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Men are haunted by the vastness of distance and time
and so we ask ourselves,
Will our actions echo across eternity?

As I dig deep, deep within my soul
I come up empty handed
The deep abyss has taken its toll
All my strength disbanded

As I tumble into a free fall
Questions loftily rise
Will I be reminisced at all,
After death closes my eyes?

Will my footprints be cast,
in cement so they may last?
Or in the sands of the seaside
to be swept away by the tide?

Will what I say,
be quoted or become cliché?
Or will it be erased from the chronicle
like all else that is forgettable?

Will statues of precious stone be built in my likeness?
Will my endeavours become myths of greatness?
Will stars be named in my honour,
illuminating the dark forever?
Will my actions ripple for light years and millenia?
Join the ranks of victory,
p
ArAde through the streets triumphantly.
In
HeRent is the thirst for ascendancy.
War is **M
asked fear, hidden below bravery,
out over Yonder, few are pleased with their destiny.
Friends can turn faster than the tables,
Re-creating the truth, giving birth to fables.
Irresponsibly blaming others for their evil deeds,
Easily bought by the lure of greed.
Nursing the wounds of those they've betrayed,
Eliminating courage from the hearts of those afraid.
Mounting lies on half truths to find alibis,
Y**earning for a 'friend' to hear their cries.
Where the cookies crumble is where the sturdy will stumble,
Where the cowardice in brave men will surface
And the evil cast out from every crevice
Til' the day when only the honest and clean
Lay claim to this land purged of ill and made serene

By those who truly care for the future of their country,
The fair sharing of bounty,
The welfare of those they neighbour
And the stoppage of all bias and favour.

Where a man need not fear for his children
Even though their future is uncertain.
When behind your shoulder you need not look
For fear of a killer, ****** or common crook.

When the treasury is as transparent as glass
And the parliament seats men not snakes in grass.
When we are no longer short of teacher, doctor and nurse
and the needs of the people are met first.
This is when the politic of the future will carry corruption and incompetence to the hearse
and we will look upon our elected head as a gift, not a curse.
Peaks reach up with puckered lips
dying to kiss the sky
Hills not lush, but green with envy
at the rain, lucky to dwell on high
but the peaks cannot fathom
why the rain would fall to the tree and the sea
when the sky is what they want so very desperately
such is the nature of desire
all seems greener on divergent pastures
let your love be as abundant as the arrows in cupid's quiver.
let our love know no bounds of time and distance,
surviving against all odds, against all resistance.

let your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river.
let our emotions though similar to paper, quite ordinary
be crafted into something beautiful with time and effort like origami.

let my love be the reason for the best in me, with your love being the trigger.
let love live in our hearts, being absolute,
regardless of prior hurt in heart led pursuits.
In Easter’s silent night
The beach had held its breath
Reverence for the morning’s might
Sustenance for some, others, death

The swollen belly of the moon
Taunting the depths of impending rapture
A massive haul, soon come, soon!
To spark much frolic and laughter

the sun’s rays began to warm the sands
and footprints followed after
The pulling of seine by many hands
Brought much dismay, if not disaster

Cries of saboteur!
Fingers had never pointed faster
The fault lay with an amateur
“bad lucky” said the wiser

And at the end of morning’s light
When bellys held their breath
The pelicans and gulls squawked in sweet delight
Sustenance for some, others, death
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