Lighthouse, built upon the sand
Of masonry so thick,
Wrought of gold and silver. Grand!
Built up Brick by Brick.

Your light"s the finest ever made!
Your precious stones, they glitter!
Babes around you laugh and Wade,
Butterflies swan. Bluebirds twitter!

You've worked so hard to build it!
You took such precious time!
You wasted not a second to sit
You wanted it Sublime!

It WANTED you to work for it!
It berated with a frown,
But when the storm and lightning hit
It came tumbling down!

For it was built on sand, my friend,
Those who built it did not care.
No Foundation held it, in the end,
It's destruction brought despair.

Ships there sailing on the sea
Crashed horrid on the rocks!
No one paid that they'd be free
They didn't walk their talks.

That lighthouse built upon the sand
It is deadly, friend.
But it is all so wonderfully planned!
So they built it all again.nn


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

(a poem in Senryus)

Let’s rerun the play,
take up strings, so the puppets
can start fresh their dance.

Summon the old ghosts—
Shakespeare’s doomed heroes
—pronounce them reborn.

Recall the actors,
lead horses from their pastures,
raise the curtains.

Pay Shylock his pound
of flesh, give Richard his horse,
let Viola love anew.

Old, ever-hallowed
villainy, once banished,
has taken new stage.

Human suffering,
live—don’t fret, you won’t miss it
—it’ll come to you.
.
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Songs for this:
Kool Thing by Sonic Youth
End of the innocence by Don Henley
The Perfect Idiot by Fievel Is Glauque

Searching for Galileo,
    the race to be first home,

In a sea of patients
    we climb the probability tree,
    walk upon the shore collecting
      memory shells,

We win the little wars,
     lose the big fight,

These windows are breathing apparatus,
     this ceiling, a blur of tungsten sky,
     rain, tears, weep,

To rest near to you,
     the technicolor sleep,
     and I died with you,

All farewells are sudden.

the wrong one
will find you in peace
and end up leaving you in pieces

only the right one
can find you in pieces
and guide you to peace

I watch her dance in the pale moonlight,
Her wild heart that never stays.
Yet for her, the world stands still,
Her sigh breaks men like me.

In every glance, in every sigh,
She holds the world beneath her eyes.
A gentle hand, a steady will,
And when she smiles, the stars ignite.

For love is her, and she is love,
And in her eyes, I see it clear
All that I want, and all that’s dear.

In shadows cast by twilight's sigh,  
where whispers of my past float by,  
a gentle weight, like autumn’s breath,  
wraps my heart in thoughts of death.

My world is adorned in muted hues,  
a canvas stained with wistful blues,
and memories that age into fading ghosts,  
leaving a tender heart that longs the most.  

Beneath the weight of my silent nights,  
is a hope that fades with morning light,  
and a fragile thread of joy may gleam,  
yet drifts away like a distant dream.  

The laughter is lost and my smiles deferred,  
in every happy word that is left unheard,  
this quiet storm over my tranquil sea
Melancholia, you are yet to comfort me.  

©️Lizzie Bevis

A juggler who juggles no *****,
A defeated entity of time,
A humorous attempt of nature to give,
As it was desperate to not  have it's summer hue stolen,
A child of autumn, perceived as the colour brown,
A deserted colour,yet profound,
He swings obsessively,
Deluded in a harsh desire to love,
He imitates the spring,
But his flowers wilt without a cause,
Compelled by a maddening desir,
He corrupts the produce of summer,
He feels avenged,
He was a lost cause.