Showing posts with label poetic justice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetic justice. Show all posts

Thursday, 14 April 2016

THE DAY IS ONE DAY DONE

What is good and what evil?

Those of faith are many

As are those willing to be false

Others come and pictures are created

With false ideas and meanings

The victims led far astray

Of themselves and others

Reality stretched beyond all recognition

All around no longer as it appears

The comfort of falsities wraps them up

Likened to a soft protective blanket

The truth to difficult to bear

Remain within so all appears

To cause the blanket to feel warm and safe

But others remain outside

They battle to see the real truth

But seeing this is not for winning

To get the fires raging and lapping at the sky

You must start very small

Turning to cinders for almost all

Those blankets of comfort and falsities

The aftermath leaves one and all looking

They see each other and then it is so

They see they are many

They see they are millions

Then a new surround comes around

One to cover them all without false hopes

One nation one people to change them all

The sands of time they come

and then they go slowly sifting through epochs

While more and more people appear

Shedding to one side their wrappings

One by one the number grows higher

Month by month the numbers grow ever higher

There is no going backwards

There is no return

The day I long to arrive

The day I look forward to

The day when we only ever move forwards

Not sideways nor backwards


That is when the day is finally done

Monday, 11 April 2016

MOMENTS OF ANSWERS

No matter the doubts and wrangles

There is the one thing at the end of it all

I must do what is right

No matter how big or how small

I look as far as I can see

The honourary actions that I crave

Not left, right, high, low or far

The job is mine unto my grave

Sunday, 10 April 2016

MOMENTS OF WRANGLES

All there is, is the endeavour at hand

Other things limits of tools and range

Time is therefore the limiting value

So continue on calm and restrained

These are the wrangles that I do endure

For each and every single day

Or each day results in eternal boredom

One needs a goal to blow the cobwebs away

Saturday, 9 April 2016

MOMENTS OF QUESTIONS

I feel to have been on this road forever

I wonder when I might spy the end?

For years I have shown only a suit of iron

Standing tall and strong no signs of a bend

But truth be told the pressures do tell

Each day I question the direction I face

The enemies I seek are very many

But success I seek is without a trace

Weakness comes in the longest of moments

For continuing long I cannot see

The word of mouth is what I hope for

But the hero of the hour will not be me