POETIC OCEANS 2

The Earth stands still while we say tis the Sun up all day, shining stronger getting hotter come what may, who  can put a shade across tis not a car that you drive in  so you can cover the windscreen and block the heat- how days become long and nights become short,when the heart is heavy and grief is strong,when blood spills spurts spreads and flows,strange power shows,slows time dragging it to a still point,Earth seems stilled- as is the breath of a loved one,who feels the heat or cold when guns are sold to all,the license to shoot and kill is handed as protection,who is protecting who is killing?  acceptance and non-acceptance is in the inner will' Unreal cities,unreal people, so unlike what we expect War war and again war-when will it end,terror strikes Shelter is scarce, fashion abounds and all is a show off!  young dead glorified on the mini screen,dying for respect for what now? half the barren land, minerals in rang...

Peace is not in the flying bird as it is disturbed itself,seeking cool branches to perch as April showers sprinkle, disappear before touching the parched Earth,leaves,pets petals, and humans- sprouting tiny greens,bare branches receive the far apart drizzle did snow suddenly surprise us or the red heat? someone stepped on peace, stealth and guile sheathed, went on in half daylight so we should have known,Emperors of Ice Creams Not long when I was a child,crossed barbed wires,across borders in camp for two nights, wonder how Mother felt and held us? Tight then on we came to the green hills, and I knew not,was it refuge ? or a new land a home of peace-how attained?what was left with enemy- where are the roots that make a family,out of the masses who survived you cannot guess,for I have seen only images and heard broken voices who lost half the thought in trying not to remember,bodies cut slain in fields why we laughed sang,then we cried silently in pain, in the remai...

        Restless, unable to sleep, watching occasional passing shadows on the walls, a truck heavily  loaded,pulling its way, the groaning continuous hum saying all about the overload,or maybe it was the ditchy road. 'What is it that disturbs? the darkness? the silence? the sudden far away barking of the stray dog...seeingstrangers or spirits? or the conscience?         Thoughts hovered covered the mind as time slipped and ticked by...drowsiness overpowered ...but a sudden snapping sound woke my soul. 'What was that?  Where...am I ? The eyes were blinded with the powerful bright light ..right ahead..slowly   awareness dawned of thick trees,they were lined up on both sides of the path, the trees were like  strong sturdy guards ...Alice in Wonderland..this is my Wonderland..        The Hycinian Forest...'Yes you have reached the place of your stories'..a voice seemed to say...step care...

Changes Tell Us the Time  years that passed,  months that were happy and decent,  days we believe were recent moments sad and terrifying; Changes Tell Us the Time – So much is lost- which I called mine;  laughter, giggles and  shrieks-  silent heads down and 'stand in line',  innocent pensive silences,  standing and talking against fences, Changes Tell Us the Time, In moments captured in pictures, outlook fronts and fixtures black and white color mixtures, Changes Tell Us the Time Ah, Changes tell us the innocent unknowing mistakes we made How much a symbol inspired caused pain in the shade? Changes Tell Us- Its Time, Age, Beauty that must fade O' Innocent One,   for I fear inside For my errors and sins,  I am paying and  have paid. Changes Tell Us....