I WILL BE ?
perhaps not
Wait and see

walking the path
clearing left
scrubby right
broken twigs decide

the world's gone mad
but business ain't bad
people living rough
but the bank can't get enough
we think that we know it all
but we don't do it
the sky is the limit
but there's a hole going through it

Relax
Nothing matters
Everything is impermanent

In the eyes of the teller the listener gives all
One sided conversation
Let's ask the wall
Polite nodding and smiling
Exacting and sincere
And do you agree with my view

"Sorry",
Try the other ear

It's nice to talk
To hear ones voice
But please remember
To take in what you're saying requires absorption and choice

lost for ages
thinking
not thinking
living

society
BURDEN
break free

thinking
nothing
PEACE

How sad not to experience the design of nature if you are constantly looking for the sun

it's evening
close the day behind me
my eyes are tired
nothing to do but relax
into my pre final daily ritual
the glass is primed
the moon flowers once more
this is hope

when the darkness appears
do not miss the light
when the darkness appears
worries will go
when the darkness appears
peace will be free

Stray thoughts
Drifting on a summer breeze
Feeling like the new dawn
Warming the disease

It's alright
All is well

This is my kinda heat

But it
Is
Really
The start of Hell

it's dark
mist on the glass
fog in my brain

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

Information overload
Every
Day
Hard to switch off
So much coming my way
I
Don't
Need
24 hour news
Giving me
21st century blues

I will be ?
perhaps not
Wait and see

Feel the pain of being alive

sometimes
it's good to know where we are
and what is good
in that moment
the thought is focussed
even if it seems irrational

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

P atience
U nderstanding
T olerance
I s
N on - existent


B uffoon
O r
R eally
I ncredibly
S mart


M eets
A ll
C riteria
R equired
O f
N apolean


B lasting
I nto
D emocratic
E ctoplasm
N ow


M adam
E xacts
R evenge
K eeping
E veryone
L our


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

The complexities
Of life
Are not ours
To suppose
Just take
A day at a time
And see
How
It
Goes

Leaders debate
People stagnate

Frozen to change
Immovable
Means nothing

watching the sky change colour
day to night
night to day
the real
no pyrotechnics
no perfect views
nature providing the soundtrack
welcome to the old days

no more bold in the afternoon
chaos by night
persistence is through
'til the end

Don't stare at the stars
Start up the stairs
You've got to keep going
If you're going to get anywhere

Eyes open

Walls
Roof
Home or prison

Eyes close

Water from the window within
It's cold

Thunder
Rain
No snow

Don't believe however it is told
Listen
Think
Resist
Question the facts
Break the mould
Within lies nothing
But opinion
And
Interpretation
Judge for yourself
Is it true
Or
Perhaps
Retaliation

World ends
World starts back up
World runs out of fuel
Sun refuses to help

Events deliver memories
  Mind games                
     Broken

reason to fly
empty sky
birds have sunk

his story      her story        their story

the past       the future       the same

       ?                   ?                       ?

Sometimes it's the only way to make sense of the world

Street scene
People mingle distantly
Talk is whispered
Not heard
Nowhere to go
No one to visit
Loneliness in the city
When all is hidden
Behind locked doors
And the rain is falling

Avoid goals
They are not real
The busy mind is preventing the joy of being alive

Trespassing in the wake of hope
I rise to the challenge of looking for optimism in all aspects of drama
To feel charged is preferable to being drained
What's the worst that could happen apart from the already inevitable

And cometh the morn
I am awake
not thru choice but the need to live

Who we are is all in the mind
Purpose projected by ego
A false importance of identity
Lose yourself
Accept the universe
Imperfection is perfect
We exist
Embrace the truth of our simplistic passage
We are not in control
Relax
Enjoy
Live

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

Green shoots pry
Into his house
The gardener waits
Listening in silence
And fails
They talk
They plan
Up the stairs
He is there
Our roots are not yet strong enough
But
He is weak
Wait
That noise
Rain
We grow

Awake

For another day
Unless I sleep

Daydream even
Bringing light to my world

For another day

through the morning mist they materialise
silent sentinels
that seem to rise
drawing hope from we who understand
the key of breath
the belief of man
without their presence
where would we be
our greed will **** us
long live the tree

by the morning my dreams had receded to reveal nothing
awake
back to reality
knowing all will repeat
even if I don't

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

Our actions can be words lost in translation

Timeless world
Holding heart
Arrested lifetime

I appear to have misplaced my life
I knew where it was until recently
but now
I can't find it anywhere

Stop
See
Suppose
How many pass the same way but the scene remains the same

dust from the moon
filters through
the stars sparkle

foreplay from Mars
Saturn rings
there's no reply

lost in isolation
complete me
under the sky

Its all here
they cry
but not yet

it is about
perhaps destiny
or for us

history