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Letters to a God

Seek not the thoughts that would leave us in limbo
Nor the solemn disquiet that pulls us apart
The conscious mind knows not the path to follow
It is the unconscious that leads us to all that we love
All that we trust in this world, far above
It is not down below where we find the weak
Nor the ones that would lead us into way of harm
There is the reason we toil in sorrow
And there is the ruin, the terror, the answers we seek

Fear not the questions you would bring to a god
The power of reason has no earthly rival
Nor does it seek to succumb to one weakness
The weakness of thought in theological spiral

Far and forever in worlds led astray
Do the merry men pause in a battle of words
Debacles and torture for those that are clear
Of conscious, of calling, and all that deludes
Seek not the sullen, or manipulative tongues
That weave and wag as the moon in its hour
Nor taste of the fruit that the bards would deliver
There is harm in the tune, there are minds to pollute

Hope and Despair are cut from the same
From all earthly conclusions delivered to blame
We strive and we seek not solutions we need
Nor do we cut those that harbour and hoist
The mantle of messages, poisonous pain
To strive, to seek, to find not the answer
Nor the blood that we need for removal
A cancer
Conundrums of cause yet we cut not the cloth
That would blind us at every hour and vein

Oh why do the answers not come with a name

Wisdom for fools is what the book bends
And we are but ears to the men that would end
A blind man would seek to find vision at home
Not to fall far from the world he would blame
Nor to find fault in the words of a saint
We are what we are
He is what we ain’t

Deliver us from evil and all of its taint

Talk no more of a world and its cost
There is no saving grace for the ones that have lost
For the ones that cry wolf or eat from the fruits
Of evil men and trees of barren ash
We’ve come full circle and time has now swollen
As a tongue of a child, bit by false truths

Seize not the hour to fight for what is
Nor to find falsehood in all that you see
Strength is decay if you lack constitution
Derivative of death and a long lasting kiss
A touch of remorse in the morning that follows
A dawn of delusions and far removed thought
The conscious mind knows not the path
Nor is it hollow

All that we trusted in this world, and above
It is the unconscious that led us here

Not his love

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Sun Spots

like doves in the wind
we sit and stare
at you in your red dress
they were there
at the start of it all
in the morning dramas
bored with barbers and all the lights
all the fathers that failed their wives
men that were and girls that gain
all the wonder in the rain
all the words
birds, that flock together
no more white for the feathers
just life without leisure
a place of no pleasure or purpose
droning day in
a day out makes me nervous
and the souls that know nothing
they moan
we could say something
or groan
no more hatred for the hare
late again dear Fred
i stare, at all the sights
the darkness grows in the absence
of rights
injustice in everything
but they’d rather fly kites
fly fish and fight
themselves in the night, in the parks
in the waxing and waning
moon lark
moon day
Amun-Ra will have his way
and we’ll know the answers at the end
the cycle that plays
is no more surprising than a friend

Autumn Fire

In the stillness of an autumn sunset
I find your face to be most mesmerizing
the colours mar your beauty as it comes into the light
and there are remnants of scars, from the past you’ve left behind
eyes of dark dreaming and amber skies
the type that appears in empty corridors, and sombre alleyways
I am frozen in doubt
still you mock me with your voice
unsurprising
moonlight beaming, red and white flakes in the evening
why do I wait
when I know that you are sleeping
like the colourless hand that wipes your tears
I find myself in agony
and all this occurs in the heartbeat of an instant
while the time we had falls down, dying
bleeding
in the quiet of your jaded heart, I find the fires of the sun
reborn from ashes of another
and then again, another one
time passes as my heart begins to wither
your memories are there
but the world remains bitter
the thought of loss and the ending of all
the drive we took, the wind in the trees
your laughter, my surprise, when you stumbled
and fell
all those moonlit walks we never had
and your smile, the result of a joke I’d never tell
seasons change but the heart does not
colours fade
but the strings still knot
as autumn falls to woodland grace
and your silhouette becomes my mirror
the writing speaks of all the times
not of love, not of lust, not of magic beans
or dinner
but of truth in life
and of the things we shan’t forget
that beauty stays
and these summer nights will last forever
so promise me one little thing
a little favour to repay
say you’ll smile for a timeless sunset
on that fateful day
when I find your favourite song
and decide to walk your way