The shadow of death crawls across his face
but there lies a burning will in his eyes,
commanding the strength to fight with grace
against the odds, the cruel fate that rise.

When others' courage falter, his will not.
He's the spirit of every man who stands
when life is full of aches and dreams have rot
His heart, it beats with pride that knows no end.

Standing at the edge
of the cliff of time
sooner than later
I too will not chime
there may be no more rhyme
lime
nor
sublime
as I lay
in hands of Divine

But with me
all is fine...

THE ALL TOO HUMAN

There is an inexplicable and mysterious essence
within us that makes us rise above ourselves
in our darkest moments of despair as our life
draws near to finality: a scintilla of promise
washes over us to disclaim doubt and fear.
there is much yet to learn of the ways
of God and Nature yet our heart and mind
are stricken with disbelief and we lose count
of the treasures of Creation

the flag lags
the dirts rude
everyone sipping
tins of brew
Mindless lazy
crazy dayze

the red dirt
the tinted haze
brick baked
huddled homes
and cisterns on
legged watch
silver space ships
in the dark

bicees and Marmelite
under the shade
a porch with a ruddy
crowd..

I’m sitting in hot sand,
Bright sunlight on my face,
A warmth of gentle breeze
Against my skin,
My heels cooled by blue surf
Rolling up the jam-packed beach.

A hundred radios and players
Babble music up and down the shore,
None of which I want to hear
Upon this radiant day,
While people mob the gentle water
Looking for relief from temperature,

And I’ll say
When I had just turned twenty,
I was supposed to get married,
To this one girl,
We’ll call her Love,
But not that sweet kind of love,
That love that doesn’t even love you back,
That love that lies to you and doesn’t call back,
That love that secretly hates you,
Because it doesn’t understand you,
Nor does it want to,
Yes sir,
That kind of love,
The kind of love that will get up and leave you,

So many have composed poems
on
'Who Am I'

You are a Lords
also Gods guy
I alone am a seed of Intelligence

No one knows tomorrow
all time we always borrow
we think in or own steeled way
Divine unshaken!
our whole desire
want others also to say
I alone am right

Perhaps you maybe,
but let me catch
my last flight
see me flying away
from all that is humanly
your Gods will!!!

To wake and see a gentle frieze of green
white specks of drifting cockatoos, in between
slow gums, mulling over the morning cold
long before the stirring shadows hold
releases these night bound dwelling sleepers
lost in cloisters old, and drifting deeper
lost in sanctuaries serene, that once all children knew
now in a vague shadow of reverie, half true

then, a scarce fleeting memory,
something once touched,
augured a hidden sense
innate in all, a certain innocence: