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.
Sunday, 28 October 2012
Sunday, 7 October 2012
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.
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.
Saturday, 6 October 2012
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.
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.
Thursday, 4 October 2012
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.
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