True season

Spoken in true season
The soul silently cried its tears
Dropped on the ears and hands of unfamiliar men
Coaxing words that lingered through the ages

Spoken in true season
Dwindling life in the throes of turmoil
Mine fields scatter as mind feels
Mind feels responsible for all hindrances

Spoken in true season
A restless soul finds peace
In what was first words of life
Are now life in words

Spoken in true season
Denouncements were favoured
Disgusting words to hear oneself utter
Though each syllable made sight clearer

Spoken in true season
A son stumbles in the SON
Clarion call in a chorus of voices
Called and now used to call more to bare

Spoken in true season
Serverance and death looms
Birthing new life and new seasons
Pain must be felt to redeem purpose

Spoken in true season
Shackles fall all around
New realisation of hinderances abound
The spirit fights to live all the way

Spoken in true season
Flesh dies again
Familiar feelings tried again
Lessons taught and tests arise

Spoken in true season
Prophecy hands the task
This season will not last
"Your latter shall be greater than your past"

Spoken in true season
The beginning will not be easy
Strength has been provided
The spirits wisdom will see you succeed

Spoken in true season
These lessons were your reason
Called for such a time as this
This is the life you're born to live

Speak in your season
For this is the reason
You've stayed alive to give

So shall it be

So shall it be

The blatant misunderstanding of words meant well

The actions of swaying love trying to grasp its root

Vehemently swinging for stability

Hold my hand… please understand

 

So shall it be

The shrewdly made up mind sparked to react

Upon sentences and bare tones you start to attack

Even plainly though brutish the wish is made

That you’d pick the meaning and not the way it’s phrased

 

So shall it be

Seen on the clearest of days

There’s nothing can be done, much to my dismay

I’ve said it once, I’ve said it twice, I’ve said time again

You’ve driven me to anger; I’ll make love to my pen.

Beautiful feet

the message was clear
"go ye into all the world and teach"
by this mean this message will reach the ear that heeded
but i reseeded

thought there were enough that could meet
in the street
in a seat or a corridor

called men that can ensue
follow through
serve me and you congregated in this pew
...show no retreat for these beautiful feet

you've changed your position
questioned your mission as the "perp"
now none can wear your number

you're the missing one for that zero
the wondering hero
the blinded son
your soul count is still none
...show no retreat for these beautiful feet

where's that fire you possessed
those words shut up in your bones
past daily receiver of those holy ghost tones
now where are you?

Grooping In the dark
Baring your soul...stark...
Naked in the arms of false love
Temporarily...blashpeming
...show no retreat for these beautiful feet

No longer can you run
Growing tired as the script gets repetitive
Circling the grove you now see you're under
We know you hate this weight

They've come 7 times stronger
Curiousity leads the march
This must be real, the mind draws the heat
...show no retreat for these beautiful feet

Laid on the backside of the earth
Gained no part of the world
Laying there soulless
Try escape in wonder

Only to stare faith in the face
The great escape is over
Learn, live, live, learn -word stoner
Show no retreat for these beautiful feet

Spark

These words may come as a surprise
or rather reassurance for what you ignore to feel inside
the thoughts that seep inside your mind
those words that wish to sooth you

the kind that doesn't say "i thought about you"
but the one that hides to say "i think about you still"
the words that shows no face
but longs to smile with you
in fear it skirms day by day to feel normal and subject

the thoughts that flow fluidly
and can never stop
but will always hide in the shadow of a day

to distract itself from everything that's you
for every normal reason
to hide itself in what was or what probably still is
in a parallel world

this time should not have been this way
when eternity stopped for but a second
to indulge a longer moment that became a lifetime
in the arms of another

poetry fits so well as our guise
look at what she's done to us
beautiful strangers in the day
as we lay together in the nights sky

all this to allow myself to say i miss you
all this to allow myself to say at this moment i do care
just to quickly feel that spark i knew
that spark i knew was you

Time will tell the tale

Time will tell the tale

Of seeds that became trees without being planted

Of unplanned days that held the dawn of the sleeping eye

Of the babe that weaned on strange breasts that ought to have died

Time will tell the tale

Of ships that sailed off course to journey to its destiny

Of lovers that have never met but knows one another's name

Of hearts that've reached their capacity but had the audacity to keep it wanting

Time will tell the tale

Of false moments that have tainted forever

Of deep scars that signed a long history

Of forgotten scents smelt and remembered to stretch a reluctant smile

Time will tell the tale

When there is no time left to tell it

When signs are all that's left

When memories are all that's right

And tales of time is all that ends

Pain to Pleasure

Pain to pleasure

The fusion of feelings that fuel confusion constantly

There's no middle ground

There's no left right to cling to in this misery

A flustered faith in state of seizure

Wild convulsions within a pillar

A totem pole of considerations multiplied by the stars

Freedom speaks behind grills and bars

Pain to pleasure

The likely uncertainty that's destined

A maddening place that cools

An oxymoron in motion

There can be no end, nor any beginning

This grows among thorns and cannot live without them

Pierced petals are pretty and perfect

Twisted torsos stem the tide of life

To feed this lust to live, though living in turmoil

A burst of calm in anxiety

Pain to pleasure

They call this poetry

Live horror in frugal words

Mayhem in verse

A flowing harmony

No middle ground still to be found

Even in paining eyes and pleasured fears

while quaking hands stem steady sorrow

This will make no sense

Yet the mind is clear of what it feels

The inevitability of this sense is not man made

But man made is the inevitability of the sense once angered

No bones will be broken

While all will be broken

Within this doubting message

All is sure

Where pain is to pleasure

The sea that spoke to me

Breath gave life to words

As that breath escaped me

Sailed with the wind to rest upon a still sea

That sea that spoke to me

A sea that sailors wished to sail

To course the wind to find their trail

They passed on shores and walked the tide

Seeking entrance for that ride

This sea, this sea that spoke to me

If life were only fair

This sea would see the best of me

If only it were near

Breath gave life to words

As that breath escaped me

Sailed with the wind to rest upon a still sea

That sea that spoke to me

We wondered why the grass was green

And why the wind was never seen

We wondered why we screamed and shout

And why the blood ran from our mouth

The wind was never crystal clear

That's why its there for all to hear

The grass that's green can cast a doubt

Try ridding science of whitened clout

Breath gave life to words

As that breath escaped me

Sailed with the wind to rest upon a still sea

That sea that spoke to me

He clasped his hands and said a prayer

His rattled thoughts spewed hopeless fear

His knuckles white and eyes shut tight 

He wished she didn't come that night

They played a game the dead of night

The room too bright, took off the light

And now they layed their his thoughts blue

A few days after "boy is that true?"

Breath gave life to words

As that breath escaped me

Sailed with the wind to rest upon a still sea

That sea that spoke to me