their was a girl in Amsterdam
who was quite a fancy
and when she spoke to you
she said her name was Nancy
breaking down these stereotypes
and being a bit pricey
next door to her
they looked a little dicy
walking away I turned back
they had already retreated
the lights had gone out
and my wallet was depleted
grey days
lead to contemplation
of sunnier times
when all those around you
have lost their way
when the fog of doubt
clouds the mind
and the notion of thought
becomes an ocean
and the stars no longer shine
where is that compass of mine
my grey hair
showing through
bamboo shoots
call of the hoopoe
singing away
through diverse weather
he shall stay
in the spring
she will have eggs to lay
in my garden blissfully
together peacefully
Over the avenue of discord
I have seen the fall of mankind
And the unproductiveness
Of life’s degeneration
And upon realizing this
A descision has been made
To safeguard against further damage
Carrying forward a decree
That will see a return to order
Within chaos their is change
And were their is change
Fortune occurs making this a chance encounter
To reestablish the beginning of said decision
there is a place
that remains grounded
to be reached
when it is found
in a distant land
remote island of time
were people celebrate life
as death is not the end
can we dream
of something unreal
and in that reality
make our dreams come true
from the deepest oceans
to the highest mountains
may we be one
with nature’s dream
Life is made up of change,
accepting what was
and what is.
Confronting what is to come.
Green is the grass
that grows in my garden
black and brown are the birds
dotted around the place
they land feeding on worms
sometimes a splash of colour
when one sees something different
out of the corner of the eye
a branch of hope
beacon of the skies
spirit remain here
heaven can wait
time will tell
bereft of hate
memories fade
but the past remains
the present moment
is the futures reckoning
The Golden Tears 