Precious seconds fill the void of time
For every second that goes by
One month has passed
And only eleven more
Before the end.
Do you just sit there
Waiting to be consumed,
Or do you feel life
In every second that passes?
Either way your time is limited.

Are you here?
Are you present in this moment,
Or is the passing of time something that happens to you?
What did you eat for breakfast last monday?
Do you even remember this morning?
Don’t let these precious seconds slip by,
Just because they’re not tied to precious memories.
Because the seconds with the people you love,
And the ones passed in the monotony of the day to day,
Are all the same length,
And each is an equal step forward
To the last second you get to spend.

Wilting is in our nature;
It's a part of existence
But the wilting bud left unbloomed
Leaves no greater waste
Of beautiful minds.
Sprout and let your roots
Plant deep
But let your heart show
That what you keep to yourself,
Doesn’t need to be uprooted
To be shown.
Just because the sky breathes
Winter through the clouds,
Doesn’t mean the sun
Isn’t shining behind them’
Don’t let yourself wilt
Just because the sky gives an excuse.

Existential horror.
The dread of being on a conveyor belt,
Taken somewhere you don’t know,
Your destination far away or around the corner,
With no power to slow down or stop.
Now or later,
We all reach the destination we’re bound for,
So why waste another moment,
Staring blankly down,
In attempts to deny you’re going anywhere?
Look up,
And join us as we face the end with hope.
334 more days.
334 more opportunities to live instead of simply not dying.

Place of peace and place of joy
Where the sorrow stays no more
Take your dreams which once were there
Store them deeply with such care.
For when the morning sparrow flys. From the sunset to the rise.
The dream which was so clear and true
Now is nothing what you knew.
So take it now and make it bold
For when the night is dark and cold.
They light the way for brighter futures.

Now it time to sit and see.
Just how great it can really be.

The cello strains;
It sobs with me.
Laments a love
That cannot be.

The minor keys
that cannot sing
Play mournful notes
On broken string

Until the end of this discord
A melody worth waiting on.
Such harmony is thus restored
For I shall see my love anon.

Guard your freedom flame: Do not permit
Events or people to extinguish it

Guard your freedom flame:
Or live a shackled life, corrode in chains
Without a vision of the sun or rain

Guard your freedom flame:
Or hear how truth is mocked by lies and lust
And let sweet souls be trampled in the dust

Guard your freedom flame:
See how turbulent times threaten its spark
Into the shadow and the waiting dark

Guard your freedom flame:
Share your spark, ignite hope for you and me
Increase, again increase, this liberty

Guard your freedom flame: Do not permit
Events or people to extinguish it

Gentle river
Lick me clean
Take my sins
And slam them
Against the rapids
Wild river
Grant me freedom
Let me float
Along your bank
Let me sing with you
Let me roar with you
Until the birds call me home
Rising river
Rise with me
Rise with me
Rise with me

My love for you is something
I have tried hard to put in words
My love for you is everything
Yet still it sounds absurd
For each time that we speak
I just fall back in love with you
My face just lights up everytime
It's just something that you do
And it's no use in me trying
To capture it in lines of rhyme
For no metaphor or simile
Can convey this love of mine
It only seems to grow each day
And never withers with time

We know there's a world within one drop of water.
Like God's tear, a trillion ton ice-cube dropped
in the drink, heating the oceans over time,
submerging man's false-ego and polluting cities,
some say sublime.  Swim or sink people,
as acid red rain, falling from your closed eyes,
for they only see grey,
washes it all away.  What do climate crisis
denialists snort in retort,
who cares about holes in the clouds,
melting ice-cubes at the poles?

We also know there's a universe in our seas,
yet, only 2 global fisheries are left,
what of humanity bereft of that food?
When bees are extinct so will we be.
Seldom is a lone tear's story told,
yet Gandhi knew, laid out how the future unfolds.
Atom should not be split, Adam should not be cloned,
"the root of oppression lies in (supposed) science",
he foretold, 'from his lips to God's ears'.