Come to me.


Transcending dreams you are in my mind
I want to take you their just you and me in the path of time
Smell the dark red roses fresh with dew and feel sublime
Swim beneath the waterfall together and see the shadows glistening like sparkling wine
I kiss your lips and the whole world slips forever too far behind
We sit on grass greener than a ripened lime
We sit naked in the warm sunshine
Come to me my love let us return to our youth where you are a tigress and I am the lion.

Dying  embers

My feet are drying near the fire in this meadow
I have travelled far to only find my self
I have cried along the way
I'll be seeing you amongst the butterflies in sunshine clearing through the misty fallow
We will see a brand new day
I'll build a house were we shall stay
The time is wounded by my ever growing lasting of my shadow
The eyes I once knew are old and swept away by tears deep and now are shallow
So I'll look for you no more than if you were a dream I had to wake
Looking at you was the most beautiful light of a morning rainbow
My feet are dry and what was once has gone to the grave.

Become the Begin.

To the very pinnacle of peak fitness brings so many things
I could react to mentally tough questions as my brain sings
I changed as a person fitting much more into a schedule I would glide through a day like an Albatross sails with wings
Reaching the sky with your hands held high then playing a favourite tune on single strings
My eyes see beauty and imagination in the most unlikely places and on peoples faces and what joy it brings
The wise man once said " To fit into your surroundings you must become it and understand that at any time your surroundings may change not only it but everything even time cheats beginnings .

Old friends

This old world has lost it's friends
Even the animals are becoming more extinct and nature cannot defend
I sit and watch a butterfly on the edge of a flowering bush it's doing it's job no credence can comprehend
We as a civilization have not protected that which means more than us and that is freedom of the soul if you can try and send
All I see is destruction covered by a sheet of lies after lie to try and keep people conformed with no vision as I write in ink forever penned
I or any man has hope for a brand new day but it's getting harder to see it my brand new friends.

Pretty Bubbles

The curtains were closed to empathize your mood
An orange lamp shade in the corner was a colourful move
You felt nervous as the knock on the door made you feel like a boy again
You answer the door and when no one was there you remembered she'd died 20 years ago back then
The world was a place when I was not alone and the silence comes a friend
A plastic green soldier stood on guard to fend
Stripped naked stomach aching all the time I can't comprehend where or when
It's time to take my prescribed drugs or you'll never stop thinking you cannot pretend I'm in a bubble until the end.

Never nearer


The first time I really cried and felt the fear of never having you near
I remember this so clear how loving you was so easy everytime I would hold you dear
The passages of time in every single year the spring arrives and the coldness dis appears
I forgot that things appear like the growth of trees and flowers seem to bloom as I walk along in tears
I wish I could have changed that's clear but not knowing that rainbows aren't just to remind you of different colours they also follow the rain and in sunshine they just dis appear.

Hypocrite

The food just tastes just like before
All the stars were shining but not for me anymore
I have stepped through many doors
Seen the worst a mind can ever explore
The devil came for me that night to drag me down to return never to sunshine as I sweat on the floor
The Egyptians knew that time was the eternal soul and to dis-obey meant purpose for what was it for
Memories are kept inside your mind and soon till the end of time so build the highest tombstones and you will know what work the Egyptians sought to see and saw
Small thoughts become big ideas and sometimes to prove it takes a thousand maybe two thousand years and humans can only explain with mathematical facts and an understanding of awe
The madness of a genius mind comes close and sometimes finds secrets to explain even amongst Eden the great distraction then finds the distraction was the biggest secret to explain why and who and the contradictions of it all.

No belief in understanding

We are more afraid of things we do not understand than the sharp edge of a sword attatched to a mans hand
There's always a man in command but it is the soldier that takes the steps into no mans land
Is it therefore that all who command **** without prejudice or are the soldiers unable to see that their lives are in another mans time is written in the sand
Whether to comprehend and make his own choice is not a humane demand but a one mans struggle with his conscience either to die aimlessly or live as a killer in a heartless world already planned

The Brave

The bunch of flowers lay on the grave
The words inscribed their We can only save
The working policeman always the brave

The man was only 24 so young to die but he believed in a noble cause
All the people lined the streets and how many times must our children brake the laws
Three teenagers stabbed him with knives like swords but they weren't knights they were cowards whose lives and up bringing meant they blamed society who shut their doors
Who can save them from themselves only pawns on a chess board made in hell to show the future only blood now pours
The biggest tragedy of all concerned will wake up next morning while the dead in their coffin turned and the wars will go on till the thugs are in jail cells and children take account till the last black crow caws.

