When did time create the first story
Was it written about the past in glory
I wonder, was it about hunting an animal
To feed, clothe, a tribe living in the jungle
Grunting verses told by primitive charades
By fire, under moon, a wolfs howl fades
Stories of past explorers and sailors
Crossing seas in search of futures
A new world, there had to be one
Planting, growing, evolving on up
Look to the stars, a journey beyond
A kaleidoscope of colours and song
Wars that eliminate species and races
Recording a history of greed and violence
Lessons taught to the young at heart
Not to repeat what ills man has rot
But to set an open course and unite
A world as one, for a future we may write
A time it was not long ago, a visitor came as pleased. It began as a tease you see, he made me believe. I fell into his trance and just like that, gave a jolt. Propelled towards riches of grandeur in hope.
Rising, rising, ever so slowly rising, the horizon. Appears a stare so far into the future, an illusion. Flickering bolts of lightning behind a blanket of clouds. Illuminates a glow that turns everything upside-down.
Reflecting like a mirror to show the truth of ones soul
I see mine, staring into my eyes in judgment I alone behold. Hello darkness my old friend, you’ve returned once again. Perhaps to place the final piece and ease this puzzles pain.
She walked by me, I stared
Fell into a trance, I swear
Stopped dead, turned, I said…
Excuse me but do you have the time?
Yes, she said
To which I replied, great!
Lets go buy you a dress to wear and
talk about life before it ends.
It’s too short to let it slip by…
Sunny are the days that come
When life presents gifts of love
Man, woman, child and beast of every kind
Flesh and soul, colours that blow the mind
Voices like songs, sounds from far away lands
Harmony, peace and the courage to hold hands
I love you I do I do
Spinning head, a rush that threw
This earth of green and blue
It turns for me, because of you