The ninth hour returns
And sirens, alarm
The smog of subconscious
Hovers, briefly
And you meditate
Discreetly letting go,
Of the great anchor
And resume holding her…
Ineluctable slumber
The ninth hour
Head, buried under
The turret and crow’s nest
Archive for March, 2009
An ode to Nature
From whom does it grow?
This flower, this pest
and who gave me the
Will to gestate, or to rest?
Nurture, for nature
And learn over time
How wilted you are.
Depending upon the greenhouse
One resides.
Foundation
Teeth bite into the wind.
And wonder at her hair
The flag blows across the plain
And a million can’t compare
On top of this machine’s mind
Is all they can’t repair
I never stop to do something
We’re misled by despair
Foundations are falling
But more must be done
For us, for you, for them
The path is ruined and incomplete
Up this righteous mountain
Shots are fired
Running begins
But for valour we defend
Never stop to change an idea
Because ideas, my friend,
One cannot break with the sword.