Stand up

No commiseration across a world of abundant desperation
Or did I forget to mention what's going on in your available accommodation
No freedom just isolation and genocide for a nation
Acceleration of a political monopolisation
No say for you any more because you are an older generation
I used to think that listening to the elderly was a natural civilisation
All we do is make the same mistakes for the cost of another open eyed definition
So strap those guns real tight because there ain't no way the people are going to stand beside fascists,terrorists or a communist organisation.

Eat or be eaten

As the early evening winds come in from the ocean they shift the sand and orange haze on violet sky background emerges like a dragon being awakened to move through the night unseen
You can hear the insects scurrying round with your ear to the ground and a coolness begins to turn the daylight to a darkness as quick as a switch turned off by the lack of sun beams
All is silent now except the faint noise of the great mass of the sea and I light a joint and lay back and look at the stars colliding and the moon is a giant whole of dust and debris yet lights the way to home in my mind it seems
A girl once got lost around here they say; she was bitten by a snake and before she died she asked the snake to become one and the snake granted her wish, now she slides along the floor with no arms and no legs and eats vermin and if you see her she becomes a girl once more and leads you to the other snakes to be eaten; now all the girl wants to do is die so she ate herself and that is the symbol of strength from ancient times a ring with a single head is what it means.

Tulips

Tulips under brown carpet born again
The rain provides the water makes purple stain
Watch the flower grow then peaks out his head in summer first starts the pain
Beautiful eye of the beholder like the yellow sunshine on the brightest field of grain
Tulips purple colour seem to wash the pathway along the lane
Sleep sleep travel to find things unexplained
Follow the greatest journey inside your brain
The first thought in your minds eye is never the beginning but somethings are unobtained.

Adieu


Every time I'm alone I find my self being alone with you
Wandering what you are doing or speaking to someone new
You let me fall in love with you and that's gone it's true
But when I'm all alone with my self all I can think of is you

I'm not the same young man you adored and loved after all that I've been through
I am just a shadow of the man that even I dreamed and wanted too
I live each day with a wish and a hope that the stars above will lighten my feelings and you might be looking as a single bird comes to you
In my mind I'm that bird in your hands cooing with the warmth I once knew
Then when you wake up in the morning a single feather of a wing sat on your pillow that will always remind you that I am the bird that was warmed by your hand holding mine through the looking glass adieu adieu.

BE

It's 4 o'clock in the morning and I'm making a cup of tea
I sit down in the Kitchen and stare at my self looking right at me

I'm going no where I'm going no where I'll just sit right here and be
The birds in the trees all call out for me as I chuck some bread on the ground ready for when the sun shines on all morning full of glee
I like to see the blackbird nice and early because he's my favourite intelligent bird so so careful yet so very care free
Well I look down and I've finished my cup and I can hear the kids fighting over the TV but it's nice to look at the window staring back at me.

Lives end.


The twisted path of our lives end
We wander around this planet looking for something to mean our path leads somewhere purposeful when they don't we realise we had nothing to defend
I can do almost anything with my life but when it comes right down to it I haven't got the inclination to find myself hating what I have come to comprehend
The man that walks free from this world is the shadow that leaves us to shine in the stars and listens to every conversation that has been from the beginning to our natural end.

The famous man died

Someone famous died before I can
Was it drugs or something else terribly wrong
I lay in my bed and think of the famous person that died and the clock and it's hands
I wonder if they'll say what it was that killed him in the night as they play a video of him on the television
The people walk to their work or in the car or on a bus knowing this once famous man
Realize you might be dead tomorrow and don't beg and don't wallow just sing your song.

Seed


Thorn ed tree hold me naked amongst prickle blood falling free
I am comfortable as long as the hawk comes to feed me
The night the stars come out no clouds I never see
I hang in this tree and wonder why I'm alone to be
Something tempted me to climb above the ground a definite greed
Lightly I fall asleep under lack of energy then let me go and let hawks feast on meat
darkness comes and I am blind but feel no pain maybe I am not on the tree but it was the last thing I ever seed.

