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

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