Given the Will to Write

Time after time

Sat at the screen that replaced the machine

Mechanical as it was but beautiful as they are

Still time moves to dawn upon us technilogical advances

Helping and aiding but in aiding came new villiany

Scenery, scenario's, life experience

The subjects that gave writing reason for being

With windows that face a dark road of wide eyed menaces

Orange glows light up the lines that guide even the worse of us

Making sure we end up where we should be placed

But those have gone

Never to see unwritten words on the paper before it appeared

As plain as the one who smiles with no expression

Not pretending or false application

But loss of the ability to fool even a king

A painter can see what they wish to paint

A photographer can see what they wish to take

With each image they give a thousand words appear

Harder than just an image a thousand words to be

Finished is the art that are sharp and beautiful

An artist of words cannot paint the letters they cannot see

Lost for words and imagination is what has become

Hard to shape the letters or continue the flow of words

Cohesive lines that make no sense

Much to the disgust of the artist as the art itself

Looking for inspiration and bringing faith into the equation

Searching for the light that sparked my intention

The flicker of hope to continue this essay

The switch that has shrowded into the depths to wait and stay

Before discovery is made to return it back to its rightful place

Thanks to you the words have returned

No need for scenery nor life experience

Projecting a single light to follow

Giving a lifeline to hold on to

The winged ones will wait another day

Help For a Lost One

This is was asked of me to write and therefore I shall gladly pursuit this request although I'm not too sure how this can help but I shall see what I can write for you.

Contradiction works for every situation

Whether in the road or on the footpath to a destination outside our range

We can always believe

But understand that one perception is another clueless thought

You see a clown another sees fear

One wink is another ones blink

Obvious is also in the line of fire when you speak of such confusion

It is only done so when you think logically

But with every notion there is illogical thinking involved

Mensa could not work it out

Chemicals change what the result is and you believe what your experiment results give

You can say it was one

But to another it was something else with you as the middle joker

Maturity was mant to make things easier

To make your words sweeter and lighter on the ears

But backfire comes from the best when they change too soon or too late

What is hated is loved and what is loved is hated

Looks the same but stayed different

A smile is what is needed or is that naive?

Cheers to the drinks we once had in a circle

Clinging onto the memories we hold but thinking of possibilities creates regret

When the coin falls, it won't go straight

It hits the bottom with a clink that resonates in the sea of blue

Couldn't whip this away if I tried

Your lessons are for yourself to teach and learn

Never hearing what you want to have done

Make up your mind and dream of a breeze that carries away the instinctive ways we give and take

Your mind questions what you regret and what you understand

Clasped so tight we walk far

But only so far as to the curb

A lipful connection doesn't consent in further directions

But the blissful fruit we all try to reach for

At the top the apple fell

That is why the tree grows ever so much stronger

Picking it for pleasure or picking for keeps

In the end it was gonna be forever

and it is your sense that makes it not the collective minds around

Which is it that you choose to keep up

Likelihood that weather will come and blaze upon you and then you will sing

Remember hopes and dream only happen with strive

Motion with force

and trust in the smiles and arms that open and speak

Pride and Honour, Humility and Shame

It was always for another reason

It stretched from one end to another

Continued until it ran round the poles

Still you could see it on the glasses we all possess

For the grains and blades that cover the surfaces

The spoils and deceased will burn the mobiles we run

The family man or the child knows not the old ways we once marched into fields of gold for

The understanding of Labour has changed

Times have moved on not the path that was once so hard

Enhanced to improve our survival rate

We are not the only ones to evolve

Generating nothing but hate and disloyalty to those around us which have our hands in our pockets

As the paper falls like leaves on an autumn day

We all wait and stare into the sky

Where science has given hope

It has also taken faith

With each action from the slide of a finger to a point

Control is what we try to obtain

Leaving what was the strength as the enemy we seek and never saw

With just a simple press of the tool we were given we didn't realise that it was just a glitch

Hidden faces glance and peer concentrating on the very thing we all know existed and ignored

The fly on the walls keep its eye attached to what you do so it can swoop and spoil the spoils

Humanity and existence lost its true meaning when it answered the question

Why

How

Where

When

What

Who

...Us...

...There was no place for it now, in te past is where it will stay, as for the latter...

...It surrounds us and will forever be in our hearts...

