Sitting amongst the orange blossoms, pondering many things,
visions from the baby blues, emerged the fluttering wings.
Spending many years, in wondering what was wrong,
this delicate little creature, moved to nature's song.
It's torso is so fragile, it's wings so full of spice,
this dazzling crusader, will astonish and entice.
Flickering it's wings, it moves from bloom to bloom,
as I sit and grieve, on the removal of my womb.
With all it's many splendor, a simple message cast,
the universe will heal you, from the echoes of the past.
Emitting from it's pr.esence, a quiet gentility,
do not fret my dear, at your lost fertility.
The purpose of your life, is more than you could know,
had this not have happened, then you would not grow.
Your growth is in accordance, with universal laws,
the heavens will reward you, with blessingsgalore.
As I sit and marvel, at the beauty that's before,
this titilating creature, I have come to now adore.
So when this beauty calls, on a bright and sunny day,
carefully I listen, to the message she conveys.
Bringing with her tidings, the sense of hope and bliss,
this beautiful little butterfly, will seal it with a kiss.
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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
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Saturday, 5 March 2011
Thursday, 3 March 2011
The Wine of Bacchacus - An insane paradox
The wine of bacchacus, is an insane paradox,
as sly and as cunning, as the proverbial fox.
It starts with one drink, and ending with many,
a fortune is lost, you're left with no money.
This will dictate, on what you will do,
despite all logic, you'll chase this old brew.
You drink to be social, and to try and fit in,
after a time, you'll comit a great sin.
In a drunken state, you make a fool of yourself,
deciding to put it, back onto the shelf.
The very next day, with guilt and remorse,
you return t.o bacchacus, as a resource.
This vulnerable victim, does not understand,
the depths this will take you, or where you will land.
It may be gaol, or even the grave,
to continue to drink, is only for the brave.
You drink to escape, your reality and woes,
your outrageous conduct, will make a few foes.
Will never give in, or never confide,
this runs against, your ego and pride.
Constantly bound, to a selfish resolve,
reason the truth, and half truths are told.
Treason occurs, when you went for a few,
the following day, you woke black and blue.
As resentment builds, and begins to fester,
your troubled mind, it will start to pester.
Trying to justify, for why you so drink,
your sanity tested, as you're pushed to the brink.
For many years, you'll see mental health,
until you are honest, there's no spiritual wealth.
Unknown the tru nature, of this malady,
a disease that's connected, ........ genetically.
Gone is the family, the friends and the job,
the crime of bacchacus, is to continue to rob.
You'll frantically chase, that illusive good time,
until there's no hope, and you're labeled a swine.
You drink cause you're happy, you drink cause you're blue,
you drink cause you win, you drink cause you lose.
You drink cause you're glad, you drink cause you're mad,
such is the paradox, of being so mad.
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as sly and as cunning, as the proverbial fox.
It starts with one drink, and ending with many,
a fortune is lost, you're left with no money.
This will dictate, on what you will do,
despite all logic, you'll chase this old brew.
You drink to be social, and to try and fit in,
after a time, you'll comit a great sin.
In a drunken state, you make a fool of yourself,
deciding to put it, back onto the shelf.
The very next day, with guilt and remorse,
you return t.o bacchacus, as a resource.
This vulnerable victim, does not understand,
the depths this will take you, or where you will land.
It may be gaol, or even the grave,
to continue to drink, is only for the brave.
You drink to escape, your reality and woes,
your outrageous conduct, will make a few foes.
Will never give in, or never confide,
this runs against, your ego and pride.
Constantly bound, to a selfish resolve,
reason the truth, and half truths are told.
Treason occurs, when you went for a few,
the following day, you woke black and blue.
As resentment builds, and begins to fester,
your troubled mind, it will start to pester.
Trying to justify, for why you so drink,
your sanity tested, as you're pushed to the brink.
For many years, you'll see mental health,
until you are honest, there's no spiritual wealth.
Unknown the tru nature, of this malady,
a disease that's connected, ........ genetically.
Gone is the family, the friends and the job,
the crime of bacchacus, is to continue to rob.
You'll frantically chase, that illusive good time,
until there's no hope, and you're labeled a swine.
You drink cause you're happy, you drink cause you're blue,
you drink cause you win, you drink cause you lose.
You drink cause you're glad, you drink cause you're mad,
such is the paradox, of being so mad.
Price:- $150
The Habit
The habit evolved, such a long time ago,
a means of coping, when the spirit was low.
A friend and an ally, in times of need,
through laughter and tears, it remained in good steed.
From childhood till now, the grip has been strong,
wielding it's power, holding you where you belong.
A practice of fear, unknown to all,
soothing discomfort, and creating a wall.
In many forms, it begins to appear,
the core of the soul, it;s ever so near.
Serving to hold, your sanity so frail,
distorted perceptions, will cause you to fail.
To break the habit, a decision is made,
one day at a time, a price is then paid.
On the first day, all seems to be well,
then anxiety begins, to boil and to swell.
Instructing the mind,to get a defense,
caught up in a war, that will never relent.
Boredom sets in, and you start to feel lost,
it all seems to hard, and to hard a cost.
With white knuckles and grit, you hang in for the ride,
moisten brows, it feels that you've died.
Once you get through, the first single stage,
confidence gained, as you turn a new page.
Two steps forward, and one step back,
the creature of habit, will then start to crack.
The grace of god, then begins to expel,
darkness's demons, that have trapped you in hell.
Peace then descends, right into the soul,
self understanding, start playing it's role.
The human condition, once varacious and weak,
gains back it's integrity, from being a freak.
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a means of coping, when the spirit was low.
A friend and an ally, in times of need,
through laughter and tears, it remained in good steed.
From childhood till now, the grip has been strong,
wielding it's power, holding you where you belong.
A practice of fear, unknown to all,
soothing discomfort, and creating a wall.
In many forms, it begins to appear,
the core of the soul, it;s ever so near.
Serving to hold, your sanity so frail,
distorted perceptions, will cause you to fail.
To break the habit, a decision is made,
one day at a time, a price is then paid.
On the first day, all seems to be well,
then anxiety begins, to boil and to swell.
Instructing the mind,to get a defense,
caught up in a war, that will never relent.
Boredom sets in, and you start to feel lost,
it all seems to hard, and to hard a cost.
With white knuckles and grit, you hang in for the ride,
moisten brows, it feels that you've died.
Once you get through, the first single stage,
confidence gained, as you turn a new page.
Two steps forward, and one step back,
the creature of habit, will then start to crack.
The grace of god, then begins to expel,
darkness's demons, that have trapped you in hell.
Peace then descends, right into the soul,
self understanding, start playing it's role.
The human condition, once varacious and weak,
gains back it's integrity, from being a freak.
Price:- $55.00 via paypal please email for details
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