How plain to have the sun remove all

Hidden

Leaders debate
People stagnate

dreams are formless visions
their reality is imagined
unless you create it

Imperfection reflects beauty in its true light

Behold the hopeful
Awaiting a sign
Life goes on

Does the path of life scare you
Why
We are all equal
The truth dispenses with the perceived misconception
Time is inescapable
Be who you are
The future is your own

descending at the start
to societal expectation
I have to refocus
and understand
this is not the shape of things
escape the boundaries
look within
free real life

Such a shame

                    All that weight

                                        On those shoulders

                                                      ­              Trifling small brain

Hope
Lives
Alone

creation in mind
projection in form
darker in reality

Am I here ?
Where is here ?
Am I there ?
Where is there ?
Where do I exist ?
Perhaps
Nowhere

He understands much about nothing
For what is so important to know

Grey tanned faces in the winter of hope
Lasting forever
Dreamt perhaps remote
This life despairs all who come to pass
Knowledge is regression
Time never lasts

Sanity
Definition
Destination
Unknown
No control
No problem

Who tells the clock how much time is left ?.....

one day I will be
perhaps after a few glasses of malt
as happy and free
as a carrot in orange juice.......with salt

So many issues in the human race

How many tests must we take ???
Why do so many suffer ??

Is this how it's meant to be.......?

Congratulations

Welcome

You have made the grade


Forget it !!

The endless sea stretches and yawns
Turbulence to calm
Emotions
Although not clear
Hope is on the horizon

watching the watchers
reverse psychopathy
nothing seen
sense of duty
here no evil
sense of humour

but I digress
too many distractions like colours in a peacocks tail
lead me from seeing the real thing
camouflage is only skin deep

break free from the burden of society

true life is outside the scope of rules

STOP THINKING
SEE NOTHING

this moment is all you need for peace

If the trees kept growing up to the stars
Would we climb as high as we do today

If the road kept going without any cars
Would we reach a place where we could stay

If the earth turned it's back for the sun to burn
Would the moon wave goodbye and just fly away

These questions and others we have learned
The answers as always we cannot say

The open door is not always a welcome invitation

Dawn breaks
Sun comforts
Day begins

Look around
All the colours of a new day
Blue sky
Green grass
And the warmth of the bright golden sun

Posted, delivered, discarded.

through the beige
find the colour of dreams
listen to the world
while man intervenes
forgive

This is reality
The summer
Only an escape
Yeah
Summer living
Some just existing
Where do we hope to be
Always looking to escape
Wanting for something better
Will we grasp it when it comes
Or let it slip through
Ahh
Here comes the wind again
Stirring the sand
Clearing the footprints

Deep, deeper, done

Just suppose
Now
Is everything

I must continue
I need to reason with this reality
Instructions and rules seem all that is left
Freedom can only be found in dreams
People no longer experience their existence
p.s.
Don't forget to vote

Eyes closed
Mind open

late evening and the sky reflects my feeling of relaxation
sleep is near and tomorrow will welcome the sun
meanwhile
I think
tiredness is a reality I can control
peace is a destiny I can't

My direction is simple
Take me to the horizon
Lead me from the gales

sunshine on the wall makes me smile
even in winter it fights against the oncoming storms
a little piece of joy
a lot like good health
not appreciated enough
our lives are filled with contradictions which is how it should be
it is harder to discover the true meaning if all feelings are known
but just to experience that fleeting moment of brightness
I know there is hope

I am not patient
Except when I am
I am not tolerant
But accept that I can be
I Love
But
Is it for personal gain
I cry
But
Is it to free my own pain
Do I go against all that I should be
Or
Do I realise
Through all my searching
That I find
I am
Who

I am

Don't try to do everything
It will tire you
And weaken you
The anxiety of failure will frustrate and upset
Do as is required when it comes along
Quiet of mind will make you strong

Knife strikes to cut
Air does not resist
The target is the point
The pain the sharpest kiss

Human
Nature
Indecision

Moments
Linger
Forgotten

T he
R esult's
U ndeniable
M r
P resident

Your talking eyes

Are a
Subtle
Distraction

They tranquillise

Before
Drowning
Quietly

In my own gravy

It seems history repeats itself because no one listens

Who tells the clock how much time is left ?.....

only a fantasy
rainbow points the way
my dreams
everyday
rain caressing dew
gone
its demise premature
no delay
remember
I am stray
in
humanity
we play

Sitting watching the cars go by
Travelling on the arteries of the country
Perhaps not the best term to use as clogged arteries are not to healthy

Carrying on with this analogy

Are car parks the fat deposits and city centres the bowels
Difficult then to find the brain or the heart in all this detritus.
It must be there somewhere
How else are we controlling this not so free flowing civilisation???

21st century rebels
Reflecting a faded vision of the past
Creatures with comforts
"civilised society"
The pain
Those stars
Simply dictate

Go home

Find your talent
Exploit it
Change happens

Join the movement of individual thought

The streets are uneasy at this time
When the twilight separates the day
Party goers , lonely wanderers, the disturbed
And yet
As the darkness fades
All takes on a new perspective

The real disappears and the routine begins once more
Uniformed of mind take their places in the daily experience  
Isolated beings for the sake of repetition and familiarity
Weak every day through the months and years
Until
All stops

Those in the shadows prefer the unknown and unexpected
The challenge of survival without a  fragile safety net
For it all ends for all
How we reach that point depends on our perception of a life lived

Train at the station
I'm not getting that one
Things seem to be moving too quickly
This great getaway should be a relaxing break
But it's standing room only for the next three hours
I step outside
It's quiet
Calm
All the travellers are away
I think I'll walk a bit and regain my peace