Free minds!
Free minds can’t see, free minds can’t be, It’s all an impossibility, freedom cannot be, There is no dictator, there is no creator, There is no future, there is no past, There is nothing here to last, Simple minds create the crimes, Profess the
When!
When the knowing becomes true, I don’t Talk to you, When the knowing is real, we know How we feel, When the knowing flows free, when We can see, That you are me, and all of this is Our fantasy, That’s when you BECOME me, REALLY!
For a friend who left.
I’ve watched tomorrow taken away because of today, Cries for help lost in the melee of life, unseen and unheard, No one is to blame, but still, to our shame, they fall, no Saviour all, those lost in their pain, no future, no gain, Giving it up, t
For you!
For those who care, the end of today signals A new tomorrow, and for those who fear, A new day will follow, For those that want to know, take the path Where you can grow, Who you are is who you were, one day, You will come to know.
Ask!
When you ask who am I, I shall say, go away, I know you, and you know me, so, remember Your part, go away, and take it to heart, And if you come back, look into my eyes, And see, that I will know your lies.
New!
What can you do to create a new you? Listen.....L Observe....O Verify........V Engage........E Herein endeth the lesson!
For those that know
An explosion of imagination created by one, to begin At the end, twas only fun, To know is the end, finally over and done, Played all the parts mother, father and son, And knowing means going , to start it again, Repeat, repent, rejoin and regro
Simple
What I have learned about life is its simplicity, To know its origin is lost in complicity, Its simply way that cant be told, Too many conditioned, stay in the fold, If you really knew you then you could be, FREE.
An honest question
Did we become us by accident, or was it by design? And when we die and resign, and leave this place for Another space, will you still be mine?
Tomorrow!
I think I have lost tomorrow, it was here yesterday, I have searched in everyway, it wont reappear come what may, So, I must adhere to what is here, so tomorrow is now, and this is what I see, what
No way back?
Flowers and trees, birds and bees these I know, but..... snow, on a summers day, this I don't know, what I see, is an anomaly, mother nature running free?, natural change? we can't rearrange or self design, have we crossed the line?
NEW?
So, imagination IS creation, I imagined you, you imagined me and that is what we see, Simple at first, but complex over eternity!, constant imagination creates complication, And now, we find ourselves HERE, in constant fear, of life and new creat
What's new!
Oh what is life?, poetry in motion? love? strife?, the beginning of a new life? when a baby cries, someone dies, the beginning and the end, the foe and the friend, and tomorrow will be................the same.........begin again ....same game!
Again!
And still we repeat, still we retreat, until we're backed into a corner, only then will the battle for survival become the host of a new revival, new wisdom to see, what things there could be, but twill only get lost in history. Again!
Unafraid!
Be not afraid, for tomorrow will be, this is not the end, not for you, not for me, And if they close your eyes for you tonight, you have nothing to fear, you will still be here, in a new form, a shining light, an energy so bright, nothing can take a
In constant motion
It seems to me we are not allowed to be constantly happy, Just when times look good, everything worked out as it should, suddenly the world, is clear as mud, No reason for it that I can see, just how it seems it is meant to be, Laugh today,
When! When! When!
When the flowers fail to bloom, when tomorrow comes to soon, When all that I could be was all that I could see, When yesterday is a memory, of what could or could not be, When today became the reality I thought I'd never see. When thoughts
Are we i wonder?
Honesty and integrity are the ideal of what we should be, truthfulness and clarity are what we should see, are we a minus or a plus, we won't make a fuss, I think that minus may win the game, I don't know, are we all the same?
Youthful
When I talked to the young, they had no reply, except to say, We are young, it's you that will die, I tried to explain life does not work that way, its all fun and games, until the day, the day that you pay, And no one does know, from day to day,
Not alone!
And you found yourself within the crowd, woke up to see, you were me, not left alone or left to be, a part of all, that's you and me!
Tomorrow?
Tomorrow becomes today and yesterday fades away, so the present is how we exist, there's no other way, there's nothing to resist, we can't bring back the past, and the future is not meant to last, for it suddenly becomes the.............. past. S
Where were you?
