The Beginning
     The                Distance

The End

Can time be wasted if it is not defined
Can love prevail it we are not inclined
Does ego exist only in your head
Will life go on even if your dead

Reinvention or
Rewriting
The script
Changes
With the times
Perhaps
Too many times
The realisation of who we are and what it's all about
Distorts

Love
Peace
Acceptance
Tolerance


The be all
To be all

beautiful day
no room for sadness
white dove dreams

Waiting for something to happen
Bird calls
What else is there ?

Waiting for something to happen
Bird calls
What else is there ?

Eyes closed
Mind open

You

Have the right

To be

Life is a book you will only read once

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

or else
the future
is lost
within dreams

chasing the mushroom
always just too late
once again left in the dark

It seems history repeats itself because no one listens

The open door is not always a welcome invitation

life is poetry
dreams
challenges
unknown futures ( and presents)
all await the discovery of the creative mind

And all because the quest for the desired and perfect life leaves no room to be human

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

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

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

To be honest
I'd be lying if I told you the truth

Future screams come

Present dreams roam

Past seems tome

STOP
Look around
It is happening
Do not move
Do not speak
Do not think
See
Hear
It is alive
In its own mind
The city
Of dreams
Of hopes
Of schemes
All
Confused
But still breathing

In the night
I stand alone
Free
From all
Who do not condone
The lifestyle
Of a sixties kid
Who wants to do what his heroes did

cascading through the storm surge
I reach for the vine
but drown in my addiction

cascading through the storm surge
I reach for the vine
but drown in my addiction

Drink
Definitely
Deprives
Decent
Drivers
Dynamic
Decisions

I think myself to another level
A consciousness of my own
Needing freedom to live in this projection
Finally realising
We are limited in the control of our lives in this uncertain future

Morning stroll along the fragrant path towards the chill of the woods
I stop before going further to clear my mind
Too late
My senses have already revealed the future

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

Alone
On a busy road
Watching the trains go by
Into tunnels that lead
Everywhere
Except where
He wants to be
Too fast for the catch
The net not big enough
However
The past reminds him
Don't lead a forgetful future
All is as it seems
At least in this time

In the beginning there was silence
Oh for the old days!

talking exhales our initial thoughts
not deep enough to mean anything
just the start of freedom
life is listening
just don't speak

Taste the hops !

letters deep in piles awaiting collection by the people who fail to exist except in a virtual society convincing themselves that reality is really made up of millions of pixels each vying for their own piece of freedom but finally realising that the letters are the true alphabet of life

To destiny I leave hope
To history I leave soap
To now....
I leave

respect
requires
reason

under a watermelon sun
the grain of sand casts a long shadow
pointing the way to a butterfly moon
for all to follow

I am not here
Not as I
Can be present
Through the invisible highways
That transmit my ramblings
To where they finally rest
I don't know
But
If you find them
Then I told you so

falling
further
faster
frequently

The dawn rolls out a new day
No past grudges
Embrace joy

I open the door
Welcome the sun
Put away the umbrella

head below water
that moment of breath
balanced between two worlds
here or there
a choice that is not always my own
before inhaling the future

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

Leaders debate
People stagnate

People wait
Leaders stagnate

For an instant
The dust tastes safe
Broken bones heal

Awake to reign
Windows
Blurred

escaping darkness
enveloped in dreams
glimmering
watching
alive in shadow

Winter
I spring
I rise
Forward
No purpose
The path changes
The brightness beckons

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