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THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part III: Poetic Pillars – Monads: The Harp ***
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*** Grains of wheat ***



“A
Grain
Of wheat
In my hand,
- One
World
At rest,
In each shore
Of my thoughts; –

*** Root ***

Each
Grain
Of wheat
On this land
- Has
Known
The soft word,
Where mild winds
Blown to the mill; –

*** Root ***

Up
There,
To the hill,
- While these stones
Break
Still;
My mind
Seems to count
Grains of wheat – ”




©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

Fascinating watching those people run on the field
Chasing the colourful ball that can be difficult
Running using their legs to kick run score and win
Some players use their head literally
Can you imagine heading the ball?
It would knock me out
The world cup is exciting
The energy can be draining
Everyone is going for the ball
The goalie is surprisingly stopping the ball
Many years ago the Cameroon players were killed on their flight
They recruited new players so quickly
And this team was extremely competitive
Like the ghost were helping them
Exciting times this footbal or soccer
What a thrill!
South Africa is the place to be
However I prefer to watch it on tv

I have been dragged into the jungle again
Full of darkness fear and pain
Why should this happen again and again
Have I been so hard to tame, and I have never maimed

So where here from now I have no friends they ran with fear
Demons abound and tormentors thrive I just cry cry cry
It's funny now, I have been here so many times
These horrid sad beings deserve my pity not my fear

Well I think I know which way to go there will be pain and sorry
There will be grief with loss and there will be joy with gain
A new life to start again new friends, some old back from the jungle
I now embrace the fear of love and the jungle is my back yard

precious seconds quickly die
never to return
never to buy
minutes for..... them to make
on there way to
hours.... can't fake
turn the hand again and again
twenty four
a day to gain
or should i say to lose that is
seven of these
a week to give
away to some.....some so blunt
to disrespect
turns to month
and then ...... before you know
twelve of these
and a year does grow
and once again birthdays arrive
and the clock of life
resets to strive
to spend the seconds oh so well
for what they cost
only you can sell
cram every breath with life you can
a joy to live
that is the plan
share your wealth and your woe
share your love
and watch it grow
moments will .....always be there
amidst your life but with
precious seconds...... take care

The last attempt at being happy man
By pressing ‘gainst all curves, all bends
Of prattling whiteness trembling in embrace,
Taste elder-berries in narcotic haze.

The last attempt at being happy man,
As if it is my ghost that’s standing on a cliff
About to jump - escape all hurts he’s felt
To where I was broken long ago to bits.

There on my broken bones that rest
A dragonfly has settled for a time,
And ants are quiet visitors and guests
Of empty sockets of my former eyes.

I’ve turned to soul. I’ve slipped out of the matter,
Escaped from medley, hash of broken bones,
But I’m so sick of being ghost, a specter,
And gravitate again to chasms where I belong.

A ghost in love is scaring more than dead.
But you were not afraid, have rightly guessed,
And like in precipice into each other we then fell,
But spreading wide its wings to all embrace
The precipice then lifted us on misty haze.

It’s not on bed that we are resting thus,
But on a fluffy mist that’s barely holding us,
I’m ghost, no, I will not be broken twice,
But you’re alive. You make me worry much.

Again in circles raven flies in mourning clad
Awaiting mortal flesh fresh on a battlefield place.
The last attempt at being happiest man.
The last attempt to fall in love, be blessed.

1986
Yevgeny Yevtushenko.
From a collection of poems “Slow Love”

Shine expelled from leaves of green
Once drenched in rain, gives sheen
Twinkle lights, as sun reflects
Clouds close rank, again to check

Changes of attitude, by weather
Heavy rainfall, once tethered
Coats a scene, dull and grey
Until sun tries, just cannot stay

As better weather takes hold
From morbid dark, light turns bold
Changes in climate, must stabilize
As sequence, anticipations rise

Struggle between, fair-fine-bad
Adds to emotions, led by real sad
As hope lies in wait, for a sun to shine
Spirits explode, until soon they'll shine

- The Road Home -

A Song about Faith

Why can’t we remember the way that the sun shines?
Why can’t we go back to a simpler time?
It is only too late when we give up what we hold dear,
It is the time for us to draw ourselves near!
The road winds forever, when you are far from home,
The road is the longest when you walk it alone.
Magic is not distant; we have lost it through our lies…
Magic is within us; let it take you where it flies!

Follow the road home,
Follow the way you know.
Don’t listen to the doubters,
For they are the cowards!

