Roots

I have been gone a long long time
from this land, this air, this life.
Gone from these meadows,
forgotten by the shadows,
hollow heart resounding with strife.

I had all but forgotten this,
this which once I called my own.
Since I did depart
misled by my heart
to wander in yon world alone.

Memories did haunt me yet,
never quite letting me free.
The music of boughs,
a hint would arouse
a strange longing in me.

A whiff of wooded, earthy scent
carried on the mocking breeze,
my blood it burned
my whole being yearned
to return to the comfort of the trees.

So here I am now, returned
from the aimless paths i did roam.
Returned to the meadows
to lurking forest shadows,
where each leaf whispers "home."

Rainbows and Reason

There is a world seldom seen,
veiled by the everyday.
A sudden glimpse of iridescence
in the humdrum shades of grey.

It is a world of airy castles,
of shimmer, and of light.
The Kingdom of Dreams and Shadows,
ever elusive to sight.

I can't see, nor touch it,
and yet it's always there,
on the fringes of reality,
blending in somewhere...

Shadows, and yet a hundredfold
the strength of reason stern.
When the real crumbles underfoot,
where else do I turn?

It is my world of comfort.
A truth, when all else fails.
And yet, it only finds place
when harsh veracity pales.

So I ask myself now,
as the pursuit of reality is run,
need my rainbows so often be
shadowed by my reason?

TRUTH

I was born alone in this world
and alone forever must i stay.
People come close to my heart,
but in the end, must go away.
No-one can read into the
thoughts and feelings of another.
Only hearts, not the mind,
are bound by the silken tether.
It is but rank foolishness
to expect them to feel your pain,
to find the same laugh as you,
for eternity together remain.
Yes, I say, I exist alone.
Though many be to lend a hand,
to live, honour and end a life
no-one but me can understand.

Fade

I look, look
hoping to see
Staring out so far, something must be.
But it isn't
not here
No joy, no thought, no pain no fear
Emotions blank
mind aground
as much as I may look around
Deserted all
featureless plains
a single mind, all that remains.
Struggling,
searching endlessly
while unchange presses relentlessly
against it's
every thought
As it searches, for what is not.
You see
things change
vary, mutate, evolve, derange.
Inspiration is
momentary, then done -
a wisp of cloud, fading in the sun.

Extinction

"Hear me NOW!" the voice cried,
across the mountains, valleys wide.
"Listen, it is of pain I sing,"
so said the voice of Suffering.
"A million souls cry out in fear.
Birds and beasts, both far and near,
as Human will, immovable dense
drops curtains on their existence.
Do you not see their pain, O Man?
If save them you do not, who can?
Think! before you cut and burn.
Before it is too late to learn
a lesson you can't live without,
or survival is indeed in doubt.
Unconcerned, you may sit and stare,
You will follow soon, beware!"
The voice echoed on in vain,
Human ears heard not the pain.
And soon, those deaf ears and blind eyes
faced destruction of their own devise.
And then, wondered where they'd been,
and how they could have not seen
smoldering seas and barren lands....
The Earth, murdered at their hands.

Suicidal?

Life never was fair,
and it won't ever be.
Drowned in its murky mists,
it's often hard to see.
Bound to crude reality,
while straining to be free.

Cruel monotony rules,
in a world so mundane.
Failure ever following,
it drives you insane.
Small are the pleasures.....
never quite worth the pain.

Though you feel imprisoned,
your soul begs to fly,
And all that is living
may seem but a lie.
You must turn for help,
when Death seems worth a try.

CRY

When all seems lost,
nothing goes right.
When the hand of fate
seems to douse all light.
When darkening clouds
consume your sky.
When all that is good
seems to pass you by.
When you're tired of life
and you need some
respite, some relief.
Then, let the tears come
When friends turn,
and there's no comfort.
When hope seems lost,
and your heart seems to hurt.
When the world seems
to be eternally dark.
When the poisoned arrow
seems to find its mark.
When it hurts so bad,
you just want to be numb,
to be lost, faraway.
Then, let the tears come.