Will:
Dark is the way of fear,
But bright the way of will,
That sacred source of life,
And mover of the soul,
Though shaker of that which does not submit.
But surely lumiel has felt at night,
The 1000 hungry dogs,
Snapping at his heals,
And thrown a meagre bone their way.
But some collar must be brought to bear,
Less their doubting howls be the last thats heard,
Across green hills which only smile:
All life is will’d,
O how bright is the will of love.
The Journey:
I have gone to visit the mountain gods,
So if you see them,
For me say,
That all is well,
But I could no longer stay,
And take refuge beneath there peaks,
For I have basked in shadow for untold weeks
Yes I have gone,
And though maybe not enough,
What I hope to leave behind is love,
So that should you think of me,
And the heart for a second smile,
That second of your time,
Will bring me all i need,
To keep me on the path
I have traversed those low plains long enough,
Where rightly I was born,
And yes between my home and destination,
There have I been daily torn,
But in those lofty heights,
I fix my sights toward,
Where mountain dew is seen,
And eagles drift towards the sun,
In air so clean and full of life,
For one who finds it hard to breathe,
Please know this seems like paradise
And so it comes to pass,
Because I promise that,
The old world is not my own,
I choose to be alone,
And journey through the foot-hills,
With a note-book and a smile,
So although my friend its been a while,
And you may think how selfish,
Is this dream,
One day ill write again with clearer words,
One day i’ll write again….
Flicker:
Would I wish this flame of love,
Ever to be felt by another soul,
For to feel its warmth upon the mind,
Is to be at peace with a burning heart
A curse so bright,
It might befall the stars,
Or failing that,
Call upon the wrath of war from mars,
But could I wish this flame of love,
Yes, 1000 times a day I would
Could I choose a hundred mornings,
Drifting in and out of cloisters,
Sipping chinese tea and smiling,
Walking out towards the garden,
Musing on the softness of a feather
Would it really make one bit of difference?
Kneeling down to bathe in fountains,
Smelling roses in the woodland,
Praying next to trees in silence,
Humming notes of bye gone ballads,
Waiting for my friends to join me,
Speaking in the softest voice ‘a whisper,
Not caring who might not be listening
Gazing out towards the city,
Counting pennies in my pocket,
Reading up on growing crime rates,
wishing things were all so perfect,
Doubting words I learned from teachers,
Fear of something gone unspoken,
Vows of silence never broken,
Screaming, tearing at my bible,
Smashing all the stained glass windows,
In the halls of elder statesmen,
Lessons wasted in conception,
If it turns out trying is agression,
And if agression is but a wasted effort,
Should I choose a hundred mornings lying?
Swallow my tounge or keep on fighting?
Should I choose a hundred mornings lying,
Then yes you might just find me dead one evening.
Dream:
Tell me what you’ve always thought,
And how you thought it always was,
What you do to make yourself,
gather your beliefs and share them all, Fears, hopes and true accounts,
My friend, my commrade,
I’ll hear you dream
Upturned Cards:
When will I see this hand of cards upturned,
When will I see the springtime come,
When will I greet you in the grove,
And explain to you my undying love,
When will the bards sing great songs of joy,
Across tall mountains in the morning light,
When will the neighbours at last forget,
The wrongs proclaimed by evil men
Now must an eagle catch the air,
Now must a dolphin ride each wave,
Now must the lion lead his pride,
Now must the sunlight meet our eyes.
Dream Awake:
So what is thought if not a dream awake,
and the mind a place to freely walk,
Am I to take the meaning of this life,
As laws from which i cannot break!?!
Become Become:
Not as the night,
Or dawn’s sunshine,
Much more like 5 a.m’s,
Grey sky,
With stagnant grace,
Just wait,
Dont move,
dont make mistakes,
Dont blame this game of love,
tounge tied,
Buts thats all right,
The heart forgives,
And calmly sings,
As his master blinks,
And keeps his thoughts within,
Like tyson swings,
When rage begins,
Released,
Just for a second tearing himself apart,
What could be done,
Where does it start,
What will they think
Pride cuts like knives,
As the blood just smiles,
A thirsty trial,
The child is searching for a home,
From coast to coast,
He slowly roams,
And keeps his eyes upon the prize,
And tries and tries to see the light,
Only tired,
By his own lazy mind,
Only frightened,
By what he cant decide,
And all the while,
Im thinkin man,
Just let it ride,
Be cool,
Be cool,
Time is on your side,
The rule of youth is life,
So live it up,
Become,
Become,
And don’t go giving up,
Just yet,
Keep running as you’ve always done,
Forget,
Forget,
(Or remember less?)
Remember your strengths,
Your oldest friends,
Have faith,
Make just another change,
Make love,
Make growing up,
Not tough,
No longer judged
You know you will become,
One day,
One day,
A worthy son,
The child has found his villa-nova,
And knows that here his work is done…..
The Student:
If the flame is constant in its fuel of love,
Let then no lesson seek to betray the light,
For in this action lies a hint of truth.
So I shall gaze,
When a casual glance does not surfice,
On that which stirs when spring arrives
For the flowers then do bloom with love,
Rising with nature’s insense toward’ the sun,
A hazy scene,
A glow upon the mind,
But within this riddle,
known and understood,
A ring of knoledge has been stirred,
A thousand dreamy nights before,
within those sacred forests of the mind,
It may have lost its way,
But does not the earth oblige and say,
If you would seek for wisdom think of me?,
What then would come if I should ask,
Why do I write this verse?,
Or blend some melodious tune of love,
Each day and night,
some purpose old eludes,
There dancing on the breeze,
So swift and cool
I wish to be this air and know,
Within those fleeting words,
What golden spark of light,
Rises through the mists of time,
To burn all souls with love.
– Thomas Henry Halley Grey