Friday 27 April 2012

A Varied Collection

TRUE COOL

They’re the “in crowd”
The cool ones
The clique

Wearing the right clothes
Saying the right things
Defining cool

The un-cool sit
On the outside looking in
Wishing to be “in”

They bully and barrack
And show off to the crowd
The shallow crew

Sneering at cleverness
Shaming the boffins
In front of their crowd

Soon they will know
They have no future
They’re the cool fools

Don’t be envious
Stay with your piers
Friendship rocks

Just stand fast
Stick with your friends
That’s true cool

SOLITUDE IS NOT A NEGATIVE

Solitude is not a negative
That’s something I’ve always known
And for the sake of your sanity
Escape the combat zone
And once in a while
Spend some time alone

DARKNESS EVADES THE LIGHT

Darkness evades the light
It retreats into tight corners
And hides just out of reach
Where the light stops short
And the darkness waits
Patiently biding its time
As the day ebbs away
And the shadows lengthen
Until the darkness rules again

AT LONG DISTANT HILLS

In my youth I looked fearlessly
At long distant hills
Squinting to bring them into focus
With a feeling of contempt
But old age has quickly delivered me
To those once distant hills
As now I stand before them
And I am fearful
Feeling contempt for myself
For not embracing every step
Along that short journey
But its only idle reflection
And regret is useless
For the hills are no longer distant
And now the race is almost run

WITH SALT WATER BLOOD

With salt water blood
The valiant mariners
Are bound to the sea
By unseen chains
And serve their mistress
In sun and rain
But when gales blow
And storm and tempest
Batters and bloodies
They pray to the master
To be carried to shore
And when land sits
Beneath their feet
They crave a deck
And a rolling sea
And are drawn back
To their mistress

IN THE AUTUMN OF MY YEARS

In the autumn of my years
In the twilight of the setting suns
Will I become that which I despise?
A burden to my loved ones

THE RAVAGES OF TIME

Each year shall be recorded
In your now pretty face
Soon your youth will vanish
Fading without a trace
And with each passing year
You will slowly lose the race
You will fall further behind
Until you are in last place
And a lifetime will be recorded
In your now pretty face

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