by the strength of His hand

the barren wasteland
Remained untouched
the mystery retained
as the silence resonated
the one
lead through this dry land
only by the strength of His hand

Once Lost

The depths of the ocean

Churned,

Each grain of sand

Overturned,

Each soul in each living being

Raced in anticipation.

Will the murky waters aside steer?

Would they gleam clear?

Will the sunlight penetrate the ocean floor?

Would their voices float through once more?

And bring home joy anew?

The questions unending,

The chords a-bending,

Yet a shimmer of hope

Found in a lost conch

Preserving that which was once lost.

The Teardrop of the Amethyst Hare

Stealthily through the night

He moved,

This creature out of sight.

Slithering across the threshold

Of an unchartered ruin.

A whiff of cool air,

Tempered with the kiss

Of Lady Lune

His bodily warmth 

Was compelled by 

The nearing charm

Of a swamp.

Gazing up

Beyond the peaks and valleys,

He viewed a resemblance uncanny.

For the symbol of Yin and Yang

Was replaced

By that of the stars and dunes.

With a raised brow

And a curious look,

He jotted down the scene

In his porous book.

The varying dimensions 

Of the memory

Could possibly decipher

All that it could mean.

A witness and part 

He must bear

To stop this dance

To the Other's tune.

Alas! to claim victory

He must tear

The Teardrop of the Amethyst Hare

Away from the Other's lair.

The bloodlust overwhelms him

Nomore.

It is freedom

That he craves,

From this jungle

Dark and deep.

To be among his own

Who often

Gently weep.

Crumbling Walls

Centred around your blaze

There's nothing that will amaze.

Crumbling walls stay the same

Winding through this haze.

Runaway if you must,

But stand your ground

And your wounds will bring you around.

Tears glisten

As the violins make you listen.

That starlight from yonder shore

Will break the hold of these evil spores.

Tremble no more,

Children of the weary folk.

These eyes of precious stone

Never will leave you alone.

Cave! Cave! As the Earth once told,

Worthy, you are not of this ode.

For the spirit once sold,

Will forego bliss untold.

Watching Worlds Collide

We, the next generation
Stand forth
With pride.

This is a proclamation,
One
Unlike any other kind.

For those who think,
Will never sink.
But will always,
Cross unto the other side.

We, the young ones
With music
In our hearts.

Will watch
The worlds collide.
For those who feel,
Are torches burning bright
The Others
Under a bushel hide.

The Circles

In this Circle
And this circle alone
Does my strength lie
Until the leaves fall
And rocks tremble
And turn to dust.

From this Circle
And this circle alone
Will power overflow
That which overcomes all
And the rumbling of the storm.


This Circle of kindness
And this Circle of patience
Meld together
Like the rising of a new sun
And from its rays
Kisses each day
With this Circle of love.

When these Circles
Align
And spills into the other
These Circles combine
And these Circles find
They bring you back to One.
One wreath of Understanding.

A Good Scoff

Crumble
Bumble
Mumble
Fumble
These are the things a lady must Do...Do.

Cry
Sigh
Fire Alight
These are things the boys mustn't say No To.

Whoopity-dee!
Quipity-da!
The alarm goes off
Guess dreams will just be stuff for a good scoff.