Undulating, curving slow,
Skirting peat banks thick with reed,
The road uncoils to where I know
Though I know not where it may lead.
Where the stone gives way to Sea
I’m cradled gently through the brine,
Then birthed ashore where I was me
Two lifetimes meet their parting line.
To cross one way and not return
Forever leaves the pathway broke,
To read a book yet not to learn
Steals from its pages wisdom spoke.
Often not by purposed step
We find ourselves from where we came,
An accident without regret
Full circle, brings us home again.
Every frame through narrowed sight
The edges blur to indistinct,
So honed the thought, so free of light
A moment’s life, then life extinct.
A breath released, the action spent
The snapshot fused upon a mind,
A palette’s hue cannot relent
The vivid bleed its colours find
Then shuffling through the silent rooms
Wall on wall the canvas stained,
Memories brushed like smoking plumes
That rose to leave yet still remained.
Angels know a Million things The Coded Genes that fix their Wings,
Devils know a Thousand Lands Of Poison Tongues and Idle Hands.
Knowing’s not the thing to fear when Thunders far there’s Lightening near,
The Reapers Scythe lurks in the gaps between the Contours of our Maps.
After Smiles and Shaken Hands Serpents loose their Bloody Plans,
While Dogs of War attend their Wounds Havoc Slips to Rage too soon.
There’s no-one Guarding at the Gates where Saints and Sinners Congregate,
They’re Far to busy Preaching Hate to recognize their Brain Washed State.
As Word on Word the Pulpits Fall into their Pits go One and All,
Their Little Voices Hollowed out no matter how they Scream and Shout