September 21, 2013

 

 

Travel back in time

to ‘Flashback’ land,

where a kaleidoscope

is at our command.

 

How rich the store

of memories there,

with well stocked

shelves of loving care.

 

In ‘Flashback’ land

there’s hall after hall,

of indexed information

at a moments recall.

 

How satisfying

to find solace there,

and of life, long forgotten,

to be made aware.

 

In ‘Flashback’ land

there’s a school of thought,

and a chance to correct

bad habits that were taught.

 

How valuable

just to sit and reflect,

on past misdemeanours

that only time can detect.

 

In ‘flashback’ land

there’s a floor of future dreams,

and a penthouse of hindsight

to now explore new schemes.

 

How fortunate to be blessed

with such a place,

though, sadly, new tomorrows

can never, the past replace.

 

 

 

 

 

September 16, 2013

 

 

Who bought what

from whom and when

will they next buy it

back again?

 

Who sold what

to whom and why

was there never,

a hue and cry?

 

Who gave what

to the world at large,

without expecting

a shoulder charge?

 

Who lost it all,

who saw no sense,

but now has freedom

as recompense?

 

 

 

August 27, 2013

 

 

The joy of hope ascending,

the doom of love descending.

The high of exhilaration,

the low of realisation.

The thrill of expectation

the hell of decimation.

 

 

August 24, 2013

 

 

 

When a heart is already broken,

and the biggest loss in life has occurred,

one becomes almost bullet-proof,

lost in a world where feeling aren’t stirred.

 

For to function and operate normally,

and fit into the human race,

one has to act out the motions,

and appear with a smiling face.

 

And although the world keeps on turning,

and tries to gather one up in its wake,

one can only deal with grief in ones own way,

before coming to terms with ones heartache.

 

 

 

August 9, 2013

 

 

When more is less

or more or less,

reduced from yesterday.

No more the stress

of carelessness,

is far, a better way.

 

When less is more

than was before,

some still left for today.

No more the need

for extravagance

and lower bills to pay.

 

 

 

 

July 31, 2013

 

 

Mirrors reflecting mother images

Clouds’ hiding what is beyond

Prisms the magic of infinity

Uniting and sealing the bond.

 

Opulence with its own grandeur

Diamonds bought in romantic haste

Turn out to be meaningless indulgences

With little more value than paste.

 

Freedom the priceless commodity

The joy of none directional routes

The coming together and leaving

Gladly wearing old hob nailed boots.

 

Horizons and new tomorrows

Shackles discarded forever at last

Empowerment being the one luxury

needed to exist in a world so vast.

 

 

 

July 29, 2013

 

 

It had to be left in the

place where he put it,

with the label clearly on view

Exactly one inch from

the fungal foot spray,

or the explosion,

in his head, blew.

 

 

July 27, 2013

 

 

No sense in gain

from illicit deceit.

No fence is worth the sale

of any goods on heat.

No pence, however small,

makes ‘wrong’ complete.

No hence or whence or why

can ever excuse a cheat.

 

 

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.

 

 

 

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