...until a wind took me
from my aimless ways,
drove into window panes, walls
a battered thought not caught.
From within me comes the wind that calls,
from within me a stream of secret thought
of a bright and luminous love
that can take but never break me.
Friday, 22 July 2016
Thursday, 14 July 2016
The Morning Has Spoken
Look. I ordered the sun.
Re-ordered this panoramic day, this tapestry
stitched it time
of heart crashed hills,
while the mist rises from the river
like a happy ghost at play.
Diffusing over houses, out homes,
over field and forest
with heart spread glee
the morning awakens.
Look. I ordered the blue sky
and added more trees
and now with new birds
Th morning has spoken
Re-ordered this panoramic day, this tapestry
stitched it time
of heart crashed hills,
while the mist rises from the river
like a happy ghost at play.
Diffusing over houses, out homes,
over field and forest
with heart spread glee
the morning awakens.
Look. I ordered the blue sky
and added more trees
and now with new birds
Th morning has spoken
Wednesday, 6 July 2016
Mightier than the sword
The pen is barbed with wire, is
As surprising as a landmine,
Direct as a bullet to the head, and
Encompasses the planet as completely
As a nuclear winter.
The pen writes without fear of feeling emotion
As it infects with chemical and biological weapons.
Like love and peace and being free.
As surprising as a landmine,
Direct as a bullet to the head, and
Encompasses the planet as completely
As a nuclear winter.
The pen writes without fear of feeling emotion
As it infects with chemical and biological weapons.
Like love and peace and being free.
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