Wednesday 14 January 2015

Present-Past...

A breath in the oblivion, a space in time,
A crumpled paper, a lost rhyme,
A shard of glass, a blade of grass,
A song unsung, an emotional crass,
A watchful whisper through the night,
A dancing shadow, the tides of plight,
A searching hand, a comforting grasp,
A summer tree, a humming wasp,
A body of warmth, a heart of love,
Spirit of the night, song of the dove,
A second on the clock, a print in history,
A prayer to science, fact and mystery,
A relieving sigh, a smiling mile,
A broken crust of a crumbling while,
A dreaded hurdle, the instinctual leap,
A pulsing vein, a world to reap,
An impossibility, a living soul,
A heightened crater, an empty whole,
A mystic rhythm of an ancient lore,

A survivor, a fighter and some more...

Tuesday 6 January 2015

Release me... {#ImmortalChroniclesOfAMortalWorld_5}

I can see the flame burning in your eyes
I’ve watched them watching you
I’ve noticed them wary, I’ve seen the need
You can look away. I let you go.
Go find what you seek and don’t look back
For when those eyes glimpse me
It burns, I break, I’m lost, I’m gone
I’m not what you’re looking for.
I see you seeking a distant cloud
Upon a distant land, a land forbidden
Go ahead, don’t look back now,
Please, just leave, and let me heal.
There’s nothing that’s left any longer
No further depth to fall
A slip and it’ll all be gone
Nothing left to be mourned.
I may fade into non-existence
I may just lay there still
Or I may, impossibly may,
Find the will to climb again
Find that will again to try
Find that determined foothold and leap
Into the untouched sky
I may fly...

Truly, may I?

Friday 2 January 2015

The Hidden Message

They say that ads are needed
To show you all things new
Promote and sell those objects
In any store near you!
We see them round every corner
We pass them on every street
In TV commercials and papers,
Even recite them in our sleep!
We learn through them of things
That we didn’t know before,
Like you need to have whiter skin
For careers, love life and more?
We learn that to be thought beautiful
We must look so much younger
Wrinkles and pimples aren’t natural
And, with every soap, get a free daughter!
And God forbid every perfume
Must be sprayed for a sexual partner
And that drinking flavoured milk
Will make you taller, stronger, sharper?
And if objects don’t sell, (oh dear!)
We strip some stars for sale so lusty
Excite those unchecked hormones
To buy six-packs and chests busty!
There’s nothing to deny these images
Terrible money-hungry advertisers spread
No lesson learnt from those million cases
That cigarettes bring up the dead!
Capitalists, opportunists, commercial tyrants,
Never stop, never care, never think,
Money is power, power is life,
Rich lives for a few, all the rest may sink.
Yet once in every blue moon
There’s one commercial that will shine
A pair of squirrels, a message of love,

And, like comets, vanish, flashing through time.