Spend years teaching an elephant that he isn't free,
and he will never break the chains.

A warrior will not pick up the sword,
if they believe the hand cannot wield the fight.

The artist won't sweep her brush strokes,
if the canvas is already dripping black.

And the swan will never spread it's downy wings,
if it has been called ugly it’s entire life.

The lies we believe are the lies we live by.
The mirror is a liar if we so wish it to be.

Soft Sandal Feet

Soft Sandal Feet

A line drawn in the sand/

Immersed with heavy fallen tears..,
A beat of sweat
One word would often calm my fears !
With both waiting hands/

Torn amidst the heavy burden of the sun..,
With solace of peace and inner tranquility !
The pitter patter of soft sandal feet/
Would you now open your heart's door to him ?

There really is no other way/

Ingenuity
Benefits humanity
For posterity

The mirrors image is fading
Everything is so distorted now
Were once pieces of a hopeful soul
Now whispers of tangled truths
Scattered to the winds without
Care without thought

Nothing else lives beyond
But emptiness - trillions of miles
Full of emptiness
I'm alone
Aimlessly roaming in the air

I don't know where I'm going
But at this moment
I don't really care
Days that will never return
I watch as they float
Throughout the horizon

Oak filligree and brass
squeals open
protests its task
dry leaf husks
chase eache other
on limb draped tired
giant oaks
Hulks of trunks like
Keeps and the sleek
rounded coupes
lie submissive in
the shards of night

Lovely girly

I have not had
much similar experience
but i remember

once i sat next to a very beautiful girl
years ago
and
mistakenly touched her
with my elbow

she yelled miss
and
miss said
yes

i said sorry
softy
she smiled and said
nothing amiss
miss

i sighed and she smiled
but that was years
down the road

when i was young
not too old
but my
she was bold
as I was then cold

Out in the Cold.

We Left Are Mark !

It was starting to rain,

That's when the acorns' fell

Next a slight ring of the bell,
Yet the door frame was still marked...
With a light silver streak;
Many faces in the crowd

One isn't accustomed to having a fancy bizarre
Suddenly there was a very loud noise !
Carry on out on the patio,
First a big black crow...

twill and tweed
and dustbin notes
the mossy din
of slate rain roofs
Fresh chips in
the page
of yesterdays wrap
the newsprint czars
of rattle-trap

Throw in some Guinness
to the boot
on the dash of our Morgan
we'll take a toot
Out on the Motorway
hills and dale
Misty Moors in rains
sweet veil
back home for evenings
bisquits and tea
some late nite telly
till hours of wee

....