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The day has finally arrived, my eyes now drawn to see
Amidst her season of winter I view whats in front of me
Crimson red now seeps, where translucent pure did run
I'm starting to feel the worst, has humanities end began
Slowly I watch it rise as it covers her virgin white
Dark woods are becoming bleaker, this 2012 December night
How can I stay awake, how can I go to sleep
When I view this continual seeping, all I see is bleak
All through the night it continues, sweeping across the land
Is this the work of the writings, the Mayan Prophecies planned
A new dawn appears, I honestly can't believe my eyes
It's as if the worlds on fire, the land now matches her skies
The oranges reds and yellows, give way to her normal blue
But why does her surface bleed, when above it appears so true
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Where mountains fade to valley shade
And trees give way to meadow's blade
Cottony cattail, wild lilies teem
Obscuring an enchanted stream
Tis there amongst the grassland rue
This tiny fairy village grew
I will not say just where they stay
And risk perchance they fly away
It was by chance or happenstance
We crashed a friendly fairy dance
We got derailed and left the trail
Looking for some swallowtails
Can you imagine our surprise
Fairies dancing with butterflies
They welcomed us and made a fuss
We danced with them and gained their trust
Our day was done, we'd had our fun
We said "goodbye" thanked every one
Then headed back to find our trail
Took home with us, this fairy tale.
IF NOT
If you can’t keep your head when all around you
Are keeping their’s and blaming it on you.
If you cannot trust yourself when all men look to you
And condemn them for relying on you too.
If you’re impatient and be tired of waiting,
Or being treated honestly, still deal in lies.
Or being loved, give way to thoughts of hating
And yet look angel-like and talk too wise.
If when you dream your dreams are rather lewd,
And when you think, your thoughts are just the same.
If you can’t project a decent attitude
And if you never can accept the blame.
If you think only of your selfish needs,
Oblivious of the needs of others.
Or, caught out in some parlous deed,
You blame it on your brothers.
If, when you’re in the pub you’re offered just one more
And though you’ve had too much you take it.
If having one more cigarette may put you at death’s door
Yet, knowing that, you just cannot forsake it.
If on the football field you hack opponents down,
Or, at cricket, sledge to cheat the batsman out.
If, given out, you meet the umpires verdict with a frown,
Then, in the dressing room, you hurl your bat about.
If, in the betting shop, you risk what’s meant for food
And, losing it, write I.O.U’s.
If still you’re in an unrepentant mood
And study once again the racing news.
If you have all these faults and many more,
You’re not unique when all is said and done.
There’s plenty in our family gone before.
And what is more - you’ll be my son - my son!
Now is the time of reaping and abundance.
Now a time of preparation for winter's frozen scarcity.
The sun hangs low in autumn skies,
and foggy veils obscure the view.
In Spring, when all was fresh and new,
an all together different hue of innovation:
summer's promise budding in anticipation.
Green newness bursting with naivety.
As time ticks by and lives march on just like the seasons;
the spring of youth and childhood innocence
give way to lusty languid summers of prosperity.
A gathering of experience in autumn,
which leads to winter's wizened wisdom.
Make it not a season of discontentment,
but a time of rich reflection on lives well spent.
A time of joy not isolation,
Make this is a time of plenitude for all for whom we care.
Help us make this winter time a time of hope
not helplessness; and a time when grace is all we share.
For now is the time of reaping and abundance.
Punt
Warm and windy, not November at all
The rains have wandered everywhere
But this dusty grid of dead turf
Punt
Sail, sail and turnover, it’s beautiful
Rebecca would like it here today
Open, wide open and free
The dirt smells like the forty other fields
Where I’ve spent the best part of my life
Punt
Wonder -- I wonder
If those purple shirts were lined down
Dirty and sweaty, ten abreast
With pain and determination in their eyes
And blaspheme in their breaths
Could I hit it?
Concentrate; head down, follow through;
I doubt it
Punt
Terrible; missed it
Wobble like a falling dove
From the spray of that old double-barrel
Bounce wrong, like a sad story
It ends with a bleak emptiness
Keeping up is impossible
Reading less, running slower, timing off
Knowledge fading, the science doubles its contents
As I wander in the ignorance that surrounds me
Punt
Short, so short; no power left
So long and so short the time simply ceased
It would fly so strong then
But dribbles now
Punt
Jog to the ball
The muscles ache, the lungs rebel
Give way to the young you old fool
You can’t cut it anymore
Punt
The winds are turning from the north
Winter is so close
The time that could not end is over
And I miss it.