Where is the song that the angels were singing,
Where is the sound of the music that was ringing?
Still in the shadows, waiting for the moment to arise,
Still in the distance, there waits the blessed sunrise!
So far from home, how can we find the way back?
So far from peace, below skies growing so black…
The children are praying while we keep walking.
Too many decisions, and way too much talking!

Follow the road home,
Follow the way you know.
Don’t listen to the doubters,
For they are the cowards!

Why can’t we remember the way that it used to be?
Why can’t we go back just to yesterday?
It is only too late when we give up the hope we hold,
It is the time to come back within the fold!
The road winds forever, when you have lost the faith,
The road is the longest when down is your face.
Hope is not distant; we have lost it through our cries…
Hope is within us; let it take you beyond the skies!

Follow the road home,
Follow the way you know.
Don’t listen to the doubters,
For they are the cowards!

Where is the game that the children were playing,
Where is the peace that we just keep on delaying?
Still in the shadows, waiting for us to open our eyes,
Still in the distance, past where the wind still sighs!
So far from home, how can we find the way again?
So far from peace that we can no longer condemn…
The angels are praying while we keep dreaming,
We have but to listen, and stop all our screaming!

Follow the road home,
Follow the way you know.
Don’t listen to the doubters,
For they are the cowards!

I Am He


As I lay in the green open fields of life
My eyes closed,skin tingling and sensory
I sense the silence, feel the warmth of the sun
The light of the heavens through my eye lids

Thoughts rushing,gushing in and out of my mind
Now setting loose and free all that was
Purging my soul of its weight
Erasing my struggle and hurt

I dose into the land of dreams and fields of gold
Warmth and calm engulf me
I open my eyes slowly adjusting to the blinding new light
For it is a beautiful vision before me

The shroud of darkness is gone from this place of dreams
Blackened tunnel life I had ,crashed and corroded away
Freshness and lust of life filling my soul, my mind
How was I so blind to not see all these wonders

For it is a re-birth a new life of hope and joy
Electricity charging my spirit,my soul, my blood
I stand gaze around me and realise how I lost myself
For I am found, returned of old the man I should be

Once more, Once more, I am He

if i were skunk and you were drunk would you make it into the bunk,
fat or thin roll on over because thats were it all begins ,
if i throw the first punch could you supply my lunch a knuckle sandwich old uncle thanks very much,
look theres a gal hot as my bod she could be a trout across the face my boy for the way you chat about,
these are all actions my friend of a drunk made in the street,
thanks old mate for your gratitude oh how i would love to meet you so,
a thanks my friend from a mate of a grave long descent,
say gday to all my old friends and supply them with a bourbon my friend,
and then say welcome to old jack my friend.

BETTER DAYS

Better days are on its way, they say
But then, what is the delay
By the way, who are "the they"?

The “they” whom you never see
Do they get paid to say “better days are on its way?”
So that we can say, “they say”.

Where are the better days?
Is it only for a selective few?
That does not necessary needs pay.

Does money play a part?
In the rich fools heart?
That will never reach you from the start
For the poor will be at it like a dart.

Who will understand the ways?
Of the poor and needy heart?
When the rich go on horse back
While the poor and outcast goes on foot

The poor looks for a place to sleep
Something to eat
God you see and do not sleep
Save us from the deep
In your own time and way

So …. Where are the better days
Spoken by so many
If the underdogs, run around without any money.
Having to steal for something that “they” called pay.

The rich cant’s sleep in the park
For the night will be disturbed
By the stray dogs bark

The poor sleeps like a king in the park
For not even the stay dog will have to spark
It only bark at the moon
For in the poor person’s pocket is only something calls doom.

The rich says “let us sign the deal”
The poor man says “please buy me bread”
But somewhere between rich and poor
Is death standing at the door?

Better days may come tomorrow
But then who is the thieve that hinders
Better days while we are on our pillow?

The thieve only come to steal rob and destroy
And the poor, only gash their teeth
Even if they are false
And can’t eat any beef.

The rich and famous does not have to say
“Better days are on the way”
For they have their better days right now
And their pay cheques that matches many people’s entire lives pay.

Why does God allow certain things…
To happen in our lives?
God answer me soon, for my very bones
Are dried up and I feel deprived
Even my food taste like stones.
But yet, I will trust you Lord.

As for me I will trust the Lord
Even if “they” say better days are on the way
Let us not believe what “they” say
Even if they only rely on their pay.