Wednesday, 15 February 2012

Were the gazelles still by the forest
The nightingale still singing under the moon
Were wise men to be found in Mosques
Were the tombs of the Pirs covered in flowers
I would know exactly where to go.
Idiots have risen like carrion to the top of the heap
Fear -what a commodity they've invented
Monkeys in uniforms carry arms
Crops dusted with poisons so evil
How come the world has become so silent
Arise from this collective coma
Scream, fight, overturn, gamble
Play Jimi Hendrix at full blast
Become subversive in all your doings
Practice that which your parents warned you would lead to madness
We might meet sooner than you think.


Not knowing where to go,
not feeling but emptiness around
Not touching the void
Contained within & thrown without
Dreaming at the Last Starbucks at edge of the world
The Galaxies edge totters & spins
You stand like Pan - blowing a reed flute
The flowers open, the wind becomes warm
Fish jump for joy at the dragon-flies that hover above
Wise men play backgammon as the light fades
Into silly smiles and birdsong
Why bother worrying, the tea is hot
The day will soon be done.


Oh The Streets of Rome were covered in snow
The Snowflakes the size of frying pans
The Vatican's doors tight shut
Ancient agony I smelt everywhere
You could almost think you're seeing double
on a cold dark night on the Spanish Stairs
Icy winds & piles of snow covered the waters
Oh you fountains so fair,
Dolphins & Neptune .bodies of Gods
The Cloaks of Machiavellain Ghosts
Disappear round corners of peeling stucco
Oh the glory that still is Rome.
I shall return I tell myself
I shall return.


A Winter of discomfort
A Winter full of gloom
Winter's face hiding the glory of the moon.
Siberian grey is the colour
And deep-freeze gray replaces the blues
The frost is in the garden, the insects hidden away
Deep roots are needed if you wish to see another day,
Yet soon the earth will turn as it's done since it was born
All kinds of colours will be visible at the dawn.
The foxes are slinking, the geese have carried away the lake
My aching heart will blossom again
And your presence will be gay,
Oh hurry up the days .
To all of those I love & carry in my heart,
May today be full of blessings as you wander along your path
Be it fame or money or fortune, may you find it in volumes
Like Books upon a shelf
May you bounce on a bed with a smile across your face
May death never fear the coming down these lanes
As this morning we are all born again
Yes, it's another day.