More, better, higher, super, greatest
The future lies ahead
But I miss it
As all light went out
I stood shaded in Grey,
hopes wings were clipped
and this heart wont obey
Suspended in life
with the drowning of fear,
putting fire in my bones
brings a power to bear
Gluing the wings
on letters and words,
setting them free
to find new worlds
Sowing the plains
in peace and love,
laying them out
for angels above
If reaching for stars
my legs give way,
I’ll open my mind
and fly anyway
Spitting in the face
of what they say,
having nowhere to go
I wont go away
Being greedy in
the grasping of time,
it slipped through my fingers
to touch the divine
Illuminated love
reached out for me,
then gifted with eyes
I had futures to see
All Life goes on
and lights are snuffed out,
death hides in shadows
of that I’ve no doubt
Granules of love
I’ve secretly hid,
dwelling in mind
with forever I’ll live
A formidable foe
I have become,
with a fight to the death
My kingdom will come
Your pulchritude rises from within you
And sits upon your beauty-coated skin,
Your aging does not thus reflect your wear
But instead draws the undying shine within.
My eyes befogged by your unblemished smile
Do not see the murk of the filthy world around
But ever scan the perfect sparkle of your eyes:
The jewel for which I prayed, the pearl that I found.
Despite the glamor and cheer of the partying crowds,
My memory dwells in the brief minutes of your golden tears -
The times when happiness your tender hands harshly eluded,
The times when your soul could not handle fate and its fears.
As the mauling of years deals your unfeeling skin a blow
I will be eager to see the marvels of this splendid amend
As the old rundown roses give way to the newer ones within,
As the worn-out glitter fades to unveil the new in the end.
What was that? What did she say?
Watch your words, erase them and
only write what is being viewed as
excepted for today.
Hold your thoughts and your feelings
bury. You may influence or insult some
body if your feelings you unquietly carry.
Open not your heart and truth give way
for what we feel as a society changes
from day to day, maybe because of the
way we are swayed.
Leaders use threats, violence and retaliation
today; When things they want are not going
their way. Forget we are one nation under God
for the real world doesn't want us to unite
here or abroad.
Speak from the heart I was told and never let
anyone tell you, you are to bold. If not a nation who
is strong in bond; Then what is there to be said
when our freedoms and future is gone.
G-ive way to the true message,
R-eturn to the right path;
I-f one obeys not the Lord,
T-hen he shall feel His wrath.
Z-ealously seek the truth,
E-arnestly listen to His voice;
L-earn to think things over, making only the best choice.
G-ive way to the true message,
A-llow it to open one's mind;
S-ooth is seen in the eyes,
T-ruth sets one free from being blind.
I-mprint wisdom into the heart,
L-et it make the faith grow;
O-nly God knows how to keep one far from sorrow.
A-s long as the sun is up,
R-emain to be steadfast;
A-lthough the dark will come,
N-ighttime will never last.
D-ay four in May month
I-s slowly turning the page,
A-lmighty God is calling, give way to the true message.
Time passes and I wonder how did I come to be here.
I remember watching you from across the misty lawn.
My heart seems to stop beating and I'm almost in fear.
One minute I see you so clearly, the next minute you're gone.
Maybe I'm dreaming and I never saw you at all.
And why am I scared at the same time drawn to you?
Your sultry stare captivates me completely in thrall.
I shake my head as if it would change my perfect view.
I will myself to walk far away from your entrancing eyes.
I'm shaking and I can't figure out why I'm so scared.
This has to be my imagination playing tricks on me I surmise.
Then you appear before me as if by magic and I'm unprepared.
I panic, breathing heavy as I turn to run where you can't find me.
All of a sudden you're before me and I never even saw you pass.
I try to go in another direction, my instincts say to run, flee.
Hiding in a room, hoping you won't see me thru the stained glass.
No such luck, you somehow breathe my name from parted lips.
How could you know my name, I've never even met you before.
You swoop behind me and my body is lost to your shadow's eclipse.
Grabbing me, tearing into my throat, lapping up the blood and gore.
My knees give way and I'm too stunned to even manage a scream.
White spots cloak my vision and I'm feeling as if I may just faint.
I look down at my favorite dress, in the moonlight my blood gleams.
A calm washes over me and the biting feels good, isn't that quaint?
Darkness swallows me and to my relief, I am feeling nothing more.
Visions of gnashing teeth, and spurting blood haunt my once peaceful rest.
Jerking awake, only to realize I lay in a crumpled heap, incredibly sore.
I see that I have a bite on my throat and an even bigger one on my breast.
How will I explain this, and what do I do now, where do I go?
No one will believe me, I'd never believe it if I wasn't here to see.
How odd, I seem to be healing fast, I see that scabs are starting to grow.
I walk towards nowhere, this night was something I didn't foresee.
I sniff the air and smell an oddly familiar scent of earth, musk and fur.
It seems to pull me in that direction, as if I no longer have control.
My instincts tell me that I am going somewhere safe and secure.
I'm healed now, my dried blood now leaves me wondering, do I still have a soul?