What is time

What is time
But a resource with the most value to have 
The rarest of minerals that one can own 

What is time but the essence 
Of existence yours and mine 
To be alive 

Through birth on passage 
To have created an avenue 
For memory to engulf 

What is time 
I once met a rich man 
Who offered gladly all his wealth 

For my youth 
And to him that would have 
Still been a short change on me 

He said son,
I envy your youth 
A price I would love to pay 

What is time 
To sit and project on memory past 
What is time 

What is time 
To make da javu a distortion 
Between parallel worlds 

What is time 
To redefine or affirm an identity 
All to be allowed only by the virtue time 

The Blind Helper

Eerily back to the accession being made, concession of thoughts  

Eerily, eerily, perplexed to notions, the cosmos holds back, its secrets  

Determined not to spoil the surprise, with party popper's contest 
Wrapped in a dozen gift wraps"bulky", still silent about the pyramid  


If there is a God, "mist" myth of mystery, then it is his biggest task 

Forget your selfish daily prayers “God save me”  possessed by snob 


Picking out unwanted colors, resigned on M &M as requisite 
With preference, reference of selected gratitude, attitude  


Like aristocratic men, sat on the breaking back of  the camel 
Complaining of  the smell from fur, on journeys through the desert 


If not for the blindness of faith 
And the camel with thick skin and deaf ears; to nagging men 


"God save me" "God save me" "God save me" "why me" 
Oh, for the blind helper, and the patience weights he bears  

Odyssey UFO

The final frontier, off on a tangent 

Cosmos; is man playing a deadly game with fate?

Not the Chinese restaurant and karate kicks

Up hills in Clifton, Bristol ends

Excuse the pan, the pan, 

Pan the pan, and excuse the pan 


UFO, I see UFO 
Little green people with bulge eyes 


Radar picking up on signals from spinning wheels  
Cosmos; is man playing a deadly game with fate? 


UFOs, I see UFOs 
UFOs? no no no, me no see no UFOs 

Capturing a flower

This flower, capturing this moment  
A stretch out to touch this gem 
This pearl, solidified to make fascination real 
Align allegiance with spectacular, this radiance  


To witness this moment 
To touch fairy wings and unicorn horns  
I have seen magic in its purest, in this life 
What delight of beauty ordained on nature  


When the heavens leaves open, oportune  
Curvature doors long enough ajar, this moment   
To witness paradise with such sight from earth 
And see rainbow radiate from within, this aura  


This angel, this moment, this smile 
This twinkle in the eye 
This star bright, this joy 
Forever captured, this flower  

Rains on the Island

Mermaids are made of fiction 

Stories told to delight our imagination 

Like the flying little fairies  

Who parade with joy in back gardens 

So many in lists of creatures to mention 

All magical and wondrous in ways there are 

To cast a spell of enchantment 

So many children stories, inspired  

To have been told of fiction 

But in Europe laid an island 

Anglo, hair tin distance from the main land  

Where the tears of the clouds poured persistent  

Poured on so much, on the regular  

It turned the inhabitants into mermaids 

Such a place like a fish tank, England always wet

Ghost in Rooms

Silence is before chaos like zero before one..

A silver plate dropped, turns into..

A dancing flamingo in tap dance..

On the floor, in silent rooms..

Ta-da ta-da ta-da ta-daaaaa ta..

To the quietness in rooms..

Silence goes back, from plates dropped..
To order of form, as you were 

So what was before zero..

Or trigged one to become of zero..

And zero was no more on  post stands..

In subsequent consequential 

Where it stood no more, one stands now..

In predecessors suits, fitting with perfection 

Like forgotten silence of what was before 

In  anarchy's chaos indulgence to be the, "in thing now"  

The question of the chicken and the egg..

A paradigm in predicaments..

Ends with a third party response..
From out of the box observations 

Unknown to the forth party..

Who tries to solve the conundrum..

Of x plus dash = dash..

Who came first, the chicken or the egg..

What was before zero..

Larking in the silence of time 

Like the forgotten prodigal son..

In dark elements, in the universe take..

To be, the catalyst of change..

And dark matter in fine terms tinkering away ..

Defined to convince the unconvinced..

As "I don't know what there is..

But there is something out there"..

Like what is heard between..

Two radio frequency stations..

What is seen, between two shinning stars..
There is a ghost out-there, in rooms unseen..