Two roads cross

You are beautiful
I smell of manure
You are magnificent
I am a fake immitation of my own mirror image
You are statuesque
I am a hunchback with toe nails like a wolf claw
You are generous
I am poor
You are a star
I am a comet that is being drawn in by the sun
You are amazing
I merely count my fingers and my thumbs
You are a flying hawk
I am a mouse caught in the hawks mouth for dinner;what pleasure

Stag-nation

This world is in stagnation
From all the cruelty and deprivation
No one to be trusted in organisation
Disciples rocked to the very foundation
Only love can be our one true salvation
No fuel in the future to feed the ever frustrations
Come together ; Come together; come together now
You want to be a king but your crown is your mind alone
Without that you might as well return to dust and stone
Our lives are not our own to live
Our towns and villages are not long to give
Our cities become wastelands of a society that once did.

No denying who or what we are.
If there were no clocks would we really think of time
If there were only forests then trees we would climb
If there were some water then grapes together would make the wine
If there were all the animals then my conscience would be fine
If I had done my work then I would spend the rest of the day in sunshine
If all knowledge was a page away would I read it or forever be ignorant no less I guess is thine
If life was yours to give how could you take what isn't yours to understand in a simple rhyme

Escape the tedium


I take a drink and it tumbles down my neck then I get the kick from it; I smoke a cigarette
Words become lines and the lines get longer all over the page I am reading;the feeling grows stronger
Soon I am looking around for female attention and in front of me is a tall shapely woman with ******* just begging to be seduced; I walk to her and whisper; I cannot tell you the rest
We walk in the moonlight and then I grab her tightly and kiss her with the passion of a lion; I take her to bed make her *** until she is crying.

A Greed.




If being important was so important to them then how important could it be;



How do we quantify the importance of something or someone by the impotance it is to thee.



So now the important people say this and that is important and without it what a terrible world we would see;



If the importance of something or someone is so important then wouldn't that make life so easy.



Aren't the importances of living life for the whole world's importance more important but the whole world obviously isn't important enough from what I have seen;



I must be mistaken that the agenda of importance to the important must be something else don't you agree.



Then importance must mean that who ever is important enough then let them decide the most important of deeds;



I am confused about how this world can be less important than the importance of all the important people we give heed.



When importance of the world comes second to anything that is when we have to look at all the people who just live off greed.

Number 1

Shifting desert dunes underneath the bright reflective orange sun
It's amazing what we turn to when the sea ends we must learn to run
All we have is each other and when we gather all we do is build walls till the stillness of the night time comes
We can't fight nature because there's only one then we look around us at what we've done
Hear the beat of the drum it's in rhythm with the Earth and the numbers don't stack up because some don't add up to the sum
Something to think about when you're sitting in the sun and mathematically we shouldn't be here it's just a prime number that we are from.

Symbolizing

My soul is trapped inside a bell that chimes every hour
Hells dogs bark and scowl waiting for my soul to escape for them to devour
Mystic transportation takes me higher than the buildings below
The secret to where I'm going is celestial and boundless in a glow
Take me to where it all started and let me look and feel and grow
Changes forever happening in the universe return to show
I come back a stronger energy force and light and darkness shower
I return perhaps to tell the story of time and the bell tolls in the village upon the high tower
The imagination rules the world yet it is our actions that turn things sour.

Station Master

Is there a place in this world to get my soul warm
I've been thinking and been running around for so long
Someone please take my hand and tell me everything I've seen is so wrong
No one ever comes because they're thinking of number one and why is your face badly drawn
I want you to know that I have been waiting for the whisper of the fear so **** strong
The human race is a poster board for other planets to look at and say the fact is that they don't know where they do come from
There is no equilibrium in fact the state of things are totally deformed

Smoke rings out of your ****.

Sitting in a wigwam playing tom toms
What a lovely day; tomtom along
Tambourine jingles while I'm playing this song
Look at all the children dancing; nothing shall be wrong
People always want something but I smell a fishy that's horrid and pongs
Playing tom toms calms me to centre thoughts of the past and the devil's tongue
You use people freely like a troublesome one who will string you like a puppet then simply move on.

Big red candle

I smoked some ****** which I thought I could handle
I went to sleep for some hours and my head began to jangle
I dreamed of you so much I smoked some more then I lit a big red candle
It was any day as the light from the window went away and I could feel the breeze as I slept the sweat trickled down my knees then I had to swim for the shore so I paddled
I sit down stairs amongst others looking through the TV as my dream had long since gone
I had a blank expression like the politicians that talked for so long
So I went out robbing then some ****** I took
I didn't care about anything I just didn't give a fk
I lit my big red candle and my world was off the hook
I'd sleep and dream forever while angels bowed and looked
Then when the dream was over I heard voices talking to me telling me to go and rob it was all I thought about this body was a vessel for my misery taken away by a substance that made my body shook
Then I woke inside a hospital for the terminally incapable of thinking and I had to st inside a cardboard cup
No more lighting big red candles or else I'd be permanently locked up.

