scarwolve Poetry (54)

howling of the wind is a bliss
the heavy rain pounding against my skin
the suns rays burning me to a crisp
which should i pick

the wind makes my eyes water
the rain gets me soaked
the sun burns me bright red
which should i pick

should i pick one of them
our should i just pick all
you cant change the weather
so i say cope with all

which should i pick
a day of expanding my mind
our a day of careless fun
both have appeals which makes it
hard to choose from

should i pick one of them
our should i just pick both
decideing my day is hard for all

the human brain is complex
aswell as our thoughts
so many of our ideas
are processed by that mere thought

the power of knowledge
is a strength we must hold dear
held within your brain
trapped like a fly in amber

the knowledge we pass on
in books our by mouth
can be just as powerful
as any man made weapon

out in a pub
having a few pints
no care in the world
just out for the crack

A pint in hand
a packet of fags
a horse bet for the race

no care in the world
for those who pass us
with a pint in hand
we are all a clan

what beholds the wonders of water
the essence of life which we seek
the very essence we are made of
its the essence in which we drink

it covers most of the planet
yet not all of it is drinkable
it either salt contented
or is very polluted by fertiliser's

there nothing like sitting by a river
listening to the sound of fast flowing water
which puts me in a trance of relaxation
yet again most rivers are murky not crystal clear

go back into the ages you wouldn't find it a problem
pollution was low and rivers more clear
wildlife and fish did not lack
but now its bad enough to be constricted to water taps
than having the knowledge the essence of water around us
is mostly damaged

darkness creeps onto the light
like a very careful thief,
waiting for the right time
to rob us of our sight.

it lingers on and on
like a very heavy fog,
giving the uneasy feeling
as if someones following us.

darkness is a cloud of mystery
that's everywhere we go,
its also a symbol for rest
as we lay or heads down.

leaves falling onto the ground
water dripping after a storm
broken branches litter the ground
slowly rotting upon the ground

slowly making my way through the torns
slighty cut but never ever so cold
high winds freeze my hands
barely even able to hold my cigerette

reached the spot we looked for
but always dreading the wrong step
luckly we found or way across the flooded stream

made the choice to find a new path back
stumbling on flooded ground destroying our clothes
at least the path got easier once we found a road
walking back past the traffic at least ive made it back

searching for the lost treasure
of which i being trying to find
the sparkle of the coins blinds my eye.

wearing nothing but baggy clothes
that don't suit me at all
its time for a overhaul.

the treasure we seek at the end of the light
is just as magnificent as the gleam in your eye
be aware be smart be aware of your instincts
and always follow your utmost desires.


(a poem for those who put there own meaning into it)

There is something about
the morning chill
that greets me every morning.

there is something about
the way it whips my face
that refreshes me every morning.

A cup of tea, a piece of bread
is a good way to start the day.
while relaxing in with the morning chill
how it greets me everyday.

the new year has started
what is awaiting us is it
doom and gloom or is it good news

what has it instore for us
or is it all the same news
only time will tell what
what kind of news.

the new year has started
ever so fast will it fly by
as fast or will it take its
time for us to catch up

will it keep on a normal pace
or will it go to slow for us
only time will tell as the
new year has only began

sense of hope can be found
within the folds of paper
wrapped tightly around a box
and a pinned pink bow on top

under the tree you will find
these parcels of gifts bunched up
under the sparkleing lights of the tree
waiting for the midnight call of laughter

the day awakens its time to unwrap
the sound of ripeing has engulfed the house
the hope of happyness has come to light
under the sparkleing lights.

snow falling heavily opon the trees
snow gathering on top of trees
a time to reflect on what we have
as the festive season has began

a time to share or momments
a time to give out presents
a time to reflect on what we have
as the festive season has began

the air is chilly as our hands go blue
shivering outside with high vibration
stacks under christmas trees sign of good faith
its a time to refkect on what we have
as the festive season has began

love blossums like a flower
growing in the spring morning
love has its own scent
so much like that flower

love can come in singles
it can come in bundles
its how its presented
that brings its power

its the one power we all seek
to keep us strong and kind
to keep us in check within ourselves
hopeing to find the love we find