Head In The Sand

Shipwreck 
He walked a thousand miles....
With his head in the sand....

Did I not tell you the wild....

Can never be tamed, like the waves?....

False security, with too long a time....
Spent without signs of threats....
So he chose to place his hand....
In the mouth of the  hungry lion....

Let sleeping Dogs lie....

Alright!!....

Oh, oh well my breathe is mine....
And his is his....
But a sleep is not the same....
As a dead....
And I just saw tale movements in calm waters....



Bruises left on the flesh and heart by the heartless....
Evidence gather, ..
It’s too late for words now....


He walked a thousand miles....
With his head in the sand...
And found himself ship wrecked 

Friendship

Before the cock crows,
The first bird fly’s off  trees.
Before the morning dew dries out
The heavens opens it door to the morning light


You were there, the one that kept me warm
Through the cold night
A blanket of your warmth, you wrapped me with
While you exposed yourself, such sacrificial lamb
To the hash unforgiving piecing cold of the night


A perfect stranger you were
Like the breeze from the south
Not sure when you touched me
At one with me, it feels like you have forever being here


Thoughts of loosing you, breaks my heart
Even before you are gone with the wind
That day is known to me and it saddens my soul
While you are here, I treasure the memory you leave
It burns me deep, to know our time is brief

Why Ask

Nostalgia of derailed train
Moments of emotions past
Like Christmas goodies of
Yester years, packed away
Curb web covered and lost
In time


How have you been?
Simple questions that
Pierce and dig into foreverness
Of a passage in thought


Do I choose to remember?
Do I choose to say?
Do I choose to indulge?
Or do I...., do I?


Easier to shrug off petulance
I refuse to relive in such times

'How have you been?'
Why ask questions, for which
Answers are not wanted


An Asthmatic forced into a dusty room
Fire to snow, snow to boiling water
Imprisoned in my own sweat
Yet for courtesy, keeping up appearances


Customs demands it, its "Tradition"
So I am forced to indulge
Never really with the truth
That wasn’t asked for or wanted
Just an answer will do, will do

Came the question,
How have you been
Answers that follow;

Oh, I have been great
Just got back from climbing "Everest"
Just any answer will do, will do

Tear Drops

I feed
From the seas around me,
Drink from the rain drop in rivers,


Yet
I fear being drowned
By that which gives me life..


While
I still wish it would cry on me
To quench the thirst
Of my dry cracked and desolate lips
Of dusty soul, my terra firma


So
I can feed
The dependents of my soil
Who look starved and deserted
By my own deeds

I Envy The Butterfly

I envy the butterfly
With it's bright and beautiful colours
Flies freely with grace
Effortlessly through the wind

Free from the gravity of past deeds
Past lives lived
That tries to hold I down
Anchoring I to the earth
Like chains to a slave


Dragging I to the jaws
Of earth with dirt and mud
Ready to consume I
Taking back from I
That which I was moulded from


I envy the Butterfly
Gracefully and beautifully
Majestically flying off
From the jaws of past lives 
I envy the butterfly