Friday, 14 June 2013
Sunday, 9 June 2013
Tuesday, 9 April 2013
"Existence" - My latest thought provoking Poem.
Do we really exist or are we part of something grander and on a larger scale just puppets on a screen.
Have you ever thought if we are?
Do we actually exist?
Or are we just a visage?
A movie on the screen of life.
The shadow we cast is incorporeal
Try as we might
We may never see what it sees
Or even embrace it to our soul
The invisible life-force we breathe
Visible as a chill wind
Consuming like a rolling fog across a meadow
Silently, screaming in inevitable release.
Interaction with others an algorithm
A set course
The way a child plays a computer game
Full of pixel created puppeteer Sims
The only real way to tell if we exist
Lies in the land
The depressed footsteps in wet sand
Giving away our lives as real, with depth
The intangible meaning of a simple footfall
The only reality
The fact existence is ultimately knowledge
The knowledge that with substance there’s life
Wednesday, 3 April 2013
Tuesday, 26 March 2013
Sunday, 3 March 2013
The Dark Father - My latest work based on a comment from one of my Booksie.com fns who calls me this name.
This poem is based on a comment from one of my Booksie.com fans who calls me this name. Please Enjoy!
"The DARK Father"
The dark chrysalis of rebirth
Glows with decadent desire
As I look upon a parched earth
The silver steaks of lightening
Like brush strokes on a canvas
As I am jolted into awakening
Sunlight dappled as through leaves
Blowing in the mornings yawn
Offering a sacrifice as humanity grieves
I awaken fully to a midnight hue
That is both dark and beautiful
In the presence of my followers few
As I stretch the sinews, muscle and bone
They crack like a thunderous orchestra
Awaiting arrival at my conductors throne
The faces of many who smile at my vision
Are blinded by their stupidity and awe
As I stride outward on my war of attrition
A war with the keepers of unending night
For my place at the head of unearthly mire
Against The worshipers of caring angelic light
I am the symphonic reason for silence
I am the harbinger of disease and blight
I am the smell of death and pestilence
I am "The Dark Father"