In the grass you were hidden
from view, poison you did spit
to others about me, I didn't do
you wrong, but in the long grass
of friends you were obscured
from my view.

But your fangs you had got in
to others, lies were your venom,
untruths spread through the
minds of those you had bitten.
Was it some thing I had done,
but I thought what was it them
not me.

It wasn't just me you were jealous
of, for when the long grass was
cut the whispers bleed from its
roots, showing that you were biting
lies to others not just about me
but all of us.

Each planet and star is a tear
drop of the universe, emotions
made form, each with there
purpose as the universe lives
and breaths life is all around.

It exists in so many forms,
the suns are its heart beats,
it skips a beat when each one
burns out and dies, but from
dust new ones are born a new
heart beat in the universe
heard all around.  

It is alive, for the places that
it gifts with life, planets and
places where different aspects
of life have sprouted and
grown.

We are grains of the universe
given life, a moment in a place
that it gifted with existence, it
shows us the beauty of out there
wonderment for our eyes.

Will we do this creation proud,
a universe that has given the
frail existence that is life, or will
be what we once were just dust
floating again in that place called
the uneverse.

We horde, we need always
more, then there will be a
time that we own nothing.

We realise that to be happy
is not to have the next best
thing for it is a gimmick
that uses up the resources
that we will soon deplete
as we want more.

We must be happy with the
less than more, we waste
are resources on a thousand
different worthless things
and more.

We waste are planet, the things
it gives us, be grateful and
content that we have a roof, fresh
water and food on are plate, we
must learn that less is more
before it is to late

We all fight for what is right, for what
we believe in, but with every thought
of right, there is going to be those that
think it is wrong.

Those who have never seen battle, but
have see the scars of those that come
home,those who lost there lives only to
be brought back in a box draped with a
homeland flag.

Some respect those that pledge their
life to fight the fight, while others think
they are lambs to the slaughter. Fighting
for a country that doesn't want us, even
though we offer to help the fight.

Invaders, conquerors, the people think
we are, so even though we offer are help
they fight against those that came to help.
We all fight a fight, but in each others eyes
we are fighting the enemy, and we think
what were doing is right.

Different ways to go, so many
things to ***** a life, make once
that beat no blood to flow, spoilt
for the ways to end. to go out quite,
to go with a splat make it public
or in secret not found till I am
just bone.

I go through the pros and cons
of which way to go. a bullet is
quick, gone to fast to feel the
pain as my skull and brain
paints the wall. But what if I
pause, and I shot the side of
my face off, blind unable to eat
with out a straw, scratch that
off my list a shudder down the
spine the gun goes into its locked
draw.

Then there is the rope, from a tree
or a height as long as my feet don't
touch the floor. the Pros again quick
and cheap a snapped neck I'm gone
here no longer anymore. But what
happens, if the neck doesn't go crunch
and I'm suffocating for a life time
dyeing in pain my feet a centimetre
off the floor. No I think that is the
wrong way to go.

I go through the cons and pros so many
ways to go, this is giving me a head ache,
my head feels like its going to explode,
its better to keep my feet on the floor.
To many errors to make, ill just go in
my own time, as it could be tomorrow,
really I should cherish my life and not
try to stop the beating of my heart,
what was I thinking as I go about my
life once more.

I think of a word  and then write it out, the

rope is now thrown up and over placed

just right, I write one more the noose is

nicely tightened up just right.

  

A word comes to mind, a thought

made on paper, can I guess

what will happen next.

  

So many words writtern, things

I have done to make this right, first

was the rope, the noose tightened

just right a word on paper

the rope drawn to that which will

hold it tight.

  

Words have been writtern the

time running out, as the last

one is on paper my time has run out.

  

The hang man is finished the note

writtern out, where once there was panic

and movment, I am the hang man silent, still

the noose drawn tightly no air to escape

in or out.

  

Peace now resides on this still

  calm face, as I am waiting to be  found

with my note explaning everything

neatly writtern out.

Nature welcomes you with an embrace
The wind playfully caresses you
And the crescent moon still visible
And the sun playing hide-n-seek
About to rise, coloring the flaming sky
In the amphitheater of celestial sphere
There is the drama unfolding of a new day
All the spectators, waking to the spectacular
Applauding, as a tribute to the grand illustration
Of abstract paintings, with a rich hue
Dawning on us whith a new plot to enact
The sunrise guiding us with a new ray of hope
Birds leading the way, helping us dream
To reach higher and cross new horizons
I am also a spectator in the crowd
Thronging to face life, as new day has dawned*















© Amitav (Radiance)

The world is spinning can I
get off, its always in motion
always around and around,
why not still for a moment,
or would I  get whip lash
from the sudden stop.

I want to get of this merry
go round that never stops,
stars spinning in darkness
there stationary its me that's
moving away, darkness to
light over and over again.

My head has been spinning
since birth, as we are on this
ride that Is happening on every
planet not on just earth. Are
heads are all in a spin, the
clouds go round and round,
I want off this ride on this
rotating earth.