A Concept Of Life

Reality engages me to look deep, into the caves of my making  

I will have to face the rocky hills, that stand before me  

With occasions of bright sparkles, rainbow hangs  

To have me thinking  

That finally my request has been heard  

And the answer set so bright  

And the pain from before  

Pain of the process  

Falls off feelings, memories, like amnesia  

A mother not enjoying her family  

A father his wife, a mother her husband  

A son the calmness of a mother

A daughter the braveness of a father

  

Tasked to engage, married to the effort

Sometimes a spark, gives brightness 

An assurance of what can be achieved

But we are asked to look deep into ice glaciers and see blue

Hope of a kind, how deep the treasures hide

A steady invisible shift of rivers of mountain ice,

Invisible to the eye of man, but none the less

None the less, it carves mountain rocks, into sculpture

There stand brittle before, such immense energy,force 

Doors all around the world, holds stories behind

Each with a varied difference in concept to share

The hours of day, distant yet conjoined

By the simple complexity each have in stories to tell

Hope stands as the only resolve 

Determined to be stubborn against the walls of Jericho

That strive, that strive will be known as the defining virtue of man

That on the eleventh hour, he will find the strength needed

“Soon enough men”, I heard a man say 

Looking deep into the eyes of oblivion

"Soon enough men I say "

It is the defiance that manifest miracles

Some just want clean clear water to drink

How about that, questions that lingers, rhetoric  
And that would be more than enough

Much more than enough in value

Some just want to play in fountains

Make this a memorable day 
Out with nature 
Free like a bird, on birds flight  

A miracle of a kind, man can make happen

Drinking from the greatest river of life

“Soon enough men”, I heard a man say

What is in your pocket?

What defines you?

What do you always have on you?  

Mine is a phone and a bunch of keys, a pen drive  

Held by two gifts and a mystery key fob

A mystery key fob, oh how so poetic 

My Right To, My Prerogative

What I would give for common grounds   
Chaos of a debate, lingering on platforms  
A thousand men demand to be heard, boiling kettle


Individual thoughts on compromise, unreachable 
Opposite ends of a spectrum 
Distance of notions expressed, banquet for tea set up


Avoidance of a resemblance, tea party gather
Fear of his intention, alien of his life 
Reeks of toxic propaganda, allergy to his breath   


"Do not come close" Manifesto set
Far is near enough of want 
Buffer zone, requested, demanded   


Strangers intentions, unclear to observers
Worried with paranormal thoughts 
From outcome of encounters, drink up notions  


No progress or developments, buying into the production  
No innovation through links and compliance 
No effect on cause of sharing, knowing, understanding 


Fear mongering on old folk tales, passed on, them against us
"There is something in the woods" it worries 
Factions of individuals, groups, "puppet masters" 


A vote in voices heard , hostage of a party held   
A thousand men demand a stage 
A thousand more queue in line 


No compromise, gathering solid ground 
" someone always looses out on that
and it want be me " 


I demand to be heard 
It is with my self interest that I speak 
I demand to be heard, observers worry


My right to, I vote to, kidnap of an old machinery
My prerogative  
My tea, just went cold, on my crumpets

Difference Of An Opinion

Difference of opinion, I opinion-ate 
Like minded sat in a room full of the same  
So no one pronounces, what is the use   
We all know already, a trick card  


No argument there then  
What is the use, we all agree to a T  
Turn tables, no debate to challenge perception  


Stimulate a school of thought  
No one questions motives  
What is the use, we are like minded   


So before you think I know  
And an agreement is reached with no debate 
What is t' use, our thoughts are on t' same wave length 


Individualism is a foreign connotation, unheard of 
Automated concepts with synchronised perceptions 
Laser wired with chips in the head


Factory stamped, a batch of a kind 
What is the use, for difference of opinions 
Programmed all t' same, social communism all in harmony 


Watch me going crazy, out of boredom 
And so is he, and he, and he and he 
Stack in a cartoonish wheel pool 


Bizarre worlds, of all the same 
Same, same, same,same, saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame
Ha, aaaaaaaah, a synchronised yell, all feel the same 

Lost In Translation

Maybe it is the weather, with the summer gone
Maybe it is the season, turning new chapters
Maybe it is just how, the green in leaves 
Has all fallen and weathered


Maybe it is the rain, its wetness
The clouds that blocks the sun
Maybe it is the darkness in the morning
When once the sun would have been out
To shine, on the clock

Maybe it is the change of the clocks
The silence of the birds
The absent squirrel that runs on the wall
Between my neighbour and I
I haven't seen in a while

Maybe it is the seemingly endless
Pronouncement of the hour, it drags on
Maybe it is the long wait for Christmas
Or the beginning of a new year, so close

No winds blow, 
yet candles steadily lose their spark
Lost in translation between transition
Awaiting something new

Who knows
Maybe I am just over analysing
In the pursuit of happiness, 
Lost in translation 

Maybe it is just me
Maybe, maybe, maybe
Maybe it is just a phase
Of being lost in translation

Snap out... ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaa
Snap out already
Jerry Springer is excused
Don't you know, haven't you heard
Ha, lost in translation I see

The Pledge

Reflecting mirrors of the sun 
Sends rays, into the darkest corners
And nothing is certain of outcome that lay 

I am not of an opinion to be labelled  
To a side in pigeon holes, myself   
I observe and react to situations at hand  

Afforded not the luxury of the bubble 
That defines and protect one's perception 
Of the debacle that is before thee  

No "get out" clause, stipulated in conditions 
No contracts, that holds ground 
To garuntee safety nets of proceedings

I am not of an opinion to reflect on the end  
Setting out, sending out, celebratory props 
Before crossing the finishing line as preordain 

Seen too many eleventh hour enacted encounters 
That makes the steepest mountain peak climbed 
Seem like a walk in the park after game change 

All the same, I am grounded, silence with ambition
Set in notions that charity begins at home 
And mine got drawn into my DNA, before birth 

It is an identity older than what I was to be named
A yin yang, like two edged sword running in my vine
It cuts to free, I bleed deep at the same time 

So watch closely, not from a distance 
I pledge you, to define me, to know 
For  an understanding of an enigma 

I pledge to you