Token Gifts

Will dreams suffice

Where once was life?

Does conscience

Soothe the soul?

Does memory lift

As token gift

For what may have

Made you whole?

 

Does slumber impart

To tender heart

Healing all, though

Unity forlorn?

Do angels haunt

Your sleep and taunt,

Reliving thoughts

Of being reborn?

 

Does desolation

Reside within

And put all life

To shame?

Are you awake,

Fantasies partake,

Whispering

One name?

 

Will answers, though

You sought to know,

Relieve the

Ache inside?

Or, subtler ruse,

Elude the truth

And forever,

Seek to hide?

 

Woeful tears

For all lost years,

Destiny

Does not die.

Far off to fate,

Hearts must wait,

Caring cries but

May not lie.

The Edge Of Grace

Image

Balanced on the edge of grace,

Chasm on one side,

Cavernous and treacherous,

Deep and open wide.

 

A mountain reaches overhead,

Too sheer for easy climb,

Leaden thoughts match not physique,

Decisions at this time.

 

Ascension to the peak of one

Or bottomless yawning fall,

Neither giving much of hope

To anyone at all.

 

Teetering on narrow path,

Debris and shale all strewn,

Weaving, reeling shakily

Till answers may be known.

 

A lurching life of quantum strife,

Assess, evaluate,

Adjacent choices bound around,

One profound and one must wait.

Bathe, Fiddle, Sing

Egypt’s golden age defiled,

Historic records state,

Intangibles, all forgotten,

Resigned to fickle fate.

Bubbles of illusion burst,

Glamour all the rage,

History rewritten badly,

Burnt on to every page.

 

Rome, another, fallen thus,

All circus and a show,

Political machinations, manoeuvrings,

Citizens content to let it flow.

Corruption in the state

And in the status quo,

Learning left to others,

Leaders planned scenarios.

 

Britain in its empire days

All glory, majesty,

Worldwide fame and flags to plant,

Such a travesty.

Pride, the sin most deadly,

Altering the facts,

Blemishes on antiquity,

Everything out of whack.

 

Powerful becomes corrupt,

It’s written in the stars

And on all pages, in all books,

Dorian Gray revealed such scars.

Lessons from all ages,

From every corner found,

We look, ignore and perish,

Eyes focused on the ground.

 

Lift up our eyes,

Unto the skies,

See

The dawn arise,

Let golden glow be

Aurora’s show,

Not detonate

To die.

 

Amiss we stand,

Remiss we are,

While clowns cavort

In arena’s ring.

Nero fiddled,

Cleopatra bathed,

We dance

And laugh and sing.

The Common Enemy

….destruction came then…

heaving earth and

cataclysmic forces

colliding,

each conspiring

to outdo the other

for supremacy.

sides had to be taken.

choices to be made.

nations rent apart

as logic and reason,

political treason,

pulled against emotion,

desire and devotion.

 

Finally….

 

Common sense

Suggested

Collaboration,

Arbitration,

Change.

And, united,

They defeated

The common enemy.

Hatred,

Misunderstanding,

Corruption,

Overcome by love,

Honesty

And great common sense.

Shadows

I’m actually feeling fine! Just going with the doom and gloom of Hallowplunker. In case you were worried. 😉 Gonna depress the hell out of myself before this event appears. Skip on by if you’re already depressed. You don’t need this. Good deed done for the day. 🙂

 

 

Shrouded in a gloom

Of endless misery,

Darkened, black night

Deforms

Substance, reality.

Confused,

Distorted

Observations,

Acuity of eyes

And thoughts

Dimmed,

Concealed.

Nothing revealed,

Shrouded in a gloom

Of endless misery

And shadows.

Horizons

Right, I took a photo. In my head. I don’t do cameras very well. 😉 Picture it. Unending vista of ocean, sparkling in the sunlight meeting skies so blue and high. That’s it. That’s my photo. Can you see it?

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/10/25/weekly-photo-challenge-horizon/

 

Limited views,

Restricted vision,

Contemptible,

Distorted

Perceptions.

Unending skies

And oceans

Should always

Conjoin, releasing

Untold conceptions.

Be My Better Me

In  darkness, you will find me,

Bring light to lead the way.

In dreams, your spirit leads me,

Breath on breath together.

In truth, you love me,

Better than another.

In troubles, you enfold me,

Bear my cares away.

In unity, we are one,

Be my better me.

 

My Space Cadet

Beautifully alien

And wonderfully bizarre,

From babe

To almost full grown.

Questioning

Strange anomalies of life,

And others,

I’ve never known.

Like, ‘If I was painted the same colour as air,

Would I be invisible to you?’

And, ‘ If the Clyde could be bottled,

How many bottles would you need that to do?’

 

And, others more usual, like,

‘Where does the itch go

When you’ve had a really good scratch?’

I look on and puzzle and question

From where exactly did this amazing boy of mine hatch?

 

I was there,

I felt the pain

And gazed at this gift in my arms.

Little knowing then,

That as he grew,

I’d succumb to all of his charms.

 

Eighteen years later I marvel each day

And wonder that I never saw

That my six foot Adonis

Had the soul of a child, a child full of wonder and awe.

My space cadet with questioning green eyes

And a mind with tremendous insight.

I know, in my heart, that this babe of mine

Is a child that was born of the light.