The Hobo
He sits lackadaisically ‘neath the tall tree
What a cantankerous old man, he’s turned out to be
With his handlebar moustache, which he twirls at the end
And with a lascivious glint he ogles the maids
Adorned in a vest, of brocade
With his long stemmed pipe sending vapors to the sky
Algorithms rein in, his roaming mind
As clandestine thoughts develop, which are not so kind
While his bowler hat sits, on his shiny dome
Allusions of grandeur were his only dreams
Gregarious by nature, he sought out parties in extremes
Now he sits in his worn-out tweed pants, with patches on their knees
A life of a nomadic, this is what is he leads
A scarab amulet on his arm, the gods … have decreed
The soles of his shoes having holes worn through
I have a heart in my hands.
I have a heart in my hands.
Precious a possession it is.
Filled with love,
my whole being it warms.
I have a heart in my hands.
Handle it with care, I’m told.
With material fragile, when broken,
to one harm or hurt it can bring.
I have a heart in my hands.
Deep into the ocean of love it has dived.
Mine, it calls to enjoy,
when too deep the waters get, rescue us who will.
I have a heart in my hands.
Potions of love it pumps out.
When I drink spells of love I’m cast into.
I have a heart in my hands.
Too hot it burns with love.
With my hands I’m unable to handle,
but the fire my heart can handle.
Now I have a heart in my heart.
And my heart is in someone’s hands
But the heart is where it should be.
Where are you taking your life?
There is a place eternal
with Joy, Rest and Peace,
and then a place eternal,
with sorrow, horror and terror.
Where are you taking your life?
To a place
warm with Love,
or to a place
hot with fire.
Where are you taking your life?
To a place
of Singing and Rejoicing
or to a place,
of wailing and crying.
Where are you taking your life?
To a place
filled with Light and Peace
or to a place,
filled with darkness and terror
Where are you taking your life?
Choose and Decide today
Because tomorrow you may be there.
Some Declaration
Some declaration
From these lips, no lies to be uttered
From these eyes no evil I will witness
From this mind no evil thoughts to prevail,
With this body, no instrument for the destructive forces thought up by the brain
In this life, a life of calm, serene peace to be lead
With this life, a life of joy to be spread,
with this mouth, words of joy to prevail
With this mind, pure thoughts of compassion will set sail
With these eyes I will see the beauty in all
From these lips a well of information will be helping all
I will lead them all to a peaceful wall
With this thought ..I will prevail
Casting away in my mind to set sail
Sail to myopic Nirvana in hell
This be the day when I lied to all and myself.
To be granted the opportunity to be pure and simple
Days of happy thoughts…a mind of wealth I will swim in and dwindle
Secrets of happiness I will cast out to the sea ,only to receive an abundance of praise for all eternity.
Life in a maze ,my declaration is pure …wake in the hollow point of life that is demure.
Speak in the tongue of life , an instrument of life itself…I will be
Me a declaration…I will be free and proclaim the words of the calm and my serenity.
Me ,I can say me for I am he
Who said all these things nonchalant with precise symmetry.
All in the name of some declaration that we all make in vain.
We are all liars…what a shame.
We who are lost,but found sometime
Have this inherent gift to speak our minds.
What was said at that time ,in space and time
Lies and deceit already flied.
Who can recall the times when you were sincere,me the declaration was always near
Near to had when we want to impress.
Near to be had to fool the best.
Needless to say someone ate the crow
Some declarations were spun in gold.
Words of no meaning drugging the masses
Some revelation …some declaration passes…
Love who?
Knock Knock
Who's there?
It's love?
Love who?
Love me now or leave me alone?
This used to be a game
But now things have changed
It is now the may of life for me
I wish I could open my heart
And let love flow freely
But I'm used to shutting it out
I wanted to be free
Free from love
Free from commitment
Free from stress
Free, just free
But now I ask myself
What am I free from?
Is it from happiness that love brings?
Is it from companionship that commitment brings?
Is it from mind exercise that stress brings?
