Poem – Pursuits

All the folks on the pursuit of joy, 

Ride a rollercoaster across time

Finding and losing at each bend

The feel of terror in all its ecstasy

The bends, ups and downs, excite

 

All the folks in pursuit of love

implode in a vacuum of the self

a fight to gain emotion in another

to be spellbound in the heart’s clutter

Falling in and out of the holes of others

 

All the folks in pursuit of meaning

Search the corners of the their planes

To gain value in the muscles of their souls

To find something of sustenance

To bea able to brearth out life, not just in.

 

All the folks in pursuit of Joy

Reap the fruit from the friendships found

So that they can drink its wine in celebration

To feel the burn of life our veins

So that it may carry us through the gloom

 

For all the folks in pursuit of life

Panic along a rollercoaster in ecstasy

As they find and lose the emotion in our hearts, 

As meaning is found and lost in our plunder, 

So that we can drink the wine our creation. 

Poem – Like a God Like You

Like a mountain spring, 

You flow through me. 

With non-perennial waters, 

I’ll never thirst again. 
Like the sun on my back, 

Your light warms my smile. 

With rays made of gold, 

You bring worth to my day. 
Like the back of a Brumby, 

You carry me when weak. 

With trusted strides, 

We march on to victory. 
Like a knight’s armour, 

You strengthen my will. 

With polished silver, 

I will stay true. 
Like a God like You, 

You will stay with me. 

With untainted love, 

You watch over me. 
I will remain strong, 

In your arms I rest 

Poem – King of Beasts

Man has built an empire from dust today, 

a world separate from that of the beasts, 

govern by a new order, both civil and just, 

executed by mere men with precision.

Man has achieved a prestigious deed; 

He has created a kingdom to his own image.

 

Cultured by that what we’ve created, 

our power flourishes like locusts in the wind.

For we are the mechanics of our order, 

with facts of science and supreme logic, 

we evolve and indulge in self preservation, 

as we feast on the fruits that we bare.

 

No more need for outside guidance.

For we are the masters of our own world, 

We will govern our order as we see fit, 

for a God’s law are but subjective to our own.

for we’ve created a piece of heaven.

For we are almighty! Creators of Babylon.

 

Fools…

 

What have we become? 

We crave blood like the beasts themselves.

Our order devours at the filth we’ve created

As we feed on our own decaying flesh in lust, 

for gain, to power, to sex, for hierarchy.

We have become the most savage beast of all.

As we gladly bathe in the blood of our neigbours. 

Poem – Jewels of a Desertscape

Like a flawless ruby of the setting sun, 

you radiate clearly across the skies, 

in an array of soft and tender tones, 

your splendour and warmth, ethereal.

Your warmth keeps my sorrow at bay.
Like a million sapphires eroding the earth, 

you flow through the plains of my heart, 

beyond the shifting dunes into my veins

with crystal waters of tranquil purity.

Your waters bring life to my barren soils.
Like the rounded pearl of the full moon

your light screens the void of the night.

with light glimmering in a silvery array

across the scapes like diamonds in the sand.

My beacon against shadows of my night
For your love is like a precious gift.

No Pearl, nor Gemstone or even Diamond

can match the serenity of your love for me. 

Poem – Grand Equation

In a Grand Formula depicting our world

all variables, equate to zero, to nothing, 

for all our actions conjure in a vacuum, 

as the Sun burns out, so do we shower in it.

Nothing is ever gained, nothing is ever lost.
From the dust we’re molded

the pain of labor brings joy, new life

and from its passing comes sorrow

as we return to that same dust

A continuous cycle of recycled dirt.

 

For our Joy is equal to our sorrow

and the good of our hearts to evil of our lusts

but, such things are indefinable, immeasurable

For the decision we take on the immeasurable

creates the definable, the measurable, value.

 

For we all but variables in a Grand Equation

in the end, it’s not your worth that matters

for all values are opposed, nullified to zero

In the end; it’s your polarity that counts

and how you’ll be corrected from the Grand Equation. 

Poem – Feeling

How does one write what one feels, 

how do you pour your heart around that 

steal ball in your ballpoint pen. 

Words have definitions, you can look them up and 

you’ll find their meaning, 

but how does one use such paraphernalia 

to explain that what is so imaginarily abstract? 

What is emotion, feeling? 

It’s not language; language is set, predictable and knowledgeable. 

Emotion is not. Emotion is individualistic, raw and disobedient. 

You can master a language but emotion has no syntax. 

What I feel is unique, you cannot comprehend it… 

Poem – Dearest Divinity

Vacant homes in a grey landscape

set against a purple sky with a tired sun

as rivers of red rages on with sick and sin 

this fills my portrait which I now share

Cause this world does not equate

as voidless shadows lurks it face
Day by day, sunrise to sunset

hour to hour, mere spaces in time

In search of that which I do not know

I wonder around as if blind

In streets with no names, 

I find nothing here, but cold
Dearest Divinity shine down upon me

As if I was your only true love

Surround me with your majesty

And repair my broken wings

Show me a path to walk along

Cause this world does not equate, 
Show me a world of enchantment

a place where the birds orchestrate 

with their songs of beauty and grace, 

as the wind waltz’s along carefree 

swaying in the branches of the trees

as they swirl and twirl in wondrous delight
Show me a place where angels gleam

as they commune in sweet unison, 

laughing, singing, dancing as they feast, 

show me a world of deliverance, 

where I can spread my wings and fly, 

cause this world does not equate. 

Poem – Candy

Candy, 

it wasn’t that he tried to ruin your life, 

he was merely trying to make his better. 

He came into your life with a bang and you liked it, 

everything beyond him was insignificant. 

The moments he gave you were of liquid, 

drowning in everything so beautiful. 

You had finally found that magic glue 

that held all other things together, 

you were so perfectly complete. 

It was lethal, but you liked it. 
But, the day he left, 

was the day the sky turned in on it self, 

no more air to breath. 

Everything beyond him was insignificant 

The moments he gave you are of liquid, 

drowning in everything that should’ve. 

From glue to wax 

all other things now lost 

as you sit there so completely frozen. 

It is lethal, but you know this 
The tide has come and gone, 

as you lay there, stranded on the sand, 

What was, now is, 

once a rock, now sand. 

From Yellow, to Black, to Purple, to White… 

Candy, is no more. 

Poem – Black

Black vacuum in my sorrow, 

suck me in as if air, 

to fight, is futile, 

ever large, ever present.

 

Black clown in my paranoia, 

toys with me as if mad, 

fill my senses with electricity, 

to catch him, impossible.

 

Black general in my rage, 

poisons my blood with filth, 

fills my veins with kerosene, 

blinding resentment accumulates.

 

Black orchestra in my madness, 

fills my ears with deafening pain, 

distorts the filters through which I see, 

deeping wedge in my foundations.

 

Black Satan in my life, 

grounds me by his immense gravity, 

chained like a dog by the neck, 

amputate the life i’ve been given.

 

Chilling grip they have, 

after all it’s my light they fear. 

Poem – The Artist

In deafening silence she examines

 the portraits of her begoned past, 

surrounding her entity with dark, 

pieces of life lost in every one. 
That what she has painted haunts 

the empty hours late at night, 

that what was sculpted in love, 

now brings forth tears of silver 
Back broken and barely breathing 

I deliver you a matt woven canvas, 

with pallets of joy and happiness 

And brushes of absolute precision 
The artist will paint again, 

It‘s engraved in their way of life, 

paint with your heart, to fix it, 

paint with your mind, to find it. 
Have faith dearest artist, have faith, 

The demons you’ve painted will forgive