Wednesday 12 January 2011

Answers Answers

From the womb come the questions
There they begin, they manifest, a manacle that countless remain unanswered.
The toddler inquisitive of colour and dragons
and the teenager asking ‘why not?’ and ‘what next’
as the parent is querying the reason
and the pensioner wanting to know when and how it changed.
Yet has anyone the answer? Who has the right and indeed who is right?
Here they come again, what a burden.
Rather, comfort should lie in the unremitting, ubiquitous torrent of questions that will always remain unanswerable, leave them alone
Relish in it.
Answers, now that’s the fear - it is in the sole direction we go.
Try not to grasp at the answers, leave them alone,
as the only answerable question throughout our existence is inevitable death.

Tuesday 11 January 2011

The Invisible Vein

Immaterial, intangible, a most powerful thing,
Love pervades us all, the highs and lows that it brings,
It’s danger; it’s beauty, enervating the most robust,
A mystical, magical entity, it’s greatest ally is trust,

With trust it blossoms and numbs and protects,
Love in full bloom crushes boundaries, no regrets,
Nothing seems mightier than a love in full swing,
Warmth, delight…. Innumerable, wonderful things,

The power of love lies in the weakness it bestows,
Those in its clasp don’t care, can’t direct where they go,
An enigmatic, unpredictable, amazing matter,
He who falls from its heights could be no flatter,

The loss of love knows no bounds,
That wonderful manifestation turns.. in that cloud, one drowns,
The bleakest place is a lonesome love-lost pit,
That ‘something’ missing, that inexpressible hit,

Realisation of indescribable, unfathomable feelings,
The loss of their comfort, leaves the lovelost reeling,
Bitterness inevitable at such a blow,
Yet on the fire of anger, time begins to snow,

In appreciating the enigma and power of love,
It’s possibilities and capacities above,
Accept it, embrace it, no one can ever control,
The power in life that makes the world roll

(Copyright)

Monday 10 January 2011

Work Work Work Work

CRASH 11/06/09

Possibly run by Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dee,
Britain blinked to find a shattered economy,
In whom do we trust and what’s it all for?
As; for pennies we scramble around of the floor,

Stuck in a rut with shrouded vision,
What do I need with multiple division?
It may pay the bills but smile I will not,
As each day I turn up like the other robots,

Drilled down to the ‘Toads’ that Larkin depicted,
The labours of work seem to have inflicted,
Inability to see beyond the routine,
Scared to step out and reach for what be the dream,

What be the dream, what be it indeed?
Far off and forgotten, too consumed in greed,
To bother to pick up the sullen head,
Plonked in the sand is easier instead,

But the bold and the beautiful, they’ll find their way,
By pushing the boundaries, unashamed to stray,
From the comfort and fear of their monotonous work,
To seek what more out there might lurk,

Economy, on you we should not excuse,
Our lack of assertiveness, that new pair of shoes,
Instead we should look within our very selves,
Before we’re choking in dust up on the shelves.