I am the sea
Vast expansive me
They are the rocks
forever eroding stops
I am the sea
Depths of a degree
Upsurge of volcanic magma
Do la do la do la
I am the sea
Escape it free
Sun burns on the beach
Try to teach
I am the sea
State my plea
Nothing but fuel below us
Smoke filled sky must
Eye am the see

Aging


The lazy orange hammock *******

Drink down my thought into your skin,

of lazy orange hammock swinging.

lie down easy and look at the sky , the sun burning away the clouds which turn whispy and start thinning.

orange hammocks between great fragrant green pine trees as the autumn winds come in.

lazy orange hammock swinging as my mind centres on time travelling,

all we are doing is lazy orange hammock swinging as the autumn winds come in.

all we are doing is lazy orange hammock swinging as the autumn winds come in.

Mrs Little Spider.




spinning little spider making all your webs;

you make em coz you're hungry then you make some baby little eggs.

what's wrong little spider you're looking very old;

your children have all grown up but you look sad sitting on the window sill gettin chilly and cold.

settle down little spider I'm sure you know that life to you is held so very dear;

and when you go to heaven you know that your children and I will shed a little tear.

so good night little spider with your spindly little legs;

I've enjoyed your company very much and thank you for keeping the flies away with your beautifully symmetrical perfect spinning webs.


Goodbye............................. Mrs Little spider.

Anarchy disturbs the freaks


Who am I to wear these clothes and tell you of dishonour
A man whose fought so many fights that night and day can wait until tomorrow
Colours seep inside my head and make pictures of Autumn when muddy fields run water
To take a mans maiden fair of hair is a brother who makes a martyr
To run with wolves instead is part of manhood but watch here comes the farmer
Two barrells I look down now but always stay one step ahead and keep it safe to barter
The casualties of war are all around with bars upon and society has rats to catch yah
I live a life that's had it's deaths and friends along the way boy and so I say to you wear your colours to your chest and tomorrow is ever after.

Think then always think again.


Chances are by now you have had the experience to know what fate means
A none coincidental natural occurrence that changes you and possibly all you have ever dreamed
You cannot avoid these occurrences as they happen when you least expect them or naturally without you being aware it seems
There will come a time in space when an occurrence will happen that will mean the end of human existence and everything will be as if we have never been
All scientists realise this yet they have sheer hope and that is all they have to find a mathematical definition of what could be done to carry on living through deep space and find a place in a universes means
Will nature show us the ultimate key to our salvation or has nature shown us the pathway to a brighter more intelligent scheme
Perhaps this is why we spend so much time sleeping because the brain needs to compute all the components neccessary for such magnitude yet foreseen
Many men on this place we call Earth have given up on the idea that this will ever happen but fate tells us otherwise so when you watch the sky at night don't be surprised if we're being watched by beings already been handed fate to them now I am ready to beam.

A cultural cup of tea


Coffee isn't my bean but give me tea leaves
A cup of cha do la not cocoa ta no ta
Brew me up chuck no Italian espresso like muck
Caffeine in the shape of a tea bag in a mug glug slug glug
Two sugars please love as I wink to see her breast in the gaze of my eyes pleased
No Darjeeling just plain old tea with a tea spoon and a bag to strenuously squeeze
A British moment of the day that almost everyone lifts their cup and elbows to the skies
I am an English man and I will have a decent cup of tea because it is in my cultural rites

Little boy hurt his head.


Reluctantly he was found quite dead
A mothers shoe had hit him on the head
Don't blame her that was all we said
It could have happened when he was alone in bed
He cried all night and the street lights were all orange red
The night was cold as the window was open and he couldn't reach the ledge
He fell off the little chair and very badly bruised his leg
Played on the floor till the sun came up and was rushed and fed
The poor little boy had to go everywhere she lead
That night he did not come home but had gone instead.

