July 15, 2013

 

 

Oh passionate soul

with urgent needs

and hunger the catalyst

that on survival feeds.

Seek ye not the path

where nettles lay

in the dense undergrowth

of yesterday.

 

 

 

 

 

Oh fantasy,

that is blind love

for now

and nothing more than

passion anyhow.

A broken promise

and forgotten vow.

For sake of sanity

exit with a bow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The monster hat of lunacy

The prickled skullcap of pain

The mortar board of success

The bejewel’d crown of reign

 

 

 

 

Upon this earth we dwell

as best we can

In harmony and trust

with fellow man

Until the time when

in our coffin lay

A job well done

until the close of day.

 

 

 

 

Oh God, I sat there

mesmerised as he

analysed each word.

His trained voice bringing

a whole new meaning

to ones I’d thought absurd.

 

 

 

 

 

Today is yours and

all things are possible

Tomorrow is but a day

that might never be

Live in the present,

wasting not a single

moment

The future is for fools

too numb to see.

 

 

 

 

 

They will go and you

know they should

Evolution being healthy

for the blood.

They will return

if given wings to fly

All journeys then a

a temporary goodbye.

 

 

 

 

 

Fear blueberries

at your peril

Denounce grapes

and go to hell

Resist the rash

from a strawberry

and in a fruitless

kingdom dwell.

 

 

 

 

 

Panic not son;

The water is not so deep

that you will drown

A mere trickle will land

on your forehead during

the performing of the

ritual and then you will

become one of us and

saved from the devil and

the Loch Ness monster.

 

 

 

 

 

Taking a moment out

from his daily grind,

a long hot summer

returned to mind.

Only fleetingly was there

a chance to look, at that

amazing page from his

memory book.

 

 

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