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July 22, 2013
A planted seed that
never should have been
Now decades on still
remains unseen.
The gift of life –
A random gene
Is now the time to
finally come clean?
July 15, 2013
And in a life
that had a
chequered past
And mud once
slung was
surely there
to last
And fortune cookies
eaten until sick
No other option
was there
but to tick.
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.
June 20, 2013
Come back to your homeland
and your friends, be among.
To remain imprisoned in this
crazy, self imposed exile, can
only be wrong.
Come back to New York
where you belong.
May 26, 2013
What fool, whilst on a whim,
would leave for pastures new, in order,
a better lifestyle to pursue?
What fool, without a care,
would seek out greener grass, only to
end up in some concrete underpass?
What fool, who saw the folly of his ways
would disappear and put himself to graze?
What fool, who stark reality could not face
would regret forever, fleeing his home base?
April 9, 2013
What’s ‘forever’ when one is
finished anyway? It’s only the
blue horizon, and as far as the
eye can see.
Why worry about the future, when
we are all but dead leaves on a tree.
None of us being immortal, nor
ever reaching eternity free.
Think hard until you find the answer
It’s there somewhere gathering dust.
Use it, or lose it forever
Don’t let the mind turn to rust.
April 3, 2013
Simmering gently,
Coming to the boil.
Bubbling nicely,
Worth all the toil.