The World As We See It , or as we missed it.

You rape and
Pillage. Storm my very
Heart! What is it you
Want from me? Is it my
Pound of flesh? I gave that
Eon’s back… You are
Never satisfied. No matter
That I give all I
Have.

A new day has dawned
As we stroll through the grassy meadows
And come up upon the campsite
I had prepared the day before
With plenty of wood for the fire
And a picnic table to start a romantic meal
I set …

Pixies highlight the ethereality
as the night sky falls upon you

Gentle breezes soften in the mist
A crisp chill awakens the new dawn
As blossoms begin to open welcomely
To greet the new day with heavenly bliss
These are the moments I think of thee
Wishing that thou wo…

Cherry blossoms bloom
Bringing in heaven’s delight
To rest in your soul

Blissful ignorance is
Ok
‘till it bites you on your
Butt.
‘oh right then it’s
Personal and you take
Note…’

Apathy turns empathy
Into just another word.
To just pretend it does not exist
Is pretty damn absurd..

The weaver sits at her
Loom. The
Threads fine silk. The
Colours tell of
Baby’s breath and
Mother’s milk.
Time is
Set aside.
Sense of
Self forgotten. There is a
Story to be
Told…

Why thou art
Obsequious? There is
Need for
Thy spirit to
Rise. To be
Contrary. ToFor
Nary thou art
Already full
Measure
Subservient to the
Realm of
Governance …

… make still thy mind and cause thy peace restored…

That time
Between when there is that
Dreadful quiet. The pull of the
Ocean before the
Tsunami strikes. The
Ego tells you
All is fine. This is
Peace and
Quiet.

There were two
Creatures of the
Mother
Fecund and bright. and then i
Arrived. Hard edged
Wired tight.
A fledgling…Excited
Heart set to find a place to
Fit but all was
Taken.

… that part of your heart seen and given…

Their song
Is your collective sigh.
Be quiet a moment and
Truly
Be
And you will
Feel them
Hold you
Still…

Is peace so hard to
Find?

Is humankind
Doomed to
Repeat
Rather than
Evolve? To
Descend
Rather than
Become?

But to know the
Sweetest of song. To
Feel the brush of an
Angel’s wing. The
Beauty of
Nature’s in all her
Glory. Is to
Know one’s own
Hell …

The excesses begin to arise,
The seeds germinate at will.
This vegetative elasticity
Drains beyond the window sill.

What is our Essence?
Do you know what that might mean?
Is it our soul, our core, our center?
Is it something that can be seen?