Where were you when Kennedy died? Where were you when Simpson lied? Where were you when you realised? Where were you?
Memories
Memories are all we leave, of who we are, what we did believe. Memories our loved ones hold, maybe, fanciful thoughts that were never told. Wandering, thinking, seeing the light, knowing what is wrong, and what is right. Finding yourself be
Really, it's only paper anyway!
I HATE when people tell me money does not grow on trees, its so annoying, I KNOW MONEY DOES NOT GROW ON TREES, I looked! But where does it grow?, not anywhere you or I know, tis in the coffers of the rich and powerful, in foolish hands, in fore
No guarantee!
Tomorrow will always come after today ends Tomorrow WILL be with or without you or me Today is where we are at right now No guarantee of tomorrow, no how So its strange to me and strange to see Such importance placed on what may never be.
War!
Thunder roars and red sky flies and blinding lights and something dies when all that was has ceased to be the end of life how it used to be when loss and grieving become the norm looking for heaven and finding hell, is this real who can tell, a night
List
I've decided to write my bucket list......... 1. Mop bucket Thats it!
Older and wiser?
We grow old, we get wise, But still we join those who dies, We give direction to the young, don't sing a song so well sung, But if they agreed and followed suit, in the end we'd all be mute, For nothing would change, nothing be new, not for me
I Really don't !
I really don't like the way you think, I really don't like your granite sink, I really don't like your taste in food, I really don't like your precious mood, I really don't like what you say, I really don't like everyone else must pay, I really
Who Knew?
Who decides?, who hides?, who becomes the leader?. Who becomes the feeder? Who creates the fear?, Someone near?, Who knew?, not me or you?, who knew? Who knew that we'd be here?, who knew?, who shed a tear? No one knew, this lasts for e
Just don't!
Secret intelligence from the survelliance "mast", shows life cant continue, it's growing too fast, ozone layers, emissions from cars, carbon footprints, it just can't last, The earth is heating up all too soon, the ice cap is melting, it's no
Your creation!
Did you ever feel detached from the human race? There was only you, nothing to face? You know that it's true?, there IS only you! You exist to exist that's true, And all that you'll be and all that you'll see, Is all your creation, how you want
To be or not to be, that is the question!
What do you think that keeps people here? The inherent fear? The wanting to go on?, keep singing their song? In the face of adversity, who would you be? Afraid to die?, afraid to live?, With nothing to give, could you resist? To end
Who cares?
And all that it is and all it could be, is a memory, A dream that exists then ceases to be, There is no beginning, there is no end, for tomorrow you'll be my best friend, Then we start again, lose that memory, think it's all new and wonderf
Tomorrow? Maybe!
Tomorrow is the start of what we want to be, tomorrow is the future, tomorrow is the key, And all that life has shown me, and all I want to see, is for tomorrow to make a difference, and that tomorrow may make.................sense!
Getting old!
I saw the stranger, he walked through my house, I saw him stand and stare, like he knew I was there, I watched him as he went on his way, I watched him, like he was here to stay, And I watched as he realised, that the mirror never lies.
the pub on poet's corner
I was mending a hull 'neath the crying gull when the call came down the line my dad had gone.. his time had come and a world of hurt was mine left my girl to anger swirl told her "needed space" but I was dust.. not even lust could the hurtin
shelter from the dorm
twas a time of fresh worn innocence, eighteen years of age, and the writ of my experience fell short upon the page, ragged as a student who had never eaten warm, come in she said and welcome.. to the ladies dorm hardly out of smallburg, green as a
When You're with Me
The feeling when there's love.
ERASED AND UNWRITTEN
A story of a long-distant relationship with a closeted monster / predator ...
"THE 3 A.M BREAKDOWN"
About a temporary setback in terms of mental health ...
The Journey Home
Age becomes you ,and life dissipates, it flows like water, like a river from the source starts as a trickle, becomes a stream, then a river, and finally joins the great oceans and now, you are not alone, at last, your lonesome journey has brough