Emotional control



I fly high sometimes against the ever changing breeze

I swoop so low to rest my burning wings

I can see so much amongst the greenest trees

It just calms me enough so that my eyes can see

I reach far beyond the clouds for fortune brings

I can't help it because I have the strongest soulful feelings

My mind controls that which hopes eternal does not sing

My head is strong enough to keep what's real like a circular ring

I fly so high so high till another sunshine comes to settle all these things

Pink river

Pink petal with a single raindrop put upon
A tear from your cheek runs down inside from
Feeling the rain soaks me to become passion torn
A flood then becomes a river in which life can form
Not in me as my heart and mind are like windmills forever turning yet purpose long ago gone
Try to understand I am a man with a rite to write his love songs

The first time ever I saw your face

Believe please believe in me
I've walked the desert now I see
I hear the sound of the sun rising feeling free
I see all around now the light has come across the open sea
Why could night shade the sun from letting me just be
I wanted to see what I wanted to see listened to no one don't you agree
Stars go and come millions of light years from where it started was a collision incredibly
So now we've got the past and moments in my mind will forever last just debris floating endlessly
I can't forget the day we met and all we are you'll never accept peacefully hold my hand and once again we'll be free

Spoken

Feathers on a crows back are black and sleak
He wears a proud long billed beak
When he goes hunting far and wide and deep
You know the squawk that someone else is ever weak
The colour of the leaves are green and brown and red to me to seep
My mind is out their trying to reach the animal that was caught but no one can never ever speak
I watch the birds on tops of trees to see their prey they have to eat but isn't it horrid to be preyed upon when one moment you're alive then suddenly you are gone and my eyes can see to weep.

She

A silhouette holds my hand
When a whale is trapped on land
A cemetery for an old broken man
A church candle lit on a lamp stand
She tore my heart out;
She tore my heart out.

Flowers on the Beach

Flowers growing on the beach
Some flowers are peachy pears
Some are long and slim and sleek
I swear I love every colour their
Especially with long blonde hair
The waves are gently lapping at their feet
One two three they are in my every heartbeat
I can't take my eyes off the curves that meet
The shoes they wear are crippling me just watching makes me weep
I rub some sun oil on because I don't think I can take this heat
Flowers growing on the beach
Just lead me there .................yeah .............yeah...........yeah

Crow

Sometimes the crow sits beside me on his wooden fence
He acknowledges I am here then listens to the world for his own amusement
His eyes are black but alive in a sense that everything he sees is poignant
His body also black but also very pristine like a suit made by the government
The lies he sees are preposterous and he harks at people's discontent
The world is very complex he knows but there is a final judgement
The crow tells all to the Grim Reaper and all people's devilment
The crow eats vermin for the flesh and the blood keeps him vigilant
It must be hard for an intelligent bird to sit so long and see confinement
The bird has wings but they only use them to flee animal's punishment
Sometimes the crow sits beside me on his wooden fence.

Benefactor


I am the worst person to be
I think I should be someone important on TV
I dream of a person that should have been me
Everytime I wake I feel sick with envy not glee
Some people have lives that mean so much but I sit in the dark so I don't see
I wish I could find myself and walk through the door to be free
Didn't you know this is how I really feel
A life of wheels turning to turn the next wheel
A simple motion like the Earth so alive but you find out it's not really real
I look at the stars at night and maybe one light will burn so bright that there is a God as I kneel
Take these final mortal chains from around my neck and let all the world see me as a bird flying victoriously with zeal
Instead I ridicule till one day rainbows will guard my foot steps then I will roam defiantly searching for my last meal.

Regeneration

The bright red sun blisters my dreams
When I wake softly like a fragile flower unfolding for water to take to grow
Learn as my memories of flying high into the sky above the deep blue sea
Rivers rapid flowing watching emotions glowing like an entity showing
We now knowing animals playing or fighting winning or dying
Forever colliding and revolving evolving never tiring so follow
Mountains are what you see but upon pure white snow forming
Share the goodness when it's warming and rivers flow again to gentle paths of ancient cities standing not long ago
My heart belongs to the dreams that fill my soul but my body won't let me go alone so I'll ride a horse along until my destination is pure of essence and the owl knows at night to watch for wolves in the undergrowth
Soon I will find my end.

Between the reality and light

Shades of colours are we
Maybe I'm as blue as the sea
Everything is the colour it is meant to be
We are looking through the eyes of a dream
I often think of colours like emotional degrees
When I do the world is just a picture that deceives
All the places I have been to are all a shade of pigment it seems
Saddest thoughts are memories that you can't change because of your consciousness in means
White or black the mood is chosen to the wildest of screams
A broken piece of glass shatters upon the floor I see the dark red once more as it gleans
My hands are stretched out wide and I am floating on a white boat with flowers around my neck dripping blood and lives are but streams.

