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Tom Blake Mar 2016
Why do you offer me hope
When inside you know
This world is deceitful
It 's
Such a sham!
I want to grasp
Grasp something Secure! Something    sincere!
I want
To feel
Safe
Relaxed.
Help me
Show me
The way
To Be
Secure.
I ask
You All
Out there on planet earth
Respond.

If I here
Nothing
Then that's what I have grown
Accustomed to.
Tom Blake Mar 2016
COW
I love you Cow
I love your shape and sound---MOO!

I hate the fact you are constantly beleaguered by flies,
In your ears, in your eyes...
And you accept them like the air you breathe.
Is there something to be learnt here
About pestilence and nuisances that beset
Us in our lives?
Ignore them
Resist them
Remember we are bigger
Like you
My bovine friend.

I hate
When humans call you stupid, cumbersome!
Obviously, they haven't looked into your
Eyes!
THEY
have no right to disparage you
Or chop you up (sacred cow)
Heavens above! they cut up their own
Species.
I
Just wish
You could fly too, Precious
And
**** on their heads!
!
Tom Blake Mar 2016
Where has She gone?
She simply walked by
Leaving
An indelible impression
Like
The smell of a flower
An Autumn sunset
And
Every good thing that occupies
This earth and life.

I don't know her
One sense percieved her
She
Was more than beautiful!

Transient Love
Is that possible?

This is repeated frequently in my
Journey through life
I
Fall in love all the time.
Tom Blake Mar 2016
On the shore
Let me walk
At my feet
Feel the sea
Thinking of thee

O Mysterious God
Touch my soul
Communicate
I await

All I hear
Is the sound of sea
Waves rushing to me
And Feel the breeze

Your creation's
Touching me
Your Touch is fine
Makes serene
My Mind
Tom Blake Mar 2016
He weilds a pen
Beneath the burning light
His desire to say something more
Compels him into the night.

Before he knows it
Dawn peeps through the open blind
His weary eyes shut
As he indites another line.

His spirit is willing
But his flesh is weak
Over his works he sleeps
Dormant upon his literature
A pillow of thoughts upon a sheet.
Tom Blake Mar 2016
The window is ajar
The Lacey curtain is lifted lightly
By a Summer's breeze.
The daylight, morning sunlight
Illuminating, enters the room.

You
My Love are still
Still in slumber
Soft and warm
Beneath the sheets.

I lie beside you
Awaiting your awakening
Awaiting the colour of your eyes
The movement of your lips
The softness of your voice
The motion of your Being.
Tom Blake Mar 2016
The facade is coming down
TRUTH is emerging!
Those in Light have been bringing
It to light
From the beginning of time.

We All play a part
Some
Succumb to the dark.

Darkness is panicking
There's nowhere to hide
Evil is being exposed
It's presence waning
Gradually
Disintegrating
Perishing
In the Light.

Rejoice,
At the dissolution of evil!
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