Sands of time

A eunuch stands at the hallow grounds. Singing into the hollow tree trunk. Singing of lovers lost and a life once watched.
Standing in awe of the mist as the night revives to the  fog as the dawn rolls into the hallow ground. Rolling in like the tide curling over the sands of time. 

White over green
And weeds wrapping around the sphere of water like a bag in the wind.
Still the eunuch cant find the answers to the song that he sings
Or what the morning starts to bring
Minds criss cross in a single wrinkle in time
Spirits roam in wandering towards the light
Lingering and labouring through the walls into the sands of time

White on grey
Swinging through the breeze, less hallways and corridors
The afternoon is when they take their tea
Looking as the waves curl onto the sands of time from the grasping sea
Now all will be
And the sands of time will never cease to show what needs to be seen

If I die, my love for you. will never die

He stood beside her/she stood beside him
Hand in hand, smiling where they stand
They through caution to the wind
Making their next of kin
Traversed the world
And took it by storm

Now there is a time for everything
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to sow, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to break down, a time to build up
A time to weep, a time to laugh
A time to lose, a time to gain
There is a time for everything
But as he stood beside her/and she stood beside him
Hand in hand/smiling where they stand
There is never a time for love to fade away
And like a leave hanging on the tree in sway
He love will stand beside her now
Hand in hand

20/20

Sit on the crooked chair under the ladder stair and receive a standing overture of stares. Plain ppl stare into the night so a reflection wont be reflected back to the dead. Systems broken leadership on bend and knee. Why didn’t we see that hindsight in 20/20. Just like the honey bee before they emerge from their slumber. They know to think before acting. Stir the flower, waste the energy from the sun. And steal their nectar from the pedals and harvest the life blood to which we call existence.   Existence burns in the veins.  Sweet as honey to the taste. Fiery and alive till we stop existing and just start being. Not like the honey bee. But just like the plain ppl that stare into the night 

Winters Run

The cold nips at your knees

Like a dog herding you, away

From the destination you want

and making you want

The destination the dog wants  ( like sheep to the slaughter)

Humans to winters run

Fingers blue, Lungs ensue

As breathing stops to smile with pleasure

As oxygen freezes right in front of your teeth

With the sun still shinning, Never feeling its brilliance

Wanting warmth, Pinning

We all want blankets and blankets out of winters run

When will winters run be done?

And we can feel the brilliance of the sun

And lose the dog from our knees

Its cold out here

Its cold out here

The birds I cant hear

in the morning of dew has now become in the morning of icicles

Jack frost hasn’t just woking up, No he’s running rampid and chaotic

No sun , moon, nor wind will help cease his artful fingers

Its cold out here

But there’s a smell that refreshes the mind

Awakes the body not in the same tenderness as summer but with a pure potion on the edge of dawn

Winter shall we find it? Like a embrace of lovers

Its cold out here

Yet the dead trees still seem alive

the rivers are still flowing towards the shores and just maybe you can see what beauty lies beneath

Its cold out here, its cold out here

So stop to hear winters lustful sneer

Its cold out here

When this begins again

When the sky fell and the angels ran

Your eyes were the safest hand

and I know I know

What will happen when I see your face

So when the sky fell and the angels ran

The gods looked for their right hand

I know In know

That when this begins again

I’ve sailed the 7 sea’s searching for the whitest sand Finding nothing but a line in the sand causing a confusion of hands

Hell and I found the devils upper hand stool his youth and broke the minute hand leaving it on his night stand

When the sky fell and the angels ran

Your eyes were the safest hand

and I know  I know

What will happen when I see your face

So when the sky fell and the angels ran

The gods looked for their right hand

I know In know That when this begins again

I’ve walked down the darkest alley streets to find people I love to meet greet them with a smile and a cigarette

So is this what the line in the sand had at hand, left to be weak land and unfaltering sand

I remember playing in the band, on the band stand

Thats when…..

 The sky fell and the angels ran

Your eyes were the safest hand

and I know I know

What will happen when I see your face

So when the sky fell and the angels ran

The gods looked for their right hand

I know I know

That when this begins again

Changing of times

Can you feel it?

there’s a change in the wind

As the white rabbit wanders the tracks and the hobos gather their newspaper beddings

There’s a cold breath of fresh air coming from the north east

Holding something new and becoming of the season Yet letting something die away for a rest and recharge

Now as the morning greets me, Jack frost nipps at my nose and fingers as I enjoy a cigarette with the sunrise

Bottle collectors race to bet the cold and stay warm as they look for gold in trash cans

Its the changing of times

The finds of new art The lingering of  fresh colours

Its the changing of  style for mother earth and the warning bell for father time to start slowing down (well so it seems )

As days drag on like when a victim watch’s their hour glass fade and the work grows slow yet harder

As old man winter crawls towards his chair

just awaking to find her gone with summer and the song