THE GHOST TRAIN

On the train that rides alone
along this track of skin and bone,
find locations to us unknown -
the Ghost Train comes.


Sitting, staring, watching paths
of lives unfolding,
to me just laughs -
the Ghost Train comes.


Darker now the tunnels come,
feelings gone and nothing done.
I look for signs of where I've been;
but cannot see because eyes are dim -
the Ghost Train comes.


I'm on this train for life I think
but Ghost Trains aren't real just minds out of sync.
I look outside, the door is open,
my brain all rattled, slow and broken.


I step off now the train has gone.
I reflect inside of what I've done.
For nine years I rode that train,
I lost true love and half my brain.


And what I've learned is one **** thing -
don't live your life to love one thing.
For me, a little lives inside.
Still taking people for a ride


So when you decide to take a train,
take the track that is true and sane.
Please don't live a life in vain -
The Ghost Train.


This is the age of the train.

Immerse


Mad wild night amongst the stars that shine in our eyes only to reflect the beauty of the Earth
When born and aware of such beauty the ugly truth of a society makes for tragedy and misconceptions from your first birth
In my mind I could not find such stories of which I've read of evil doings and of theft of ones identity stripped of any worth
We are slaves to masters given the rights to the souls of legions of warriors whose only sense is to serve the hounds of hell that lay beside the only reality greed the curse
As I see so shall I do for the obvious betrays the unintelligent born unequal through education only taught to the quick and nimblest of brains then give rise to an evolution of drones or worse
A child will be born again some day just like Earth in many ways but one thing will be different that water and food we will not need to survive for we will be immortal to roam all the stars and planets and forever immerse.

The Jealous Beasts

Why are feathers touched by angels clipped to stop them knowing how far they can fly
Why do birds who can't reach to know always try
Why is it sometimes that we love for no reason other than to watch a bird stretch their wings then never say goodbye
All these things I have learned and yet we see and do it every time because our natural instincts are to fear what's not known and stop it by any means I sigh
Being different makes stranded birds float upon ponds and just drift around featureless reticent awry
The Albatross floats on winds without energy for miles and miles to face any mountain or the lightest bluest sky and that is the freest; learning to let the wind blow wherever it may remember to go high and dry
So soon in your life you must remember everything for a purpose and a reason or we might all just die

A VICTIM

A VICTIM YOU SEE BEFORE YOU

OF LIFE OF LOVE OF TRUST

NO CRIME BUT TRUTH        NOT JUST

DON'T LEAVE YOURSELF BEHIND YOU

STOP CRYING      BUT DREAM YOU MUST

INSIDE YOUR HEART IS OPEN

BUT BRUISED AND TIED AND CRUSHED

LET SOMEONE STAND BESIDE YOU

WHO FEELS WARMTH AND LOVE      NOT LUST

THESE WORDS I MEAN TO TOUCH YOU

NOT POINT AND FROWN OR JUDGE

THIS POEM I WRITE WHILST CRYING

BECAUSE I KNOW THAT WORDS ARE      NOT ENOUGH.

Now is the winter of our discontent

We are buried amongst our ancestors to lament
Yet in life we have everything but do not use it to our full extent
When young we play as we should in this world always content
You grow learning that meaning outweighs what we think we have learnt
We throw away the best of ourselves for the elders to seek acknowledgment
Then we truly realise that we have sought to find nothing but disappointment
Invent a world that you once knew and in this ambition you can rent
All your lives you know this is not how you were meant to have been to find enlightenment
The winters chill you more each year as the fire inside you dims to a flicker of fulfilment
All knowledge is inconsequential as it is when young and the fire was strong that you knew that life was meant
Now is the winter of our discontent.

Till the break of morning
Till the break of morning I'll sit and watch and hear the birds making sounds
Till the sun comes calling I'll sit in darkness while there's no one else around
Till the first cars are starting I'll wonder where are you to be found
Walking gently in the meadow with my mind circling and dry leaves on the ground
I see the first light turning black to blue and the blue eyes that I remember I first drowned
I light a fire in the morning to warm my hands then gather berries on bushes and mushrooms that are crowned
I go to the stream and wash my face and fill some water then cook my food and eat as nature becomes my shroud
I cannot smile with joy anymore but I have peace and harmony to know you were never meant for me as you were always some one else's to be bound.
You are a different bird not so easily flattered and one that is looking to challenge you feathered mostly brown.
The sunlight shatters the clouds in my head and the green leaves make shards of light like a force that brightens even the darkest places and certainly I'm not down.