Here at the waters edge.
Where forest limbs reach for me
There betwixt this greenery
And yon further bank
Within a quietened flow of life.

I hear my own hearts pulse
in sync with the rivers flow
hope you too are trying to see through
the pitch darkness
a light within me
that shines
my love only for ye

day in day out
be it summer
autumn or winter
through the snows of December
I still hear my faint heart’s
hope in murmur
you are somewhere there
waiting for me.

Roundworms Tables and Clowns

They don their crowns as
they sit at the round table,
talking about war, well
those who are able.

They don’t see war as
life or death, but more
of a means to an end.
They’ll not be the ones
taking a final breath, to
busy counting the cost
of every bullet or missile
they send.

Oh they won’t pay for the
artillery, men or bullets that’s
used, they’re simple silly men
who never answer for whatever
they’ve abused.

Life claims to remain the same
insane, untrue
Who knew the subtle clues
left behind for us to find
combined
with the lies that are already tried,
we would still survive?

Through the mess of disgrace
laid at our feet we,
of course
want to weep keeping a seat
on the throne of our despair will open
our eyes to
trivialized appearances
minimalized perseverance of
moral kindness taken for granted
oral blindness leaving us frantic

Who says this love, our love
Shall fade into the mists of time?
I lay my heart like a rainbow field before your feet
Walk with me into time
Into time beyond time

For even as the ages pass
Ours shall always be melodies
Like the sweet songs nestling in the olives,
- the honeyed tunes amid the hollies

Lie beside me in this grove,
Oh gentle love
Whisper to me
Fill the void in my soul
And calm the shrills amid the cold