Masculine Throng

Gone when I returned, one vanquished and twenty, reason not found, yet there were you whence I came around, resting quiet, perfect and still, not a blemish nor a mark in glorious colour, my heart subdued, there you lay statuette in the dark. 

A Hard Man

A heart set in stone, leathered face, forever alone, persecution carved on a concrete throne, where is the man that longed for eternal love to be held tight?  transparency departed, weakened internal fight, known to some as a rock, prepared to kill, yet peculiarities to the few, a hero that feels, Where is the man that longed for love, to belong, has long since passed and long since gone. 

Natural Progression of peace

It began with a fastidious coup, first there were a few, a steadfast point to serve irradiation of radicalism, a sway in the way, destroy the beast, finance the place of a hero, the price of oil from dollars to zero, he is sat in the carefree palace, democratic father, a justified god or Nero ?

Terrorism has had its day, destroy it and make them go away, yet a land cannot be forced to change, nor can you immediately heal a dog from the mange, freedom comes at a cost with death, pain & Loss, soldiers are people, people lose lives.

Closing the operation down, a choice of a clown, men flying home gaining little but a frown, a slap in the face, Neh! Courage is the victory, war isn’t won by force, winning is when the good rise from within of course, freedom will have its chance, at the last day, most probably with the last dance. 

A beautiful Day

Along the beach, the waves are crashing, hitting the rocks, sometimes smashing, the Surf is strong, water is white, high in a peak, the surfers delight, strong legs push, the board swishes, a heavenly kiss from the angelic like fishes, the wave rolls high and spins thou leaps, a mermaid catches then pulls them deep, a gulp of water, swim up not stop, find thy board and climb on top, a beautiful day 

Rest in the sun

A bright day, summer at play, they cannot wait to have fun again, young at heart, old in scorn, slightly fragile, a little forlorn, years gone by, aged & worn. 

Lovely feeling when the sun warms our skin, hardly see thy kin, rusty old fingers, unbendable digit, bore me not for I begin to fidget, beautiful years of sunshine ahead, could be miserable but then, I could be dead, remove the voices from thy thoughts close our eyes and rest thou head