missing inspiration

missing inspiration

miss you man
though we never met
in this misused world
you still touched my world
no one’s ever said it
like you can and do
the whole world’s feelin blue

without you

plunge the depths
drowning in it’s sorrow
it’s a misused world
diving suits abandoned
as the air grows sparse
whole things just a farce
without you

the message

the message

this life
guarded yet free
so coiled in faith
filled with loves anxiety

we see
what we are shown
they fill our minds
and create our souls

we hear
and touch the skies
we bend the knee
and we eat their lies

we’re touched
our thoughts are formed
but do we really
get the message

chicken soup

chicken soup

the chicken soup
tastes so fine
dipped with a spoon
that travelled through time
bearing the fruits
of it’s ill gotten gains
hovering over
the grisly remains
now the vanquished stand
before their foe
ready and eager
to start the show
they see their time
has come drop by drop
they’re good to go
just see them rock

relinquish

relinquish

and in the throes of victory
the hatred rages
deep within
the bottomless scarring
of pockmarked glorious conquests

and those vanquished
writhe in agonies
of yawning defeat
squirming endlessly
in the dread caverns of loss

it is only those at peace
who lie in happiness
having relinquished
both the glory of victory
and the misery of defeat

I think when we have have eliminated
the concepts of glory or misery in defeat
or victory within ourselves we come to a
position where the shackles and limitations
of sense perceptions are thrown off.

future fear

future fear

with a piercing shriek
clambering through the air
a million knives
from who knows where
it came from the north via the east
the hostile wind a movable feast

and the mountains grumbled
the heavens asunder
trees bowed down
cowed by thunder
in the turmoil and trouble all was lost
a myriad lives paid the ultimate cost

rainbow at sea

rainbow at sea

and then it came
a bolt from heaven
a serene field of blues and greens
undulating and swirling
tea stirred, water on the boil
mill pool caught up and up
in escalating waves of wind
and our ship was suddenly flying
an eternity
ending
with a sickening nose dive
and a crash into the sea
which scattered a million droplets
heading for the sun
“abandon ship” wasn’t needed
as we scrambled to the life boats
hurled this way and that
tossed and whipped
our eyes beheld the walls of water
and there, arching
through the black dankness
of the unforgiving skies
the darkness of our destiny
was penetrated by ruby reds
transcluscent blues
and garrulous greens
every hue imaginable
shone all around us
in a rainbow of hope
and we pulled harder
became one with the sea
pitching and rolling
as we absorbed the light
that penetrated our hearts
and reflected our beliefs
to end the storm
and bring us safely home

teddy bears

teddy bears

you lay there in the corner
threadbare, grizzled and torn
one of your eyes is missing
and you look so utterly forlorn

I remember the times you comforted me
just to end up bruised and tattered
but I still remember you my friend
and your comfort when it mattered

if the world was ruled by teddy bears
people would be full of glee
they'd laugh and cry and hug each other
and be happy as can be

there'd be picnic fun and joys galore
cucumber sandwiches and sticky puds
the only problem that I can see


is that bears shit in the woods