Blind Justice for friend Thad
Grey stone walls wherein confined.
A prisoner can meditate
upon the life he left behind
and curse the vagaries of fate.
What weeps upon the withered walls?
sad shadows from his distant past.
His subconscious does not rest at all.
Reminding him that time can pass.
At different rates according to
the differing of circumstance
When he knew freedom the time flew
But when confines there’s little chance
Of happiness that once knew.
Heed now the knocking on the door.
The iron door which will lead to
the gallows then to nothing more.
What glow through the barred window streams?
The last rays of the setting sun.
Never in his wildest dreams
did he believe he’d be the one.
To die when he was innocent.
For something which he had not done.
It seems that fate will not relent
and that his time is nearly gone.
He has appealed to no avail.
The court confirms that he must die.
The stoutest heart is bound to quail
when facing death. Though he will try
to show that he is not afraid.
There is still chance of a reprieve
Which would correct the error made.
He has no choice but to believe.
That some last minute miracle
will save him from the hangman’s noose.
He knows it is illogical
its all he has. He cannot choose.
To just accept and give up hope.
Although it is improbable.
He might escape the hangman’s rope
He still believes it’s possible.
Who’s are the footsteps he can hear.
which hesitate outside his door.
It opens and confirms his fear.
The chaplain and the governor.
19/08/2009
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Obstacles are challenges
The road I choose the path I take.
No different from the road I spurn
But what if I choose by mistake
a path from which I can’t return.
Sometimes our footsteps we retrace
when thorns and briars bar our way.
To try again another day.
Why should we fear a loss of face?
There’s nothing lost by the delay.
We merely bow to circumstance.
We’re wise enough to recognise
it is a hopeless enterprise
.In time we’ll get another chance.
In winter when the brushwood dies.
We will return to satisfy
our burning curiosity.
Explore these byways thoroughly.
On foot and with the naked eye.
No need to act too hastily.
For what we seek we do not know.
An urge which cannot be defined
springs from our deep subconscious mind.
We are compelled we have to go.
Complete the task we self assigned.
20/06/2009
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When started somewhere with
that time i locked the door solely
to confirm between four walls,
that time dreams of aims evolved
sterile in my tiring eyes,
that time shuddering to different
masks hidding my face under a blanket,
that time i fought with
black tears,
that time when books were thrown
over my face,
that time daylights suggesting been
'soporific',
midnights suffocating, 'this day over',
'again is the same day',
that time i had been left all myself,
i stretched to this time,
'fate is a gambler,
time is no exilir,
life is my only teacher'!
to this time pen here
in my hand is howling louder
than someone knocking on that locked door
that time!
to this time hope in the wombs
of hatred thy inspired, pacifying
a time in my time!
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Hangmans Knee
(hopkins, beck, newman, stewart, wood)
Hangman, hangman, slack your noose
Slack it, oh slack it
Slack it for a while
There aint no use in your hurrying me
Aint nothing gonna change things now
Now I aint trying to prove your judge is wrong
And your jury, oh your jury
I guess Ill know the way out
And if you kill me with my canvas shirt
Good god, you could put my lawyer in jail
Listen
Its just this twenty two minutes to prepare yourself
I havent been in this position before
Wash your hands, get your .? .
Find the waistcoat, lock the door.
And oh!
Get your .? .
Oh yeah, get your .? . lock the door
Come on
Listen to this one
Oh hangman, hangman, slack your noose
Oh slack it, please slack it
Oh just slack it awhile, give me one more chance
There aint no use in you hurryin me
Good god, nothings gonna stop me now
Oh
Dont you worry
Cause you never get your .? .
Well, might get your waistcoat on
Ha-ha
Heh-heh
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Question
Why do we never get an answer
When were knocking at the door?
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war.
Its where we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need.
In a world of persecution
That is burning in its greed.
Why do we never get an answer
When were knocking at the door?
Because the truth is hard to swallow
Thats what the wall of love is for.
