Dropping Like Flies

              Dropping like Flies.

who would see
the way life fails us? 
time lost, space left
as everything eventually dies.
cold the slumber,
felt a final fear of loss.
the way to move forward
gone,
gone in a blinking
of the proverbial eye,
so real the falling,
we all eventually die,
my oh my,
the longest pursuance
of the original lie, why
oh why?

troubles left
to the fray of life,
where no-one escapes
the strife of the knife,
the falling epoch of time,
no longer yours,
no longer mine.
called to angels,
my friends, the believers,
a force of knowing
the hope still glowing,
to find rest in peace,
a day they gave in
a last gasp of release,
cancer the reaper, please
accept my goodbye!

R.I.P.
Monk.

Drift Would

Drift Would

When the swollen river

Would carry me along,

I could have cared

No less in my song.

To be drifting on,

Going with the flow,

Was a real blessing

More, much more than I’d know.

Caught in the pool,

Eddy’s of twisting fate

Some unknown strange disaster

Now making me relate.

Comfort was too overrated,

Once the stream of time,

No sense or purpose,

No reason, no rhyme.

Lifted by the turbulence,

Harried under turgid force,

Lost for a direction,

Heading for something worse.

Battled to the current,

Of how life should flow,

Pressures above me pushing,

And much more below.

The Eagle has landed

The Eagle has Landed

Take on the mountain,

Deft to challenge open skies,

Once a flight

Was sent into heaven,

Courage for the fall,

Daring to be lost,

Vision in a nightscape,

Where darkness prevailed,

Was all I’d desired,

In the coming of the dawn.

Gone that Eagle eyed view,

Moved to a place

Where solace and shelter,

Provide more sanctuary

Than the prevailing wind,

Than the taste of silence,

From the heart of utopia,

In the soul of the world,

And bound by trust,

In all the love,

These wings could provide.

‘Sentiment for Freedom’

Of Life and Men

 Of Life and Men

Grander plans would be novice,

Where things would flow in dreams,

Only there can be the unfolding,

Of what you want from me, it seems.

Captured by the flight of fancy,

Under skies of the wandering moon,

You have left me knowing nothing,

And effectively felled me whence I’d swoon.

Maybe you don’t know your mind,

Or perhaps forgot how soft I am,

Did you see me a rock of comfort,

Forgetting that I’m just a man?

Could you sense the beginning,

Of days where you’d be lonely,

In  room where you’d be to me,

The light of life, my one and only?

Break the pattern now or suffer,

If you’d find a chance to enjoy peace,

Where the demons want to take you,

Is not a place you’ll find release.

Take a chance and feel the fear,

Grow where love will set you free,

Don’t be thinking life’s against you,

Just because it sent you to me..!

Take My Hand

Take My Hand

What would I do, if it weren’t

For you, and all the special

Love you helped me to?

There simply are not moments

Where I don’t love you, and

All this passion so very true.

Eternity could come and roll on

Bye, but you’d still be here,

To catch my eye and satisfy.

Still I wonder here I spy,

The beauty of you, with my

Little eye, so pure, so do I testify.

Make no error of my yearning,

To make love a home, held

Under your skin that senses burning.

Captivated in a way so very holy,

I’m floored to breath delight

That will bring my ego lowly.

Here this night on divan of

Gold, I sense my release to you

Is something precious I’ve sold.

Ripened ‘pon the meadow in

Heaven, you send me crazy alive,

Acting as a boy of eleven.

Walk with me throughout life,

Come tenderly to my side again,

Devoted as any precious wife.

Fill me now as only you can,

Deliver this craziness in me

To a place I’ll be your loving man.

Conquered by this smile and

All your sweet-hearted patience,

I’m blessed to see where I’ll stand.

Known to you in even simple

Pleasures, I’ll never walk alone,

Because I know you’ll take my hand…

The Woodcutter’s Chopper.

The Woodcutter’s Chopper.

Sharon was different now,

A woman in all her glory,

Since the time she lost

Her chopper, and definitely since

That time she gained her smile.

What good was a chopper now?

The manliness of Barry’s tool,

His woodcutters chopper now gone

She could smile as only a woman

Can. A sense of freedom from

The endless days of depression,

Of feelings of angst and regret,

A whole lifetime of sorrow,

Nearly all had left her then,

When Barry found her new

Tomorrow, not one to borrow

But keep her floating high.

Held as one who’s tender,

Soft, gentle, not so regimental,

Glowing with the light of life,

Perhaps now, even a wife?

Stitches heal the wounds of time,

Some enchanted romantic nature

Yet alive to find and mind.

Bruised a little by the apple

So obvious Barry’s former life.

Gruelling days in contemplation,

To be a butterfly of nature,

Or stay as the brute force

Of mans domination, and all

 The mental examination. Was

Sharon’s task, too much to ask?

Upon the table, she arose

To become someone very able.

Laughter in the face of hate,

Discrimination and segregation,

Gone now far away, some say,

To herald how demand for

Choice has altered even here

Her voice and style. The deep

Tone of Barry’s quest to know,

What happiness changing this

Could ultimately then bestow,

And field the sweet release,

Sharon took to live at peace.

Gobsmacked by physique, the

High lines and boobs, yes great

Big boobs, hoorah…… Barry was

Gone when Sharon came, and

Well, now even the grooming,

Would never ever be the same….