Separated at Birth

Bureaucrats and the Blue colour worker..

A mutual hate for each other..

Brothers of the same blood..

Sworn for eternity to be enemies..

Death before dishonour..

Both in pride in guild of the three masons..

For which they pledge in High Esteem..

While the bureaucrat’s hates..

The dirt on the shoes of the blue colour worker..

And his love for jeans, overalls and hard hats..

He gallantly parades as working clothes..

The blue colour worker hates the bureaucrat's..

Latte and Starbucks coffee..

With scuffling, tie and Italian shoes to match..

And the bossy, bossy attitude, he bears in second nature..

On the battlefields of Napoleon's wars..

They chant out loud, in Waterloo, to the forest ears awakened..

It's a man's life and dirt on my shoes, proof of my grit;..

It is the love for the trade, to have built, brick to brick..
Strength in numbers union rep..

Brains over brawns; why if I can pay to get it done..

I see a little dirt on my shoes, in allergies reaction..

Call Joe the plumber to fix my tap..
And my lawyer seats in wait, a phone call away..

Twins, best friends, brothers of one blood..

Play ground alliance, batman and robin..

Separated by their chosen path..

In roads of life, in guild of skills, in trading places..

Today, they stand facing each other, for pride and glory..

The hate is visible in body language, as their worlds meet..

At junctions where one ends and the other begins..

In meeting's pleasantries, walks around and show around..

The bosses, will be visiting our patch today.. 

The money men, in suits and Italian shoes..

Long have they forgotten, what it was, when it was..

When they were separated at birth..

On football fields, of dreams ambitions..

Characterise Me

The real battle..
Is between you..
By yourself..
Against the world..
By yourself..


Its a tale of two stories;..
The Good the Bad..
The Beautiful and the Ugly..
In stories told as self reflection


The saga are one of the same......
It all, just depends on what day it is..
And what the situation calls for....
Go figure..


If the good die young..
Would it be selfish of me..
To change my stand..
So I live long; just a little longer....


There are No Angels on Earth.....
And we are born humans of homo sapiens
In flesh, bones, blood, and thoughts
With character flaws of  human weakness..
( Desire, needs, Jealousy, Greed.etc)...


Prone to act in ways of..
Our desired indulgence...
We are naturally with defects...
Only trying to be good on moral ...


And in battles..
I see me, by myself ..
Against the world by myself..
Fighting me, by myself..

Stages Reached

Another scenario, stage set..
Script written, dream set  ..
Window dressing, role play ..
Yeeha, yeeha to gollop on saddles 


And for the cow boy, John Wayne..
Heading south, another stop on the way..
With an open fire, burning steak..
Underneath the heavens glow ..


And then greetings and pleasantries ..
Handshakes of new acquaintances..
Laughters and jokes in exchange..
Of stories told in banters of barter trade..


For this night we are brothers..
Warmth  enlist us to gathered around fire 
Looking out over each others shoulders..
To be my guardian and I yours in the open fields 


When the morning comes..
Back into travellers paths we set out again ..
Time acquittance and strangers diner ..
We became friends, on a strangers spot..


In the morning I will ride south and you north ..
And if we are to meet again,
Some where between lines ..
Many an adventure in stories to tell..


To share again under the open fire
From the last time, we met ..
Farewell on travellers path  
Old cow boy, to being John Wayne  ..

Her Fire Wall

Shy and coy, in turtle shells..

She had her head down..

And moved in decoy..

Ghost among men..

Few did see her, before by sight..

And none remembered her face..

In recall, her name was vague..

Quietly in whisper..

She got on, undetected..

Under the radar, she went unnoticed..

And for her suit, the lime light..

Was never her crave..

Autumn's leaves shedding ..

Was never enough to expose her..

Of her camouflager content..

That's just how she liked it..

She was at ease, in blending in..

Attention was foreign to her needs

And if by choice, default, or so inclined..

On a quest, to unveil her mystery smile..

With one's familiarity in desire..

Be prepared for her firewall..
Many h' tried, it has been known

She has stood the test of time..


Still in there lies a soft spot
Waiting to be discovered 
Like pearls on voyage end..

Words and Meaning

Every word has a meaning, double..

Longer than the word, itself in meaning..

Put in context, what it is, in understanding..

Sounds in meaning, double takes on intent..

Apart from what words in words used..

In context, some are spelt the same..

In letters, word for word,  word of word
Oh my word, but not in meaning..

Twins are those similar, to have been used..

In meaning, instead, in place, replace..
In place, set, positioned to be in 

All the same in meaning..

But for the context, it did be different..

It could be varied, in polish Polish..

Careful now, it could be very different..

And cause offense to the none offensive..

Every word has a meaning..
Longer than, what words in use in meaning..

Sign language in part, for dramatisation..

Used in reference, for understanding..

I like sign language, you know, a lot I do..

In support, in affirmation, in conjunction with..

In line, attached, to do with..

All in meaning, to make clear in context..

Is it just for English, to be so confusing..

Yet only with 26 alphabets in standing..

And some more, metaphors to be added..

I know not, Arabic, 
Japanese or Chinese..

But for their writing..

I find so interesting and intriguing..

And with Japanese, in spoken words..
With what emphasis it places...

On action, on words., pronunciation..

Dramatization that follows..

I hope for hope sake, wishful thinking..

They are not as confusing..

As with English, in words and meaning..

What did you just say, explain yourself, explain yourself