Its not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me.
Its more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be.
And when you stop and think about it
You wont believe its true.
That all the love youve been giving
Has all been meant for you.
Im looking for someone to change my life.
Im looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what its done to me
To lose the the love I knew
Could safely lead me through.
Between the silence of the mountains
And the crashing of the sea
There lies a land I once lived in
And shes waiting there for me.
But in the grey of the morning
My mind becomes confused
Between the dead and the sleeping
And the road that I must choose.
Im looking for someone to change my life.
Im looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what its done to me
To lose the the love I knew
Could safely lead me to
The land that I once knew.
To learn as we grow old
The secrets of our souls.
Its not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me.
Its more the way you really mean it
When you tell me what will be.
Why do we never get an answer
When were knocking at the door?
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war.
Its where we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need.
In a world of persecution
That is burning in its greed.
Why do we never get an answer
When were knocking at the door?
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Que Sera, Sera for M lady Ann Beard
Sometimes I see beyond the veil
As through a frosted window pane.
I try my best to no avail.
The vision fades, won’t come again.
I can’t control it purposively
that is beyond my meagre skill.
Although I see what is to be.
I cannot choose to see at will.
Sometimes I know but dare not say.
Someone is facing tragedy,
I hold my tongues as is my way.
Although I suffer silently.
I cannot alter Fate’s decree.
That which I see must come to be.
14-May-08
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Out of your rut! !
Sometimes a change of circumstance
which seems to be a tragedy.
Turns out to be a second chance
to take you where you ought to be.
Your firm decides it must downsize,
your job amongst the first to go.
Although you’re taken by surprise.
You know you set your sights too low
You have no choice but to review
the reasons that you chose to stay
In a job which offered you
nothing but boredom day by day.
Redundancy may prove to be
to your advantage in the end.
You must examine thoroughly
the options which you have my friend
Accept responsibility
Decide just what you want to do
and then go on triumphantly
You can make all your dreams come true.
14/05/2009
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Transformation
Moonlight filtered through the trees.
Can cast strange shadows on the ground
which fill me with a vague unease
because they seem to move around.
Somehow independently
The minute that I look away.
As if they have been watching me
to try and lead my thoughts astray.
I know that in reality
the shadows represent no threat
But fear erodes my certainty
and in my panic I forget.
I only know I have to run.
Just as the shadows knew I would
They coalesce, attack as one
Then finally I understood.
I should have run when I first saw
the shadows on the forest floor.
I know now what I did not know
before I became a shadow.
31/07/2009
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It was not my fault.
I do not think fate deserves blame
For choices which we freely made.
There are no fixed rules in life's game
We have to learn from each mistake.
Sometimes we win sometimes we lose.
The choice we make may prove correct
The course of action which we choose.
May bring success. though I suspect
That when we lose we choose to blame
A cruel fate because we fail.
But we take credit just the same
when we succeed.We do not wail.
Instead we boast of our prowess.
We do not credit kindly fate.
With guiding us towards success.
Though it might be appropriate.
Instead we are very quick to blame
Fate for the times we don't succeed
She does not treat us all the same.
At least on that we are agreed.
Thursday,23 February 2012
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Inevitable conclusion
Inevitable.
All who are born will surely die.
Nobody can escape their fate
Be they of high or low estate.
We may not know the reason why.
Each one of us will have to wait.
All who are born will surely die
This is a truth none can deny.
We must accept that soon or late
Our time will come Death will not wait.
All who are born will surely die.
Chaucerian Rondel
21/08/2009
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When the time is right for M'lady Ernestine
Broad sonnet
We search for love to no avail. We try too hard and so we fail.
Although it may seem curious, fate knows much better than us.
When we are ready for a mate and then she does not hesitate.
She sets the time she sets the place, when she will bring us face to face.
With the partner of our dreams although to us it always seems.
That we have met by accident, but we did not it was by intent.
Fate knows exactly what we need and with her help we will succeed.
