Insightful Words

Just Another Morning

Another wretched overcast morn presents itself centre stage

To play upon the gothic chiselled cityscape

The audience awaits with baited breath

The orchestra of morning traffic strikes up a beat and hum

The shadowy modern monoliths strike a pose stage right

While mother nature is waiting in the wings

The wretched morning walks slowly and mournfully stage left

As sunlight makes its grandiose appearance

To the audience’s applause

Of Ifs and Whens

Of rumblings and rambling I’ve heard a few, Wind swept fancies and dreams too

Many heads in the cloud I’ve seen, Off in that never never world I’ve been

Fanciful days of only when and if

Navigating a misty river with willows weeping at missed opportunity

Located somewhere in the dark depths of the realm of imagining

A voyage never reaching its destination or end

Of ramblings and rumblings I’ve heard a few, Emotive dreams and fancies too

Many heads in the cloud I’ve seen, Off in that state of ideallic dream I’ve been

Talk seldom seen walked, Just rhetoric put on a shelf

Occasionally pulled down and dusted off, For one more flight of fantasy full of ifs and whens

And when will I see the talk walked?, Don’t tell me show me!

Wide awake in dreamland

Wide awake in dreamland, A Dali painting lies in waiting

Eyes propped open with matchsticks, Pupils like pissholes in the sand

Occassionally rocking sharply into a convoluted consciousness

Like a short left jab hitting you, As you struggle to fight off the dreariness

Dreaming dreams whilst wide awake, Seeing that which you normally miss at a glance

And life carries on around you

Of Dues and Hopes

Over the years I’ve paid my dues, Anaethetising my blues

Bars and clubs I’ve seen a few, Sat religiously in a pub corner like a pew

I’ve drunk with the worst, I’ve drunk with the best

I’ve slept around, Running, trying to get away, Finally nowhere to go

Looking at the scared little child behind the mask of a man

Growing, maturing, facing and exorcising the ghosts of the past

Walking through the shadow of the valley of death

Light being the substance of my hope

Onwards, upwards beyond my dues, To a hill with many views

Travel on

Travel on, Oh journeyman. Travel on, Shine on into the night

Shalom to you oh friend. Travel on, A man of many yesterdays

Travel on, May you shine like the sun. Set your sights to the future and aim high

Travel on, Oh man of insight and thought. Travel on, Venture out of the shadows

Embrace the light. Travel on

Living In The Strangest Of Days

Living in the strangest of days, Living in a world full of wierd ways

Some people are counting down to the end, Some people are hoping the world is on the mend

Honouring the earth not raping it, Taking only what they need and abolishing their own greed

Living in the strangest of ways, Living in a time of a pollitically correct maze

Maybe it’s time to return to the days of old, Tribes around a camp fire with great tales told

Honouring our elders not forgetting and forsaking them

Cherishing their wisdom and years, not locking them away from our cares

Living in the strangest of days