Tiny seed slumbering beneath.
It Awakens as it spirals out of the soil
Bursting through the ground
Reaching the sky above
It finds itself a giant above the earth.
Budlings bloom on its branches.
Tiny buds slowly bear fruit.
Squirrels snatch to bury away.
Do not realize the true worth.
The fruit that will bear when given time to grow.
Summer bids farewell
Leaves exchange their slender green
For crisp autumn colors
Fall makes itself at home.
Crimson apples nestled upon branches
Shining like rubies in the sunlight
What a perfect time to harvest
Such succulent, sweet things.
How you've longed for this day
From being tiny budlings to shining gems
Now, you strip away your beauty
Rendered into pulp like a caterpillar
Undergoing a metamorphosis.
Broken down and liquified
There's no need to cry
For your sweet nectar
Is given new life
Into a juicy delight.
Little apples you once were
Now, you've become so much more
Within a vial that tickles the senses
Your ambrosiac flavor brings joy
To warm the soul on a cold autumn day.
Is there a place in heaven
Where old deckies muster
A sheltered safe haven away
From any wild storm's bluster
From sail to steam to diesel
United one and all
By the harvesting of the sea
And the handling of the trawl.
Do the different generations
Mingle to chat about the life
United by the fishing and
The razored gutting knife
Do the three day millionaires
In their bell bottomed trews
Their slim Jim ties
Their brothel creeper shoes
Mix with the fishermen
Of all the fishing nations
Is it an easy mix of
Fishing's generations.
Do they observe a silence
When the latest vessel sinks
Welcome new brothers with
Heavenly ambrosiac drinks.
Is their a deckies heaven
For those who paid the cost
For those quiet heroes counted
Amongst fishing's lives lost.
Do they gather in their thousands
To chew the fat about it all
Do they relive their memories
Of the following of the trawl.
Is there a place in heaven
Where old deckies muster
A sheltered safe haven away
From any wild storm's bluster
Halo
All things in moderation,
Thus spoke Abraxas
A sunset to the east,
What planet is this?
May I see your calendar?
Do you believe in.........
Something/Anything......
The Ascendent begins his journey
The lights dim and flicker,
Melting into a distant ovation
Mysteries multiply by the minute
The geometric anagrams simplify the complexity
I fly back to my homeland......
Chaos, corruption, ignorance and fear
I read from the Upanishads and mount the headphones
I rise above and escape in the Self
Another day, another prayer for mankind
I breathe deeply and walk into Nature's earthly heaven
An angelic stillness,
Those who deny his existence must be imbeciles
An ambrosiac silence,
Those who are too aware appear to be imbeciles
To show someone beauty,
Its all the artist asks
To show someone the God within
Its all we ask, its all I ask
Beauty my cause for indecision
Causality the nexus of the game
Music my favorite religion
Transcendence my only claim to fame
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