In finding what we have searched for. We don’t need to search anymore
We have been chosen carefully and who are we to disagree
We are quite sure our dreams come true, precisely as fate means us to.
It might be just co incidence, what matters is the consequence.
The end result is we got wed. I think that fate accomplished.
The task that she set out to do, for you love me and I love you.
You don’t find love, love will find you but not until it’s ready to..
Monday,22 March 2010
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One More Chance
(michael masser/gerry goffin)
Feel like a fool
Not realizing all the value you had
I took a happy ending and made it sad
The day I walked away and left you alone
With hardly an explanation
You stood on your own
And handled the situation
And showed to me
How understanding you could be
Now Im alone
Looking back at all the years that we shared
Thinking of the pain you should have been spared
Afraid to ask forgiveness
But where can I go
Theres no one else to turn to
I still have my pride
But now its time to learn to cast it aside
And come to you with honesty
Give me just one more chance
Such a simple thing Im asking for
Just one more chance
It would be a shame to close the door to
One more chance
Isnt that what we pray each night for?
One more chance
Isnt that what were fighting for?
Why throw away a love that needs one more chance
Now Im afraid that after all Ive said
Youll still turn me down and youll smile
And say Ill see you around
But remember that you still have a choice
And I hope and pray youll make it
Youll think of my heart
And you wont wanna break it
And Ill prove to you the kind of lady I can be
Give me just one more chance
Such a simple thing Im asking for
Just one more chance
It would be a shame to close the door to
One more chance
Isnt that what we pray each night for?
One more chance
Isnt that what were fighting for?
One more chance
Dont you know that we belong together
One more chance
Now I really need you more than ever
One more chance
You and I can really make it baby
One more chance
All you have do is say the words to
One more chance
One more
One more chance
One more chance
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Don't ask me
Sometimes I see though partially.
Like images through frosted glass.
Beyond control, sporadically
A foretaste of what is to come.
Sometimes reflections from the past.
Abilities which are not welcome.
A family trait inherited
an extra sensitivity
At times we see the way ahead.
But what we see we do not say.
Because we know we cannot change
future events in any way.
This is the cross we have to bear
the second sight can be a curse
to know but know we cannot share.
I would prefer that I was blind
Unable to see through the mists
.I feel that fate has been unkind.
To grant a talent I can’t use
It seems quite purposeless to me
If I had choice I would refuse.
I do not really want to see
what lies ahead for anyone.
What fate decrees will come to be.
I did not choose I was chosen
to inherit this ability
to see what lies beyond our ken.
My family is known to be
possessors of the second sight
but taught to use it sparingly.
I dare not share the things I see.
I can’t be sure I am correct
I will not share. So don’t ask me.
15/06/2009
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Hangman's Gallows
Hangman's Gallows
By: Adam M. Snow
The hangman cometh,
to the gallows oaken,
the reapers awaken,
to mend the broken.
The mourners mourn,
a soul that was scorn.
Your judgment comes,
now's the end,
like a dying friend,
laying you at rest,
in a hollowed coffin,
as they dance and jest.
The mark of noose,
around your neck,
if weakness may excuse.
They dance and dance,
they jest and jest,
your blood drips to the deck.
To the blood of dawn,
to the black of dusk,
all tears are gone,
and all who brusque.
All's unspoken,
you're forsaken.
The children screaming,
mothers stopped dreaming,
your body's hanging,
from a waning noose.
All you've done,
your life's abuse.
By dawn the reaper weary,
as time grew dark and eerie.
The hangman cometh,
to the gallows oaken,
with a gauntlet of raw,
for you, who's broken.
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Unopened Doors
Many doors of opportunity
remain shut through passing time.
You stand at them,
but they never open to let you pass through.
You try and try, but with no avail.
The door remains shut to you,
but you see other pass through it
and your frustration grows.
You bang and shout
and never anyone answers you.
The years slip silently by
from your youth until your old.
