like an arrow
formation they fly
across the channel
they call each other
to encourages the slower ones
to keep pace
till the end of the race
like an arrow
formation they fly
across the channel
they call each other
to encourages the slower ones
to keep pace
till the end of the race
I’ve seen a dog
bite its own tail
and then turn around
to bark
at itself
you know his colours
their the same as your dreams
and when he appears
he’s not what he seems
in the shallow
or in the deep
are creatures that sleep
and when the line is cast
they retreat
with his big ears
and fluffy tail
when the rain stopped
he emerged from his burrow
to great the sun
the salmon ignore the Bear
they have a purpose
their are so many
only few get through
but those that do
are the ones
that birth the future
perplexed by her beauty
her soft lips and striking eyes
the way she twirls her hair
her voice soft but authoritative
her perfume sweet like ambrosia
holding court by your side
a bridge too far
it’s cost too high
defending an Idea
that does not align with their own
wounding the heart
are the words spoken
their true intentions
known to a select few
though the grass may seem green
on the other side
the music that is being played
is not the one I want to hear
united by one goal
from white to black
the stars are gone
what was once great
shall bleed red again
a distant train
the passage of time
echoes in the ear
a forgotten chime
solitude is found
when the answer
to a question
is all around
you have too…
look into the shadows of the past,
in order to see the future
has become a catalyst,
for suffering the indignity of failure.
is ones destiny preordained,
or can those actions
be altered.
tormented by dreams,
of things we cannot change.
corrupted by violence and terror
can one be redeemed.
and when the light of hope diminishes,
their eyes will burn with the embers of hate.
a lifetime of servitude,
following a masters sacrifice…