A flock of sparrows

I saw a flock of sparrows

as they passed over my garden

they formed a shape an arrow

as if to point the way

bringing about a commotion

they traveled above

stirring up chaos

reminding the over birds

that we who journey in the skies

have but one purpose

for each and everyone of us

to follow them as they fly by

Mad Max: The Time Has Come

the time has come

to search for the truth

in an unjust land

leaving behind only doubt

taking the essentials

preparing for the coming onslaught

peace shall be found

when war has been raged

and the landscape ravaged

those that resist enslaved

have now found their freedom

in the one chosen to liberate them

Rainy Days

rainy days

lead to contemplation

of past times

reminiscing distant dreams

of our lives

that have been spent

but renew again

we are sometimes left in wonder

of times long ago

which become our past

a score is settled

and those debts paid

and our dues

brought about a replacement

of what has been rendered

Grand Design

when I think of the grand design 

we have made on Earth like a map

creating our world

through different civilisations

similar shapes arise across the globe

throughout history as mankind progresses 

these shapes change

to the glass and concrete

the skyline of a city

mark our place in time

building the likes of which

can be seen from space

when the sun fades

when the sun fades

signals the end of day

night makes an appearance

the shapes of the clouds disappear

replaced by the stars

the light of the moon across the sky

tells of stories of the sun

as the trees sway in the breeze

the animals come out to hunt

their shadows dancing across the ground

pursuing the right to dominate the nightlife