Each time you try the door
it refuses to let you through.
Even with more wisdom
it refuses to let you in,
but you don’t give up
you just try and try again.
More time passes
and you’ve lost the will
to want to go through.
You reach that point when you feel the battle lost.
Turning your back you walk away
to let the sun set on your life.
You feel you have nothing now,
no more will to fight.
Someone suggests a different direction,
a different door to go through.
You are hesitant
in case the door remains shut to you.
Finally, you try it
and are amazed to find
the door opens easily
and you can walk through,
but you keep remembering
the door that wouldn’t open for you.
25 March 2009
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What If I Came Knocking
What if I came knocking
On your front door some night?
Would you open the window
And drop me down the key?
What if I came knocking
On your bedpost that same night?
Would you open up your heart
Or try to get the best of me?
What if I came knocking
On your brain the next day
And ask for your truth and your love and your honesty?
Would you build up your big walls
And try to hide behind that smile
Or would you try to pull the wool right over me?
So what if I came knocking?
So what if I came knocking?
So what if I came kicking
And it scared you a little bit
And I came on strong
Would you think
That theres something wrong with me?
Or could it be your fears
Of trying something real
Or just afraid to touch
A guy like me?
What if I came knocking?
What if I came knocking?
What if I came knocking
On your front door some night? ahh
So lets just say it worked out
Like a storybook dream
And we lived happily ever after
Fa la la la
But what if I came crying
After just a few weeks
And said I misread my heart
This is not really meant to be? yeah
So if you hear some knocking
On your window tonight
You can bet that its probably me
But let it be known
That were just a pair of tumbling dice
And the outcome of these crap shoots
Is hard to see
So what if I came knocking?
So what if I came knocking?
So what if I came knocking
On your front door tonight? ahh
So what if I came knocking?
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knocking
Kick, kick, kick
What if I came knocking
On your front porch tonight, tonight?
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Serenity is my portion for M lady Ann Beard
The last rays of the setting sun
encarnadine the grey stonewalls
of my small house when day is done.
I watch content as darkness falls.
I have an unimpeded view
from where I sit towards the sea.
Each sunset shows me something new
the darkness holds no threat for me.
In fact I crave the quietness.
I choose to live in solitude.
I hate the city’s business
an anti social attitude? .
That may be true I can’t deny
I do not seek the company
of fellow men and I know why
I hate the close proximity.
Of the unthinking bustling crowd
Who advertise their discontent
broadcasting random thoughts aloud
By accident without intent.
The random thoughts they radiate
albeit quite unknowingly
combine together and create
a standing wave of misery.
Perhaps I am too sensitive.
Which would explain my attitude
The reason that I choose to live
in isolated solitude.
I’m woken by the rising sun
which bids me that it’s time to rise
and greet the new day just begun.
In perfect peace and quietness.
The grey stone walls now tinged with gold
I look towards the distant sea
Enjoy the beauty I behold
I am content as I should be.
08/08/2009
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When to sing a song
Walls at gray-scale hath me inside
Life ahead heard, never I sensed
A bird no doubt in humanly pride
Of reasons, aye reasons' nonsense
Of mine voice so ill, undeniably shaky
never spoke thus called crazy
I to earth a victim, a patsy
Walls over walls my escape to beauty
Hath I no other thoughts but escape
my knife I plunged quickly to climb
yet as much closer to top's no safe
The beating inside to my body; rhyme
On border tall I merely balance
my view to color was still
I sing a song, I caught a glance
an eagle strikes to kill
A second, mine foot step aback in fright
There I nearly touch the light
All to black, I lost mine sight
I fell down to mine great height
Broken my dreams, consumed all the hope
mine world dims, lost all mine rope
mine goals are now nightmare
Scared I am much to go there
All left to me was to stare
I fired a flare to catch an eye
Dismayed naught I; some do care
yet none but mere words and lie
I sang a song to gather help
yet came a fierce predator cat
I shriek in fear, to save myself
heard I not howl but wings of bat
The fear never fade, bats were black
his bare squeaks brought him aback
I again sang a song in gloom;
'This world to me is no room...'