The Writing I Washed Away

Summer will turn to a different day
In that time the tears willfully fall upon our skin
The sun sets to sweeten the scene
The warm sand breathes the same air we share
With only one being on the shore
It is obvious I stand alone with nothing but my imagination lost
In darkened spaces I will stand out with my beak asking to perch
With my wings I'll span across the sea and find what I was once looking for
I try to make sense of it but I never will
Instances of light flashes towards me and I am given the sensation that I have lost it once again
If only I could translate every language to a universal symbol
With every hand raised it seems impossible to find one
A hand on my heart which isn't mine
I hold it tightly with grace and comfort
Breathe life into that which holds me then and never let go
Eye to eye and fist to fist
Grasped and willing to give it everything and to give in to anything
In taboo situations that leave the tingling sensation that once was found by someone else
Extended to the farthest reaches of the each others world
Uncovered and discovered who each other really are
Going further and further knowing well that it was wrong
Knowing everything is not that of what the mind is saying
Yet still giving in to sin
I'll still be looking for what I was missing in that subject
In that manner
That matter we were so longing for never came true in the light that we hoped to be independent
Same country was easy if it wasn't here nor there
Same continent would be the same as above all
So questioning what I know
It was not your dream and it wasn't my reality
We won on our own turf
If only that were true
Stick to what I know what to say and I will give you that which is holy
Breeze drifts past my face and flowers will send my mind into shock
Still insisting that I am in their fate
I am not in control of what I do
But an excuse is all it really was
It was too late and too early
I could never get the timing right nor the right words
I'll give you my life in a crystal light and break it up
Each colour will make you wonder if I'm really persistant or lazy
Here my words have the right only to speak the words I never could say
So I say this to you and your one
Dream sweetness and awake with the smile that out shines

Revisited and Revised

Looking back at times gone by you see
the good the bad and the seriously messed up works of the entities that walk this planet
Rest in the places where even the bugs might bite
the weather and the events go together so well
cheating for the moment to get that extra step ahead of a wait forever lasting
bring forth the cursed and the wretched
criss cross the centre point to make use of the only people worth having a chin wag with
finding your the one being manipulated from the beginning
notice the flags but not the freedom
so much for chips and the burger we all believed to be something
a perk one might say
with peppery taste you come to the sense of not trying to kill someone
the death note that is taken to the murderer and yet the murdered is yet to have a say
Incidentally it falls into place
you change your mind too often to remember what you say
from section to sector we understand a little more
never looking over the shoulder you turned away with
throwing the salt over the left to hope what you conjure up turns out for the best of you
creation of the wheel gave more of an idea to know what the best choice was to take
or to take out
genius is an over used word in slang to real genius'
regularity and drifts in the solar world we never understand the never ending sides
twice you have to think
one for the voice we all hear
one for the others that dare intrude
block the wall from collapsing
but tear it down when it is blocking more than the flow of liquid crystal
what will you pick when she is the one who will be the pretentious one

The Mix Up of Man

Tending to the sick and the poor
we listen and never read
twist and turn fitting through every crevice to check for any problems
spoken like a true gentleman
gentle is the word
taking each step step by step
healing sickness and fixing joints of a puppet can give us such joy
brown to black we become confused
which way we should lend a hand and how we know it's all working out
taking the advice and pray it is true
one way or another we read the papers to find out the hypocrisy that surrounds our homes
telling us the words of synchronized movements in the water in the rooms we think are empty
eyes and ears in your walls
apparently is the word we use to say we heard or read
yet we break to say a parent lie is a parent that dies inside
crooked teeth and cape of gold is a symbol
what we perceive it as seems to incorrect until the ink is placed
on paper or in blood
it becomes the same as the river of the Nile
Thames couldn't compare
with the history we apparently have
only 2000 years exist yet the clothes that cover us differ
we became the same ad we were 2000 years back
riding from one to another til we find the one we stand by and hold the horse that lead you there
we never listen and we fall to our knees
listen please not to me or the words that leak
the wind says more than any man could
from every corner of the world
it has been there and can tell a story
of a man or insect
it has more feeling than any feeling we call love these days
the film that lights up the screen
can give us a window yet bend reality
dreams of dreams upon fake fate of philosophy
but they never understand the real times of pride and honour
are you willing to
to give and take that which gives you power to stand and fight
for what you understand and here
on the brink of war
expendable
thats all we all are...