Rechercher sur ce blogue

mardi, juillet 29, 2014

In friendship we troth......

In Friendship we Troth

Friendship induces a certain delight
Like the randomness of a butterfly in flight
Friendship tears away looming walls
that stand sad and tall
It lights up that basement dungeon
where yesterdays tears hide for no reason
where comforting voices are hard to hear
and visions of future times not so clear
As each day measures individual significance
cloaked in illusions and defiance
Friends define the borders of affection
and limit the paths leading to destruction
Friendship is the refreshing kiss
that releases the sad souls wish
to erase various shades of blue
and paints bright colors of existence anew
Forget about a past that cannot be altered
that lives in the rear view mirrored
Seek new friendships along the road
cherish old ones good as gold
Gather friends with joy and dedication
During all times of all Seasons

vendredi, juillet 25, 2014

MH17.........

MH17

The fallen below full moon found
Litter the scorched pastoral ground
The drumbeat of dying hearts
Echoes across the globe as it departs
This scene of devastation and scattered dead
senselessly caused by men war led
We try to understand this moments depth
As tearful sorrow and deep regret
exposes innocent victims in incandescent white
That claim no connection to the mindless fight
They no longer sing the song of promise
their dreams have been suddenly recessed
by faceless executioners of this insanity
who hide their faces and identity
A deep and unified chord resonates in sympathy
from all who breathe the freedom of liberty
A chord for justice in the victims absence
Sights like these should never be seen
We should never hear that silent scream
and as pieces of our fractured hearts fall
 the sound of bells tolling is anguish to all

dimanche, juillet 20, 2014

UKRAINIAN DISORDER...

Ukrainian Disorder

Men who have the choice of killing
casually mock order and human caring
They cannot still my beating heart
but leave my spirit maimed and torn apart
I am the one pointing at peace with trust
I am the eliminator of confusion in all of us
I am order seeking to quench sorrow
I weep for the humanity of tomorrow

In the blood tinged lands everywhere
disorder drowns young innocence in fear
thoughtless times exist in numb souls
that ravage lives in high heaven flown
Strewn about pastoral fields and yards
caused by the dull brains of retards
As charred remains litter the ground
and wingless angels fallen are found
All this chaos in the realm of death
needs to cause UKRAINIAN regret
as disorder strikes under Summer sun
wrought by those with missiles and guns
Misery fares in a world lacking order
with victims laying in deserted bowers
Those flames of disorder burn in shame
In that miserable land of the UKRAINE



mardi, juillet 15, 2014

NUANCES....

Nuances

Days of life ever so tender
Like hanging sheets flapping in surrender
Are frozen in times remembered
just like a fly caught in amber
casting long shadows in summer sunsets
Darkness dilutes the light of regrets
 Visions are torched by the fires of anguish
Left on wet lips tenderly kissed
as soft winds whisper seemingly near
and carry moans on scented air
Spiritual love cannot master desire
that plunges us deep into fateful fires
We seek our own appointed heights
before elapsed time extinguishes our spark
and when desire ceases to burn
Our remains are confined to one small urn


jeudi, juillet 03, 2014

THE MOMENT....

The Moment

That sliver of time in your linear reality
passes through the present unnoticed too quickly
The now and past exist together separately
and that moment spent lives as history
Your hourglass is now half-full 
and your dreams half empty
Familiar reality exists as it should
within your imagined urban scenery
Time surrounds the present easily
and empties itself into yesterday
where the predicted future is an anomaly
that appears momentarily and does not stay
You seek to escape from your present
only to live in your exhausted past
There lies the problem in time spent
Your now happens much too fast
You cannot know the storm
until your mind records the activity
As your present and future ceases to be
You exist in your own history
Your today and tomorrow never happen
until the moment is experienced and recorded
Your today, if forgotten
will forever be absent, totally negated
So, don't forget moments spent magically
in the deep blush of momentary passion
Those times must be replayed constantly 
As moments spent in joyful satisfaction