POETRY
Where is Thou Hammer?
A man of promises
But little are seen
For years he has spoken of tools
Especially of this one dream
One day the boy asks
As he has become a true fiend
Where is this hammer you speak of?
For years I have yearned for such hammer
The dearest have burned for much glamour
Wearied is the worn blanket there’s no receipt of
Only time it is seen in my dreams that I dream of
As is for me
The man addresses his seed
While saying don’t you see
For what you wish
Never can be
Solemn Tree
The Solemn Tree stands full of sorrow
Blind to the blood and time that is borrowed
But as the full moon rises in the future floods no tomorrow
The Forest afar flocks for now as it waves
Solemn tree sees them all the pack on display
Jealousy reaps as into the night they all fade
They degrade into shapes that turn into shades of grey all covered in rain
But to the forest there’s no dismay
Only thoughts of Growth, Strength, Power, but in the end only vain
Solemn tree watches while winters & seasons so seemingly pass
Til the day comes it’s here finally at last
His forest of friends from afar
Fight fire and wind on the first day of fall
Their bark breaks burning thin
The pain just begins
It’s the end of them all
Most scorched into ashes
Throughout and through in
The rest churned into bins as well as a wall
Solemn Tree stands not so bountiful nor tall
Yet he stands and watches it all
Depuis Toujours
Depuis Toujours
La pluie tombe sur mon dos
Depuis Toujours
Je cours sans résistance
Depuis Toujours
Je attend patiemment
Depuis Toujours
J’ai voulu rien que ça
Depuis Toujours
Ça m’attendais
Depuis Toujours
Le sang courrez dans nos veines
Depuis Toujours
J’ai vue la vie qui me passe
Depuis Toujours
Je vit comme le vent
Depuis Toujours
Je suis perdu sans elle l’or de mon cour
Et la maintenant
Je vois le horizon devant moi
Et la maintenant
J’arrive vers la fin
Et la maintenant
Je voyage dans la descente
Et la maintenant
Je me couche comme le soleil
HummingJay
The rain hails as it hauls
The birds of humming
They are coming
And happily happen to have
The best stories of all
They live love laugh
They fly fast
As they watch while we crawl
They’ll never live long
Grow old or grow tall
However hummingjay enjoys all of its moments even the fall
Long comes the humid breeze
With it all the memories seized
But nobody balls
Bleak Existence
The Word has vanished
A sea barren broken by its void
The emptiness of all surroundings
A bleak darkness rising along the horizon
An illegitimate temptation delivered in false prophethood
No longer there stands a true sense of worth
Mass is measured in feathers
Time tabled in transitions
Matches fabled by flames
And loneliest of all love lost in translation
A glimmer of hope arises in the form of a bird
Flying around occasionally appearing as a reminder
The fate of the word a future unspoken
The fate of the word is unfinished
Just like the words on this page
When (ONE)
When one cares
One talks
When one shares
One walks
When one connects
One stays there
Inhales and breathes in the air
One loves
One flocks
One does
One chalks
There’s always an inverse of thought
And true sentiment cannot be bought
But then in the end
Its not a matter of whom what where nor then
Its a matter of you how and when
One is in peace
The newtonian twin full of deceit
They recede as they fall to their feet