OVERVIEW (3).

Did the young leader know, 

3000 years ago,

the consequences? when he said;

"Here, We Are A Nation," In a territorial illegal zone,

Where hatred is law and fair play brings dread,

The symbols of power create nothing but unrest,

"Built a house on every hill," a leader recently cried,

And so they did, but everyday a dark cloud hangs over 

innocent lives,

As each decade passes by the struggle is stronger,

Making the chasm for togetherness a little wider,

And its roots and many branches grow even deeper,

So that there soon can be no solution, no resolve,

Generations keep the war bubbling 

until the region has its dark night of the soul. 

Will peace overcome history's constant wail?

Deny people their dignity and only hatred prevails,

While standing at the crossroads between heaven and hell,

Are the wounds far too deep for forgiveness to quell?

For both sides to find the redemption they seek,

And speak with one voice for an everlasting peace. 

   

OVERVIEW (2).

The grim reaper's awoken

More extremism's on the rise,

Venomous words seem only to be spoken,

You see the truth through the pain in the people,

It's written in their eyes;

Living is a constant emotional upheaval,

We look on with sorrow from the outside,

Tools we see used perpetuate fundamentals,  

Some; to sacrifice the few so old beliefs can survive,  

The kids play with guns in their everyday trial,

No toys for them! That's a western while,

And when asked what they would like to be,

They always reply mercilessly,

'They'd prefer to be martyrs wanting glory in death,'

Nothing less will suffice that's the mind they possess,

It's uncanny how these kids with their innocent light,

Make the worst enemies when called to unyielding plights,

And with their eyes red, youth filled their years up ahead,

A formidible foe anyone would dare test,

Indoctrinated to serve with no fear no dread,

Some, would make great scholars in our time but starved of 

choice for a personal quest,  

Because their tomorrows see only their ultimate fate, set!

OVERVIEW (1)

Society's torn;

Values are broken;

Infrastructure's brought to its knees;

Their future looks bleak;

Sibling rivalry goaded by its genesis,

Brothers they are, its written 

But hate feeds their nemesis.

Is the conflict about the land?

If the father of both tribes, in our time were alive,

Would he be ashamed, would he make a peaceful stand?

Or sacrifice all for some master plan heard in his head

Commanded by oratory, partial slaying by his hand?

Would he see that his legacy brought hell on the land? 

Deep conditions of traditional values are split, 

led by the interpretations that one chooses in their belief system 

so strong, that lives have been crushed, recorded in history's 

spillage of blood, for what's written is right, so ingrained in the 

tribal souls to preserve it,

So one voice respecting many other beliefs does not suffice?

And in the name of the highest truth, justice shed that creates suffering 

to the innocent, is ill in any cause to gain, is in itself a crime.

And some may choose not to hear a survival call within 

that the most high built this world for all men, women and children to live in.

Will it take divine intervention, like it's happened before,

to end one of history's hate filled storms of conflict and seemingly 

misunderstood incessant war. 

  

IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE?

When some folks talk expecting to be listened to

but find it hard listening to what others have to say,

When self obsession thrives on attention being sought  

seeking personal thunder pursuing nothing but self gain,

When a love tie is based on spiritual necessity, 

a contract to be needed so one's fear cements their stay,

When the truth of love hits hard exposing falsehood

That's when realization presents an inescapable face, 

relentless choices are made come what may,

living a lie in the glare of life's truth can be an unconscious waste,

And life lessons come merciless like soldiers of truth to wage battle 

having another field day!

                          Is there anybody out there?  

 

DOES NOT MAKE ME BRAVE.

Looking for underlying reservations;

Searching for issues that may surface,

There aren't any! why be suspicious?  

Been too long in the habit of conflicting

energies, harmony's come but one is 

stifled, at regular times of inspiration 

when 'no' is said repeatedly, an obstacle 

appears in ones nature, blocked ideas cannot 

find emotional release or a positive outlet

for all to see, while being held in a closet not to be seen,

Just a need to be heard with ones time

in discourse is all that's necessary for letting off steam,

And as for this phase of serenity I've entertained apathy, 

Far from the courts of wellbeing's need;

Harmony in ones self so fancy free,

is marred by the shadow self's dealings, 

Nick pickings of conscience that something's

afoot as blindness walks over rational mental

pages of ones personal book,

to disrupt the self and discourage creative ferver

into pangs of doubt  while wearing old boots, past

reference pushes one down to take a second look,

Insecurity, vulnerability dances again,

Kept hidden from watchful eyes and a loved one's gaze,

I prod myself into an enforced haze, 

of freedom, mentally running away 

wallowing intently in a creative maze,

Plucking up the courage to start, 

Revving the motors in strength of attitude 

honed like a shiny, magnificent new car, 

Proud without influence sure like a mage,

For in this harmony rattling my cage,

This breath of transient, good effect in reverie

Does not make me brave!

 

IN THE QUIET.

I stroll home in the quiet,

Lost in the embers of the evening's light,

Dusk flies swiftly swallowed by night,

I look up to see the universe glisten,

And imagine the clusters of galactic bodies

pulsating in activity fueling cosmic fusion,  

Stars hang shining, beacons created eons of 

light years away reach here now for us to see 

showing a play in mysterious stella illusion,  

For their light is a pure reflection of truth,

Reflections of their history frozen as proof  

Yet, for every one of those satellites... 

it is assumed, our soul is connected to.

I slowly look down aware of the ground

back into the self to earth's might, 

I cross a reflective bridge footprints leave  

impressions of this day written in time,

Never to come again this day slowly dies 

Whilst the universe hums and strums its

eternal tune in the quiet, to revitalize! 

LAYERS.(2)

And still the unpredictable expounds,

The unexpected burns its curse through 

hallowed ground,

The illusion of the tides that life bleeds,

Belches glam fab styles that tingle taste buds, 

spraying the air in its odour as ambition

breathes ceaselessly,

Caught in the times we thrive on fears,

And strive full pelt for successful years,

Whilst purpose lies strangled and the soul

cries in disarray,

Health gets discarded along many highways,  

We're victims programmed to circumstance prone to 

make or break, 

Born we are with nothing and buried in the same state.

     

DOORS.

We enter through doors,

Into unknown futures,

Clasp to the new, potential shores, 

The present, forgotten, is forlorn,

What ifs, dance merrily as we trudge the windy moors,

Hope, is the only anchor we can be sure of, 

Faith abides doubtless in the mystics law, And 

what the soul brings, free will, will shake its foundation

trembling, whilst treading on floors unsure,

2010 comes teasing, it's a long veiled tunnel as 

the dice is thrown through every issue in every port,

We trundle through distorted seasons searching for  

meaning, striving until 2011 opens its fated door, 

Heralding in a new current for deeply impressive scores.