We're past the winter solstice
yet still the days feel darker.
Conflicts unresolved cascade
as torrents tumbling through the news.
Vital visions are fog cloaked
while we worry wants of now,
scrapping for what is left, lest
we find we're squeezed – extruded.
Can mere human interest see
beyond misuse of creatures,
crops and carbon for our end?
– end of air and sea that's trashed.
Consumed in our indulgence
– idolising god of growth –
we ourselves may be consumed
by wrathful winds and rising seas.
Even when the sky seems clear,
by day we can not see out
of the blue. True dark of night
shows stars that shrink us to know
the space in which we're set,
in limits of the home here
to breathe and breed. Can we yet
return, respect the giver?
– rein back to a steady pace,
covenant ourselves with grace
to live peace within this place,
at one with God, saving face?
Categories:
idolising, conflict, environment, growth, humanity,
Form: Verse
No Faze
20/08/2018
This is not a passing faze,
Your in my heart,
Your here to stay.
Captured and in raptures,
My swollen heart always stirs.
When your sweet smile comes to mind,
All else becomes a blur.
The sunshine your face exudes,
Make your eyes sparkle like jewels.
That cheeky grin thats mesmerising,
When time arrives for fantasising.
Sweet soft face so tantalising,
I’m in adoration and idolising.
Your perfect chest,
Inside and out.
I must be blessed,
I have no doubt.
You dress to kill, and dance to thrill.
My eyes bug out, our drinks I spill.
Your confidence is sassy,
Each move you make is sexy.
Your the girl of my dreams,
My everything it seems.
I’ll love you in every way
Until my dying day.
I’ve one thing left to say,
I’m never going away.
Categories:
idolising, for her, how i
Form: Rhyme
undelivered
I dont know where it begins but I do know that love weaves in
It is sometimes secret
Often like a cheeky mouse
Often an unwanted louse
It is secret
Secrets are great so long as you hold to the truth #
And sacrilege is drawn on our fields
And our hills
And our fountains that speak the global riot of nigh
is the strength of the beacon that rises within
within
within
and numb to the fragrance of the rose then?
Idolising an indifference
Interference
Woe
#Do not succumb to a beat box bud
Instead be a vibrance in a time of tune
An time of tune is needed and necessary in a tome of self
but a tome of self is often
solitary
solitary
like the spider spinning his web
Categories:
idolising, age, beautiful,
Form: I do not know?
God hates idolatry of every kind
to tolerate such sin he will not
in this modern age people bow down
idolising this repeatedly into its slot
The mobile/cell phone call it whatever
people can't seem to live without it
it's always on their hand or in the ear
whether to speak or text never to quit
It kills conversation to be little
giving no opportunity to truly converse
no matter where you are about
on the bus, mall all that commerce
There's a rudeness portrayed by this
so I would ban this in the public place
it's important when you've an emergency
but you don't want it always in your face
Categories:
idolising, addiction, life, technology,
Form: Rhyme
prophet laid to death
barbarick hallucination fillind his head
cold fires consuming his body
warm waters never forget
warm waters never regret
dark circles run in rings
but these angels won't unfurl their wings
behold! cries of the damned
not once were they found
only everytime they are bound
idolising frequent deaths
the sunrise will always fade to grey
holding to whats at bey
restrictions never disapear
rhyming like shakespere
sense is not required
twist of the tounge is desired
Categories:
idolising, write,
Form: I do not know?
IN ANSWER TO MY EVICTION FOR BREAKING HIS SACRED RULE.
EVE AND I SWORE ALLEGIANCE TO THE TEACHINGS FROM HIS SCHOOL.
CAIN FAILED HIS MORAL TEST,AND THEN FLEW THIS NEST OF LOVE.
BLAMING HIS UNDERSTANDING FATHER,FOR NOT GIVING ENOGH.
THE GIFTS ABUNDANT UPON OUR TABLES OF FRUIT AND MORE.
AND THE GREEDY PROTESTANTS OF WILD UNKNOWING CHORES.
OUR FOOD AND WATER!BOTH DRUNK TO ECCESIVE DEGREES.
THERE RAN OUR ADDICTED CHILDREN SEARCHING TO BE FREE.
THE IDOLISING HORDES OF UNCHARTERRED SHORES OF IMAGINARY!
WE!WERE THROWN OUT OF PARADISE!FOR JUST SUCH HEATHENRY!
Categories:
idolising, childhood,
Form: Classicism