The Waves

Ahead-
A rolling army
Of white horses
Gallop towards
Their sandy rest.

Upon arrival-
They bow,
Exalt their
Salty hymns of
Praise,

Then whisper
Sighs and kisses
To their new
Love's breast.
_

Summer 2013

Aberystwyth

Newgale beach

Sweet Arrivals

Something I've been writing for a while. It's influenced by the writings of the Psalms.
Credit too to my friend, Stephen Kingdon.

I

The wolves howl as twisted branches reach for Mars,

howling in a horrendous chorus for angelic birds.

A cry for their freedom, left in despair;

oh, those sweet angelic birds

do they not hear?

Have they migrated south for Winter?

Indeed, the forest leads them to no escape,

it leads to only another tree.

Oh the silent trees, the deathly trees,

stripped barren and bare by the winter breeze,

and what now of the lives of these

without the birds singing softly in the trees?

HOOOOWL- this is the life of a wolf,

a desperate cry for survival.

What man would choose such an existence

to search and come to no arrival?

Had they not seen? had they never heard the angelic choirs?

II

Sweet arrivals,

sweet meadow sunshine with a new voice for song.

A long train journey, we missed our stop,

but now we are here.

Sweet arrivals.

Sweet chorus, I hear their song,

I know the lyrics

I know the melody

They echo as some distant memory...

Sweet company, the birds have returned,

we have arrived, let us sing.

And now we gaze upon this manor house,

walls of orange brick, its rafters old and creaky,

but the heart is alive and beating.

The house is alive, I hear its song of joy,

"The birds have returned to the nest".

Melodies fill its chambers both night and day,

the walls echo the praises sung,

not of man or of his own way,

but to the God King three in one.

The birds have returned home.

A faint howl cries in the forest...

They don't live here.

The wolves don't live anywhere...

The night is very cold.

If there is a place where men can find no shadow of despair

It is this place which has become Heaven's earthly lair.

The birds have returned home.

_


Spring 2013

Gather crops

Gather crops This is a song I wrote in 2011. Good to know your thoughts :)

The bright redemption

Bless her soul as she lays in her coffin
awake to the new morning
of the bright, bright redemption.

Bless her soul as now she lays their sleeping
adrift in death's sweet bliss
'till the bright, bright redemption.

Bless her soul as now she lays in earth
wrap her warm from Winter's snow
'till the bright, bright redemption.


And to us all who are left behind
bless all men of every kind,
bless all men of every kind.


Bless us all as now we make our journeys
away from finite earth
to the bright, bright redemption.

Moon

Orb of serenity
wanders slowly and subtly
across the endless majesty
of the heavenly skyway.

Soft light's gentle melody
plays oh so quietly
in harmonious beauty
across the footpaths and fields.

From round faced whiteness
to dark veiled shyness
the moon in its lightness
floats from rooftops to trees.

University Halls

*Edited version of an older poem*


Slandered on the juvenile philosophy of candle lit promises we stagger our moments. I struck my head on the idea and was left concussed.
The future is dimmed with techno beats, the thump and pound of a good night out, to drown concerns with one more shot, then to wake up with another.
"Parade the streets and expose yourself, just to show that you're still alive!"
As I squinted through the mist and fumes of lost minds in the University Halls I per chanced to notice you, a soul of glass among the oceans, you sank right to the bottom.
You were being drowned by the 'modern' ideas of "what is truth?", the hideous human gods, self deities with their chosen moralities and hypocrisy.
The room was too full of pictures and posters of naked idolised pop stars to even breathe.

There is no such thing as an innocent victim of death.
Life is living proof of this.

Song 1- Optimism

                             
There's a dark side to every man                           
but don't stay on that end
Look for the better side
That's how you make a friend.

With a life there must be a death
sad but it's true
hold them in your memories
for the trials you must do.

And always look on the lighter side
think optimistically
for there is much to see in the world
so much beauty.