The lamb nurses adoringly

Frolics in the meadow

Trots by the dandelions

Chases yellow butterfly

Drinks water from spring

Halts under oak tree

And naps there peacefully.



2:03 pm Wednesday 4th May, 2016.

Soft strung on mourning dew
Moon-lit nights stung, chasing you.
Evanescent upon thin waking lids
The pages burnt with nitrogen.

The aching echo, overbearing hollow
Dusty ash. An after taste.
Not tear enough to hardly swallow-
Or stomach left to try to sate.

The pillars-statues-all in our name
Bleached out hero's in history's game.
Naught plight enough to recall how human
Our blood-our tears-stained our face.

We legends born from pleading minds-
Broken spirits and battered limbs.
Who seek to finally cease the crime-
To bring back the light-wash out the dim.

Give our strength-are cast in shadow
To drive the ghost that haunt the land
Back to their own, bleak bloodied meadow
With our hearts-grasped tightly-in their hands.

The rest is but a washed out vision.
The lull of peace saturates the land.
But you and I have been ripped open and swallowed
As the lion now scarified to the lamb.

Alluring eyes
Good enough to hypnotise

perpetual grace
    Not a movement out of place

The wolf yearning

Thirsty
                              Greedy
            Lusting
                                                Craving

Twinkeling desires
Breed up like wildfire

For me the be free,
I sip on my tea,
And only I think,
Of days I am keen,
Or dreams of my life,
As a basket of ripe,
Apples and mango's,
Peaches delight,

For Saturday sings,
A blue lullaby,
A breathe of the fresh,
And air for the eyes,
I cancel the vision,
Of lonely times past,

Bring in the Spirit,
Of life ever-last,
Jesus the guide,
The mediator of all,
My savior we yonder,
Towards grace that is called,
Willing to die,
Of a cross of pain and suffering,
Willing to free,
From sin and shame,
We've come to this moment,
Now let us again,
Love one another,
Like brother and kin,

Synny had a little shell
Who's soul was white as snow
Who learned too soon that life was hell
And she was sure to go

And in that soul, corruption sparked
She fought it all the while
Until the day it consumed her
And killed the wholesome child

And all the stayed
Was charmed remains
Of pretty little Syn
And when the demons spoke to her,
She always let them in.

The soles of my shoes are
nothing
more than skin and bone.
The holes in my heart are filled with
Something
More than blood alone

Time is measured on a hundred million
Watches
Each in synchronous space
Rights are driven forward by a hundred million
Marches
Anger painted our faces
Love is given over to the lion
Harmless
Like lambs in guarded places

I am leaving for days gone by
Priceless
Time we shared
You are leaving for nights alive
Lifeless
Days our hearts bare
We are parting for a time
Fight this
For the end is near

This end is merely beginning
Again
Find hope in loss
This beginning is merely an ending
My friend
For me weep not
I'll be here waiting for you in time
The end
Is not the end of us.

I saw a lion yesterday
and in his jaw was a man
who lost himself in all he said
       If you're going to eat me sir
       please clean the jewels in your mouth
       remove the bugs caught in your fur.
        I would hate to die of disease
       so before you enjoy your feast
       cough up the lies of a thousand fleas.
       Lose your crown to my disgust
       for the inhuman laws you decree
       to enslave those who gave their trust.
Then the man spoke no more
nothing left, but a poor of red
like a lamb led through the gates of war.

With lips
Like Hershey Kisses,
So sweetly,
You draw me in.

Like honey dripping
To a fly,
You draw me in.

Like a beautiful
And smelling flower
to a bee flying free,
You draw me in.

Like a smoker
Wanting their
Nicotine,
You draw me in.

With a grin
Not unlike a
Crescent moon's,
You draw me in.

Like an alcoholic
searching for
one last drop of Gin,
You draw me in.

Like a little lamb,
Drawn to a lion
In search of a friend,
You draw me in.

A lone wolf walked in the dead of night
In search for a meal to fill his appetite
A lamb he did find, but it was a peculiar sight
For she did not run, and she did not fight

"I, a lamb, am part of your meal,
But I hope to you I may appeal
Wolf, won't you smile for me tonight?"
And so the wolf did, but he did not bite

"Oh my, what big teeth!" Said the lamb to the beast
"Why lamb, they are meant to tear into meat"
To which the lamb replied "How sharp they are too!"
And the wolf said with a nod "And soon they will sink into you"

"Why, look at your hands!" Said the lamb in awe
"Yes little lamb, there are claws on each paw"
"Do you use them to dig, to bury, to climb?"
"They are only to **** without reason or rhyme"

"But look at your fur!" The lamb said without fright
"Yes, you see it's as black as the night"
"How pretty, how handsome!" She said with a grin
"It lies to my prey the situation they're in"

"Oh wolf, there's more to life than killing you know,
Won't you spare me so that I may show you so?"
"Oh little lamb, you're young and innocent still,
One day you will see I am bred to ****"

"I see no killer," said the lamb without fear,
"Even as we speak, I feel safe when you're near"
"Its not your looks that tell me who you are,
"But the little pup that still plays in your heart"

"I thank you Lamb, your words did appeal,
So I will cherish you Lamb, as a friend and a meal"
And on that night, the lone wolf did feast
But for once, he did not feel like a beast