The Tidal Wave

A tidal wave arches overhead
Marbled with translucent ripples,
In a delayed trajectory,
Like a capture by still photography
Look within and you will see it was long been building
For it is crammed to the rafters with hate
Run you may, but you’ll not escape it’s reach
Resign to your fate instead
Let it sweep in
Break on the preemptory before making inland
To wash over you
And all who brought it to exist
To loose their prejudices
In the soak
To be baptised anew
Ushering in a new beginning,
Free of the endless cycle of hate

Footprints in Time

‪Before the footprints we leave behind on the shoreline of time‬
‪Fill up with sea water‬
‪And are washed away entirely‬
‪Strive to write within their confines‬
‪The words to sprout roots‬
‪For their impression to remain‬
‪Even fleetingly intact‬
‪To inspire the imaginations of future generations,‬
‪As the words of the very best that came before us, have.‬

Naive To Be True

The naive two

Reached out to each other 

As their fingers touched

Sparks flew 

Like spiderwebs of a lighting strike 

And the equivalent of thunder rolled in their souls 

To awaken them from every other peripheral distraction

As their eyes met

And their pupils dilated in synchronicity 

All they could see was each other, and no other

Fulfilling a prophesy that each had been long foretold was their destiny to realise,

But seemed far fetched to believe,

And neither let go of the other 

Either then or now

For, if none of us are naive to begin with

None would be brave enough

To unlock the fairytale that life has in store for us.

The Crown

A whirlpool develops around my heart,
As I watch on;
A kaleidoscope of monarch butterflies dances over her like a crown
In honour or celebration
Of a blessing from the lord of life
The rarest of sights: a natural apparition
Am I witnessing the missing link,
Between man and nature?
Then she sees me with those perfect eyes
And I felt myself being pulled into their centre
Under those green whirlpools
Into the eclipses at their centre
Only, I did not wish to come back up for air
If what I’d be coming up for;
Is a life before I witnessed that remarkable sight,
And what it means for all life.