Gloomy darkness seems to have engulfed
The whole world of life
As light has hidden its head behind.
Sobs of sorrows are heard
Everywhere in each and every terrain.
The flocks are forced to stay back home in fear.
And I am glued to the scary news channels
In the hope of good news
That the hard times have passed
......
The way to success
Is stony and full of thorns;
We’ve to bleed, for sure.
Blown about as leaves from some forgotten plant;
Lives lived between gusts.
Cast as seeds beneath shadows of finely-tended orchids
From whose chiffon petals dewdrops slip.
At times such seeds burst into stunning, sturdy green things;
Tendrils winding, tender offshoots issuing forth thorns of portent;
Where spires of amsonia, petunia, and strelitzia there burgeoned,
It yielded a final bouquet.
For Shylah G. Anderson and Fred D. Bax
......
There’s nothing for it sometimes,
But to walk straight and face into it,
Eyes and nose running
from the frigid gale,
Wind pushing back like an indifferent mob
There’s nothing for it sometimes
But to throw your arms wide,
and push back
Looking to the joy of coming home
......
Donkere dagen, een koude wind,
zorgen die zich opstapelen,
als wolken die de zon bedekken,
stil,zwaar, aanwezig.
De weg voelt soms verloren,
schaduwen groeien in gedachten,
maar ergens, ver weg,
blijft een glimp van licht wachten.
Donkere dagen, een koude wind,
zorgen die zich opstapelen,
als wolken die de zon bedekken,
stil,zwaar, aanwezig.
De weg voelt soms verloren,
schaduwen groeien in gedachten,
maar ergens, ver weg,
blijft een glimp van licht wachten.
Dare I dream of hope in a world that's self consuming,
and dare I dream of a home where hearts are always blooming.
Peaceful the mind would be in a land I am assuming,
but hardship is what we find in a world that should be booming.
Wisdom shall be your guide in moments that are confusing,
and damned our lives would be if faith we are accusing.
Clouded are peoples minds with rage that’s over fuming,
and lost are those who think that life is just amusing.
......
taking inventory, what have I lost?
warmth
that desire
to feel warmth in my bones
before,
a craving
and now,
all I long for is cold
I stand outside
......
Beaten down and numb,
she was just an echo, a shadow.
She faced Darkness and stared longingly into his eyes.
He knowingly opened his arms to her.
She moved nearer to serenity and further from herself.
On the cusp of perpetuity,
she felt a tug pulling her back.
......
"witch" is what they all say "And to Satan she does pray" "Hair tired and grey and we wish she wouldn't stay"
With greenest skin full of warts in the night she gets up to all sorts. They sleep atop the hills gathered with their cohorts. We watch them all Snug, up in the forts So we shall laugh at them full of scoffs and snorts.
But i am not I simply wish to play my lute. Picking upon the earth, gathering the fruit. But a few seem to really know the truth. I am a witch but I mean no harm and you can call me the brute.
But I am one of the most gentle and kind that you could every find. But perhaps you all wish to remain blind I simply wish that we could just all rewind I don't think I need to remind.