The pale, the cold, and the moony smile
Which the meteor beam of a starless night
Sheds on a lonely and sea-girt isle,
Ere the dawning of morn's undoubted light,
Is the flame of life so fickle and wan
That flits round our steps till their strength is gone.
O man! hold thee on in courage of soul
Through the stormy shades of thy wordly way,
And the billows of clouds that around thee roll
To go home and wear shorts forever
in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate,
adding a sweater when winter soaks the grass,
to camp out along the river bends
for good, wearing shorts, with a pocketknife,
a fishing line and matches,
or there where the hills are all down, below the plain,
to sit around in shorts at evening
Remember that object we saw, dear soul,
In the sweetness of a summer morn:
At a bend of the path a loathsome carrion
On a bed with pebbles strewn,
With legs raised like a lustful woman,
Burning and sweating poisons,
It spread open, nonchalant and scornful,
Its belly, ripe with exhalations.
My heart it was a cup of gold
That at his lip did long to lie,
But he hath drunk the red wine down,
And tossed the goblet by.
My heart it was a floating bird
That through the world did wander free,
But he hath locked it in a cage,
And lost the silver key.
Unknown sweetheart, instant bliss
Embossed in fire, the devil's kiss
To grow unchecked where mortals feed
Infect the living soul with greed. Flaming passion, wild desire
Raw ambition, endless fire
To rape the world of all it's wealth
Obliterate each nation's health. Jealous need, urgent plot
Shameless deed, timeless rot
Consuming all within it's path
To wreck, destroy, and vend it's wrath. Hope alone, incessant grief
So mellow like honey!
You are lighting up all my days,
and blooms come to call, wherever you fall.
Greenest days under sapphire skies!
We live in a gold world,
and we all seek
The hour grows late
Red sun, cherries, rose
Won't peace begin in hearts?
joy in the garden
among peach, reds, plums and green
peace and beauty rose
cherry blossom scents
sweethearts in the blue lilies
cat frisks with daisies
in reddish sunset
orchids of many colors
On one count in our world where remedies are wanted
Yet vessels are found with no still soul
So much Pain is communicated in silence within the nation
but only among the likes that can understand its notion
The birds are crying for their safety yet standing on a dying tree
The fetus is kicking in the womb of a mother seeking a hideout at gunpoint
The children are struggling to sleep while their parents stand and watch
The authorities are calling for votes from a hungry nation with no peaceful homes
A devil in an angel?
A bold voice in my cabin
so clear, like the sound of the ocean.
Yet unstill, like a wave in motion
She told me I needed to hurl before the clouds turned white,
I needed to retaliate by forcing blood from their mouth
She told me about my weakness; I heard my soft heart crying
She reminded me that procrastination weakens every action