A play on perception,
Is a deception
An artificial construct;
That a liar exploits;
A politician courts,
And, a propagandist corrupts;
All the while:
The jester of the court,
Silently contorts in fits and jolts of manic glee!
Over-Makeuped Girl!
You know you don’t need makeup;
You are naturally very beautiful,
If your insecurities mean that you must,
Know that you are nature’s work of art,
And, the barest hint of exaggeration is all you need:
To turn you into a classic masterpiece!
Stubborn
Errant words in disarray;
I grasp for them futilely,
I yearn for focus but it is ever illusory;
I feel over-burdened at times, by the task ahead,
My only salvation is that I am not alone in this,
And those that rely on them, rely on me (in varying degrees of necessity);
For, in this inherently uncertain world;
It is the great responsibility that shudders you awake from helpless reverie,
Sometimes, that is all you need:
A millisecond of clarity within a thick fog of uncertainty,
To catch a glimpse of the path ahead, and restore momentary focus and determination,
For the rest, I have always been a stubborn, arrogant, brute, to do anything other than the way I see it;
And age hasn’t seemed to have dulled this sense;
So, I have thrown my dice in this great game and path of life thus;
Have you?
Aid
I truly don’t know how this world works!
It’s full of pitfalls and dangers at every turn;
You steer clear of those you see,
Warn and help others to avoid the same, as best you can;
A perfect moment of aid, in a world filled with imperfect beings;
For a single ripple is all you need sometimes,
To bring a tsunami of hope to a world in pain.
Pillars of Life
Dreams are free,
Life is uncertain;
Death is inevitable
Love is a choice,
Company is a must,
All else is disposable.
Your Tribe
Brotherhood,
You’ll search for it all of your life,
A feeling of belonging ;
Soldiers don’t fight and die for queen nor country, my friend;
Brotherhood is what we live for and die for:
It is the only battle cry that has stood the test of time;
For, we are pack animals forged into a tribe;
And, while I may not always agree with you, my brothers;
It is for you, and you alone, I shall willingly lay down my life.
Indecision
How can you sleep when the world is screaming its deafening roar outside?
Churning, twisting its chains and lashing out;
An insomniac’s day dream,
Bearing down like a Juggernaut,
I will not be crippled by indecision,
As i’ve spent a lifetime living thus;
Professional soldiers are trained to move toward the sound of violence (like a hunter to a kill);
While untrained civilians naturally flee,
A rare few will stand their ground,
Determined to make a stand;
For night or day, battle comes when you least expect it;
Some battles are unavoidable;
When neither fight nor flight is a credible option:
For, eventually, all dangers must be faced head on.
Pigeonholes in the Sky
We be cooped up in these towers, brov;
Like them pigeons that no body wants around, blood;
Rats with wings and vermin, is what they call us like,
We be pigeons, in a world in love with doves;
Choice pickings don’t make it this far down;
Violent tussles over scraps,
Till we all be slipping on spilt blood;
And, scraping the bottom of a barrel,
To make do is what we do, brov;
That’s our lot in life,
And, we ain’t got a lot.
Wool & Fishbone
Home-spun wool, looped through fish bone, can’t sow your clothes now ;
A meal of suet and gristle stew, with hard bread, no longer makes your mouth water;
Chasing lambs, knocking cattle on their sides, tumbling down grassy hills ‘n’ vernes in fits of giggles;
Simple games of your youth and humble beginnings forgotten on the incline,
Uncomfortable truths give way to more comfortable prose, when the summit is in sight;
Never realising that the summit is a harsh, inhospitable and baron place;
With so many trampling over each other for a foothold, it’s home to none for too long;
And, courtesy and humility are not character flaws to be ashamed of, or embarrassed by;
For, a pioneer with the much-envied ‘ace gene’ once said of their corollary- humbleness:
‘There is no act too small, for a truly big man’.