Am I really free
Yes I am free
But it is cruel kind of freeness
It is the freeness that makes one sad
I wish love would knock on my heart's door again
This time I would just open up and let it in
But maybe it is too late now…
The Mighty Ocean
I looked across the sea and felt, insignificant at vastness helped
By the changing moods of the place, the sea so calm then an angry place
Where a storm of some proportion, had devastated land near the ocean
I witnessed nature in angry mood, an awesome sight from where I stood
Lightning flashes a thunder crash, made me tremble and stand aghast
Fishermen face this prospect ever near, a fool would say without fear
They venture out further a field, as fish supplies reduce their yield
To waters where the ice flows free, and icebergs are a hazard at sea
Cold waters where they now invade, are catches that are highly paid
The women at home scan the horizon, for some signs from god Poseidon
And when sighted what an a-to-do, as they come ever nearer into view
Counting numbers that all is well, to welcome them home a spell
Everyone there see them come home, a good catch will hardship atone
For worry left for them that stay, soon forgot celebrating the day
Tales are told of their time at sea, of ghost ships and mermaids three
What to believe or what is folklore, is anyone’s guess when on shore
There’s always stories and jest, the White Whale and Marie Celeste
Odd things happen when out to sea, don’t happen on land we agree
Nets repaired and boats ready inside, ready to sail at first tide
Once more they go to search for shoals, of fish to fill their hungry holds
One boat has luck and had a good catch, filled full and a battened hatch
Triumphant the Captain’s horn blasts; off home he signals other crafts
The boat is overfull and answers slow, to the Captains command to go
Clouds have gathered and so the swell, trouble ahead he rings the bell
Check the hatches is the cry, hurry up he says as he looks up at the sky
The boat slides down a water valley, shakes like a dog and begins to rally
Keeping her head into the winds storm, they are battered but not forlorn
Each man tied onto safety lines, no respite in this fight or let up signs
Like eternity it seemed like forever, suddenly a break in the weather
Cries of joy from all the crew aboard, hard work and faith in their Lord
They made it home in the moonlight, and knew they were lucky that night
Next day they watched arrivals of other crews, all home but one overdue
The day wore on with still no sign, of the missing boat of the fishing line
The Captain called the crews together; we go to search in stormy weather
Every man ready to search the sea, the next time it might be you or me
To the boats they rush to get the tide, every man jack none to abide
Fanned out wide was their plan, to search far and wide as they could scan
A cry is heard from the bridge ahoy, some flotsam or maybe a buoy
A lifebelt with the boat’s name on, a sign that the boat could be gone
Then a cry from aloft I see a sign, a white cloth waving from a pole line
As they get closer so they behold, the hull appeared where she rolled
No upper structure, wheelhouse bare, wallowed the boat beyond repair
The crew lay exhausted inside the bottom, luck that the seekers saw them
With joy untold to see their mates, that they thought had watery fates
Telegraph from ship to shore to tell, of lucky shipmates saved from hell
Into harbour they all returned home, with horns blowing and flags flown
This round was won by the fleet, against the odds wind storm and sleet
Unsung heroes where ere they be, these men of the ocean and the sea
In the taverns such tales are told, of rescues at sea and pirates gold
Amazed tales of what can be in the net, when fishing and what you get
Like tales of the great white shark, ruining the nets of the Cutty Sark
This monster eight metres in length, attacked with its great strength
Its head as large as a humpback whale, teeth as sharp as a six inch nail
It bit a chunk out of the boat’s port side, then pushed them far and wide
Faster at a terrible pace, like hell bent destruction would be the case
Then dived until there was not a sound, the crew listening and then found
A commotion like never seen before, as the shark came through the floor
The boat sunk in the water like a stone, crew dead except one man alone
The only one saved to tell the tale; he never went to sea again he’s frail
He will tell you with wheezes and pain, at night he sees the shark again
Relives in terror of that terrible sight, of when his hair turned white
A silence of respect begins to form, each man thinking of the storm
They sat round the table together, fishermen talking about the weather
Unpredictable forces beyond control, which can torture your very soul
To make you wonder if your time has come, or will you see the rising sun
With this sobering line of thought, another round of drinks was bought
Then someone would say I remember when, and another tale began again
Oh! What a pleasure it must be said, with your mates when evening fades
That camaraderie that is found in man, surely part of God’s eternal plan
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Questions
Two Star crossed Lover's,
Destined to be?
Stuck between some others,
Why can't they just be happy?
The Love Felt…
Deep and True!
But too much is being put before these two.
One Holding on,
One willing to let go…
What are they going to do?
Love and be happy
or separate and wallow in misery?
Which one?
What's right?
And right for who?
Which one is right for me and you?
La Clashed Will
An ignored Lord is Your case
Unwanted fronted was your Love
Blueprinted meant it for one race
For unity purity from a Dove
Unashamed blamed for our sins since
Birth earth looked down on You
Crucified denied no pins
Hurting alerting what is true
Wow bow down Mother
Mary carry your cross
Daily lately I’m feeling rather
A mail of fail of a loss
Unappreciated baited Your hand
Someone anyone can grab hold
A favor never let go understand
Our power He can unfold
He exists resist is your choice
Comfortable accountable shall you be for your
Actions conviction is His voice
Obey or delay to enter His open door
The proud loud shall they
Scream team B shall loose
Only Holy did they lay
Down drown their pride for abuse
Ridiculed ruled in the Spirit
Giants in silence they conquer
Life of strife with this permit
Untouched punched like Rienhard Bonnke
Rejection caused affection on Gods
Heart so He apart His Son from us
To cause doors to open for His Rods
Finishes and punishes all who reject Jesus
La Curtains Diversity
Open my curtain I’m uncertain
Of my surrounding I’m abounding
In a society controlled by a diversity
Of deception of my misconception
I availed my space to be veiled
By a dark eye as Noah's ark
Peoples eyes were open and no wise
Decision was made so their lives ware laid
I perceive life but it can deceive
My mentality and I’m blinded spiritually
I hear thee but don’t listen
I speaketh with no speech
I inhale but don’t breathe
I gaze but don’t stand in awe
I touch but don’t sense
I walk with no footprints behind me
I share tears with a dry eye
I laugh with no expression
I’m quiet with an open mouth
My siren rings with no sound
I’m sensitive with no situation
I’m a poet with no inspiration
How do I tear this curtains care
For me it accepts my misconcepts
I inhabit its habit
To feel and not react
I know its truth but don’t pursue it
I know its promise but don’t receive it
I understand its heart but don’t UNDERSTAND
I broke my window who snuck in?
sweet element
in the taboo element of the elementary school of simple elements.
in the compounds of hounds smelling to find the found.
in the rude awakening of perfection; mental figure scribing affection as the sweet element,
oxidised by the volatile sub-atomical nuclear fusion of the lovers confusion.
sweet element of text in scriptures of hidden facts…dotted by robbed robbins in sweet flight ;in the fullness of a void dark light.
sweet element truthied by the lies of fantancy in the real dreams of reality,arked by Noah's ark to harbour the firey waters of a heart;drowned in the embres of blood only for remembrance .
sweet element of my mind created to only amend the walls of my mind.