A SELECTION OF POETRY for your enjoyment
THE CYCLE OF LIFE
To sit here and watch the beauty that has completed the Earth
The life that survives here, birth after birth
Have no fear of bad it is merely an imperfection
An insecure state of mind in a surroundiing of congestion
Beauty will summon you to lay all your defences down
Portraying an image of idealism, visualised without a sound
Do not destroy your beliefs, they make you what you are
You compliment the Earth's beauty, all that surrounds you, near and far
To sit here and watch the beauty is a satifying place to be
I yearn for nothing more than for you to be here with me
thanksgiving
Today, for the longest time, I sat staring out the window
Orange leaves, like passing seasons, waved aimlessly
The incertitude within me seemed to identify
As winter lingered under painted skies of promise
Thanksgiving sections me into a glass of many colours
I see the images of pumpkins and pilgrims
Through the mirror of reflections, I see the smile of my mother
Quiet inside the frame of what will be her heavenly colour
One may meditate on any aspect of this special holiday
Thankful for things in the past, present and this moment
In the field of November thoughts, amid pumpkin pie
I am thankful this day, for God's mercy, and his amazing grace
dipped in autumn
Home sweet memory, dipped in autumn
I awaken within the breath of you
Wandering through foothills of simplicity,
I erase complexities from the hour-glass
As I curl up in the arms of Morpheus
Lord of the sky and God of dreams
I long for the place where cognition
Sweeps across my mentations
Where contemplation meets with direction
And my course is no longer stayed
By swirling eddies and nonsensical image
Lord of the sky and God of dreams
Ennui buffets me from the inside out
Ink stains mimic the colours of who I am
In a lifetime of wandering in seclusion
I long for you amid the foothills of simplicity
kindred spirits
Interlacing minds inside arcanum places
Where things of like interest create like faces
In mentational corners of their cranial mirror
Synchronizing sketches of a make-believe scene
Inside connected minds that cannot be seen
As the picture becomes clearer
The eye of both minds create the perfect stage
They read each other without turning the page
Filling in the blanks, subliminally merging
In a world of dreams time ebbs away
Into silent soliloquies where two minds convey
Interwoven messages as inaudible communication
in the pouring rain
Raindrops are holding a piece of my heart
Falling from the fading argent sky
I would catch a few and send them to you
If only I could keep the envelope dry....
Bitter is the distance, that lies between you and I
I've become lost amid clouds tinged in blue
Wearing colors of each mood; these things I deny
Do you think it an accident that I whisper of you?
Blow ye winds of winter, adrift without direction
Bring his love into the harbour of my soul
I'll build a shelter inside the sun's reflection
As I shield him from tomorrow's cold
We can walk across the city in the pouring rain
Not measuring the minutes as we grow old
We'll bury the purple darkness of yesterday's pain
Blend with the raindrops, watch the world unfold
wings of time
I love the spray of morning upon the wings of time
dashing to and fro, in my chequered red table cloth
Splotched with cherries and sparkling red wine,
it matches my style, this checkered red table cloth
If you see me floating by on a golden lily pad,
you'll know that it's the place I want to be
The whispering of the leaves take away the sad,
as I float by, so know, it's the place I want to be
I'll find an old tree trunk and carve us a picnic table
where gypsies light lanterns and hang out to play
It's true you know, it's not just a dusty old fable
You'll find me here, where I hang out to play
Come stand in my thought fields and wave with me
No one needs to know there's really nothing here
Now close your weary eyes so that you may see,
although there's really nothing here...