Flow

The stars they sit and litter the sky

The ocean pounds the beach

I sit in darkness, the tide is high

And with pen and paper I preach

 

Of the insane serenity I feel right now

Ignoring the wind and cold

My sole focus is on why and how

The answers of life untold

 

But……

 

It’s when I don’t question

That I begin to see

Without thought or suggestion

This life was meant for me

 

All the ups, all the downs

All the smiles, and all the frowns.

Even now as I sit in peace

All life’s questions truly cease

 

For I do not care of the bad or good

I care only to learn

To better my life as I should

For that I truly yearn

(C) 2009

The Light

The deprivation was not a rendition

Of what I thought I had become

It was in fact emotional commission

Of a child becoming one

 

The one who grew from the pain of the past

Was a man discovering himself

The time alone was violent contrast

A life as it sat on the shelf

 

Was it really lying dormant

Or did the subliminal message creep through

Life just became much more constant

This light provides a new view

Its amazing how one relatively unknown

Can make you realize the simplicity

You can find that feeling so close to home

It re ignites the electricity

 

So clearly it becomes apparent to me

No issue is ever that great

As the answer that will set you free

Quite promptly lies in your fate

 

Another chapter has been created

The grass is greener than ever

All the bother is now abated

Building upon new endeavour

 

The light it brings into my life

Is something that reverberates

Through my body like a knife

The feeling just regurgitates

Again and again the passion grows

In such a short frame of time

How it happened, no one knows.

But why question that which is fine?

 

This light will grow, from what I see

Into something I haven’t felt

I am sure, apparent it will be

Something positive I have been dealt

(C) 2009

The Turnaround

The man behind the mask

Conceals great emotion

Sharing his thoughts is a task

Petrified of the notion

 

Putting trust into another

The ultimate cardinal sin

A human being unable to discover

With a patience wearing thin

 

But he is just an immature child

For feeling alone he makes excuses

He has a mind that’s running wild

Unjustified for those he abuses

 

The turnaround is only apparent

When he wants the change

The issues all become transparent

And the world it seems so strange

 

We all know addiction is hard to lose

To see it you don’t need a clairvoyant

But if it’s a new found life you choose

Everything will seem more buoyant

(C) 2009

Life Abomination

The destruction we do unto this earth

Is nothing short of vile

The rubbish we feed just growths in girth

While we all live in denial

 

Air we breathe slowly infects

Although we fail to know

The impact on life as it dissects

And continually disrupts the flow

 

We feed our realm with pollution of sorts

For the greater good of man

And the ramifications we attempt to thwart

Just because we can

 

But if we were to forecast the effect

Of all the damage caused by greed

We would surely have grounds to expect

Trouble for those that we will breed

(C) 2009

Insipidity

April 6th 2009

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I look outside…

 

The ‘insipid’ weather strikes me

Like a contrast to my life

As right now I live happily

Relaxed and free of strife

 

I look outside the window

My sun tries to break through

Fighting to overcoming the struggle

Of the grip of the untrue

 

This of which is speak

Is not weather related

The meaning is oblique

Nothing normal is abated

 

As the rays begin to shine

My message it is clear

That seen as ‘ugly’ is actually fine

But my actions still reflect my fear

 

My fear of succeeding in life

The world I am scared to explore

The risk of failing cuts me like a knife

But I feel the urge grow more and more

 

To take that knife and dig it in

Coming out alive and well

Because no matter what is forced within

Anything negative can go to hell

 

Life begins when you take that chance

And decide to contest this existence

Beating your demons and making a stance

Without providing resistance

(C) 2009

The Falsified Life

Friday may 15 1:36am

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His eyes burn right through me

Like a man abusing power

Glaring at us all as we be

And line by line we cower

 

Waiting for the next instruction

To move like another number

Down the product line of destruction

In our brainwashed martial slumber

 

Thrown to the proverbial pack of dogs

Given absolutely no hope

Treated like lifeless stones and logs

Abused to test the ability to cope

 

This game is never meant to be easy

A challenge that some can relish

With the innate emotion of being uneasy

Our corrupted minds we embellish

 

A group of nobodies taught to lose

Every piece of freedom they possess

Removed from the ability to think or choose

A mechanical life by way of duress

 

Taught to fight for a specific reason

Regardless if it’s wrong or right

Killing, this is the current season

Throughout the day and into the night

 

Number by number, without a name

We throw ourselves forward proudly

While we fail to realize the absolute shame

As our conflict clarifies it loudly

 

The shame of fighting to be free

When the cost is all too dear

Freedom is the ultimate plea

Loss of life the ultimate fear

(C) 2009