Process

Admiration

Appreciation

Approbation

Frustration

Anticipation

Consummation

Elation

Jubilation

 

 

Cessation

Negation

Separation

Sublimation

Disorientation

Vexation

Aggravation

Exasperation…..

…….Frustration…..

…………………….

………..Acceptance.

Fuck……

……..That’s Life. 

Pierrot

All honesty has died I fear,

Words jest and play with all held dear.

I bow to court and so depart,

Clowns laugh and joke and play their part.

Royalty decreed it so,

Some observe while others throw

Clubs that juggle in the air,

Miss and hit, such talent rare.

To aim and wound and laugh at all,

Cruellest gift, no gift at all.

 

Rather act as Pierrot,

Wailing love’s departure,

Than betray all thought and feelings so

In silent mimicked rapture.

Renewal

Fevered brow needs cooling calm.

Cold compress cures the curse,

Gentleness and soothing unction, on

Malaise, helps to nurse.

 

Tranquil tunes in tender tempo,

Pianissimo,

Repose in peaceful pleasured points,

Slumber you may know.

 

A restful sleep of purest bliss,

All sound a healing balm,

Soft hands to ease, know surcease,

Negating all mind’s harm.

 

Mild ecstasy in blessedness,

Relief from all life’s woe,

Simply salved by solicitude,

Everyone must know

 

A humbler sort of paradise,

A sweeter song of praise,

That life renews and lives again

Each dawn of all new days.

On Hallow’s Eve

On Hallow’s Eve,
      Some believed,
             Souls went marching home
                     While ghosts and ghouls
                               Haunted evening skies,
                                         Howling, evil moans.

Time has passed
          So now, at last,
                  Other forms it takes.
                             Some become Incredible,
                                       Others adapt
                                                   And costumes make.

Little Bo Peep
          Has become a deid creep,
                  Ghoulish in all nature
                            Impaling lamb
                                    On crook with glee,
                                            Evil now in stature.

     

Humour and a devilish joy
Man and woman, girl and boy,
Embracing darkness
For a night,
Invoking fear,
And delightful fright!

Only One Result

So many ways to count the cost.

So many different types of loss.

 

So many hearts that know such pain.

So many afraid to love again.

 

So many tears that people cry.

So many ways to live or die.

 

So many hopes and dreams delayed.

So many debts to fate unpaid.

 

So much hope to find again.

So much love contained within.

 

So many better ways to live.

So many avenues to give.

 

So many cannot receive such gift.

So many refuse to be uplifted.

 

A grateful sort of loving flows

When love given,

Received,

Believes

And knows.

 

So many choices,

One result.

Love is all….

Love is all.