'twas years and a year ago
I was left in solitude
Never knew where to go
no things I knew I should
Gray were walls since birth of time
me and fate I guess should rhyme
I now in gray for walls are too long
engulf the life and sing a song
Down I was to earth in dearth
walls break down on itself
up I go in joy and irk
was it fate or destiny's help?
There I saw how ephemeral walls are
Our world ain't gray but the other way
Those songs aren't sung to be a star
but to tell the world of mine heart's say
To go against the current of life
will never be a better choice
To strike, attack, or plunge your knife
wouldn't help them hear your voice
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Fantasy or Fact? for friend C.P Sharma
I am not dead nor do I live.
I hover somewhere in between
No explanation I can give
will prove to be sufficient to.
Describe exactly how I feel.
I long to stay but want to go.
To who or what do I appeal?
I am confused I do not know.
When I return to consciousness
and find I am myself again.
Gone is the sense of timelessness.
I am content and free from pain.
I knew deaths door was open wide
but knew my family needed me.
I did not choose to step inside.
It could have been a fantasy.
I’m sure some few will understand
but only those who have been there.
Most will dismiss it out of hand.
Though not because they do not care.
They simply cannot comprehend
they lack the sensitivity.
To know that death can be a friend
who is prepared to set you free.
But in the end the choice is yours.
It is your life you must decide
which would be the better course.
To just give up or to abide.
I don’t remember which I chose
but obviously I am still here.
I must have chosen I suppose.
But on that point I am not clear.
I can remember vividly
The doctors crowding round my bed
Whilst I was floating happily
and watching from above their heads..
Fantasy or reality
I do not know but I am sure
That it has wrought a change in me
that’s permanent and will endure.
No longer will I fear to die.
I know that death is not the end.
I am quite sure but know not why.
My enemy is now my friend.
I know that death will set me free
When my time comes then I will go
Released from my earthly body.
Towards a future I can’t know.
22/10/2009
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Qye Sera, Sera 2009 for M lady Catrina Heart
Que Sera Sera.2009
With passing time the stoutest walls
will slowly crumble into dust
Impregnable when in their prime
they will still fall as all things must.
The mental walls we build will last.
Meant to protect a broken heart
until we can forget the past
and dare to make a brand new start.
The human heart’s resilient
and will respond to T.L.C.
The damage is not permanent
Although we feel that it might be.
The passing time will numb the pain
as rising tides of hormones flow.
Dictating you must try again
revive your flagging libido
It is part of the learning curve
though sad its true I have to say.
No more no less than we deserve
This is the price we all must pay.
Before we reach maturity
and understand what real love means.
The angst and insecurity
are rites of passage from our teens.
The trials we must undergo
before we attain self control.
Will teach us what we need to know
in order to achieve our goal.
To find a mate who we can trust
Someone to love we can respect
and say goodbye to fleeting lust.
The goal we all seek I suspect.
The passing time gives us the chance
to leave our teen age years behind
and leaves us free to find romance.
Ma Natures plans are well designed.
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That's life
Although it took me many years.
I did discover finally
that all my hopes and all my fears
combined together made me, me.
I am the man I am today
because of life experience
There really is no other way you
have to learn in self defence.
You must accept that life’s unfair.
All are not gifted equally
you can observe this everywhere.
But only if you choose to see.
We recognise reluctantly
although we pay lip service to
the idea of equality
It is not and cannot be true.
Fate deals the cards you have to play.
You have no choice but do your best
to move forward- day by day.
To prove your better than the rest.
You grasp each opportunity
To put your talents to good use
but some lack your ability.
What fate decrees they can’t refuse.
All are not gifted equally.
You can’t deny that this is true
if you look at it honestly
and that is all I ask from you.
13-Feb-09
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