of taking to the peak
Mistakes that they seek
All is spent
Pennies and heaven
Pains in souls
Underwent
Momentary bridled lamp
The blind back to camp
Treasure map
Splitting in four squares
Hidden wolves
Prepare lairs
In the message look for ark
Brittle noise their bark
Orders tight
Like my bosom’s breath
Impending
Lifelike death
The wise point to the blue skies
The fools follow lies
Reading of the poem:
Warlords – Audiomachine
Wars of Faith – Audiomachine
When it all falls down – Audiomachine
Being Alive – Audiomachine
Unfinished Life – Audiomachine
Final Hope – Audiomachine
The web grows
July 1, 2016
The forbidden
Lies in reprisal
Of instinct
Gut feeling
Sending our senses reeling
Into dark recess
We sink fast
Into bad habits
Compressed fears
Compelling
Our minds fill with convenience
Putting up pretence
Our love life
Made of fear of strife
Square models
Thought patterns
Conformity our mind yearns
Being like others
Life smothers
When lived in inches
The will dead
Like the Heart
Compromise our daily bread
Look to Love instead
Communication
The only wise choice
Bed-ridden
We then voice
What could have been said before
When chance knocks no more
Angels’ traits
Slowly dissolving
The web grows
Rarely shows
The chains around revolving
Graveyards, build of straits
Reading of the poem:
Love show – Morcheeba
Otherwise – Morcheeba
The Sea – Morcheeba
Will you miss me when I’m gone ?
25 August 2015
Shades of us shone bright
Articulate dark on lights
Playing with eyesight
Century split half
Moving toward our shadow
A bright future lit
What happened behind?
Hindsight now failed me always
As did memories
Arms spread out seeking
I had searched for you all days
A lifetime thus spent
Seeing you never
Though my being you pervade
Etched in all my thoughts
Sun-kissed paths we trod
Walking towards each other
Blindfolded and mute
No touch did we need
Imprints in our very soul
Spoke more than could flesh
You gazed upon me
Seeing me best with mind’s eye
As I perceived you
Abandoned to you
My soul kept for your soul watch
You knew as did I
Time would take its toll
On our hearts that beat tireless
As tunes in ears rang
The World disappeared
No loss would I ever fear
Our Love infused all
Words locked in embrace
A blessed recognition
We held on steadfast
Time flew relentless
Stars opposed but move on
Bow to depths we hold
Careening through Time
Like dances of Golden Age
That all hurt soothes
This body fails me
Though soul keeps it standing still
To hope’s tunes we seek
Your voice now alit
With energy makes me whole
Restoring body
With renewed respite
Will you still reach me in time?
If only I knew
Grim is the reaper
In darkness still he awaits
As days slide silent
Grief to hope skips slim
Boldest instinct: survival
An uneven chance
Mind soared to morrow
Will you miss me when I’m gone?
I will forever
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