If dreams are the harbinger of life’s great serenade
then I either spent 20 years deaf or 20 years afraid.
To live our days dreamlessly is to live in grey stained shade
so if you don’t stray from the colours,
you’ll see we’re all brothers
but were asleep in a fevered dream

Why is it,
the best of mankind’s minds all dwell
on the tortured side of hell?
For those within their high ivory towers,
far from the tortured toiling
of the boiling broth below
hold the keys to change
but fail to unlock that
which the doors of hope bestow.
Granted,
not all those that survive the swell of the Devils ****** spell
become patron Saints
through their pain,
but the very act of survival
means that their miraculous revival
can put life into those long dead
with that earned wisdom
birthed from the dungeons within their heads.
For Dantes rocky road
is for those alone
whose abodes
are bestowed
within the land of no mans code,
who bare the weight of tomorrow’s load,
until they don’t

Ivory towers only seek to alienate;
The ones who cherish an elephants grace.
For those who build their homes
out of the bones
of a dying world
will proudly play their fiddles
as all of the chaos and riddles
of a burning Rome unfurls

There are those who live out their days dangerously
and walk along a knifes edge in search of electricity.
They abandon known reason within decisions
for their inner vision is addicted to ambition.
If they find their soul is far from fully grown
they’ll bravely set out upon that road alone
and mystify cemented minds with the gravity of their finds.
These are the ones who will change our ageing-ancient ways
with a saviours grace unlike those who are growing within their graves.

nothing can escape death.
not even the stars.
the universe itself will one day tremble it’s last.
it is just a form of change.
do not cower from it.
in its simplicity it is just a transition.
if stars cowered from supernova there would be
no star dust,
no life-lust,
no truth,
no you,
no love,
no me.
and what a tragic cosmos that would be.
nothing can escape death, least of all life.
it paves the way for the newly young
with more space
and steeled hearts.
don’t allow your sweet, short life to be hijacked
by fear trying to hide from this hard fact.
a change.
something comes next...
something comes next.
it will always involve you
and me.
consciously?
that remains to be seen
but
it always will
involve you
and me

Sunrise on the summit of Snowdon
a young vagabond breathed
there was a wondrous road ahead

Re-wild your inner child
and with that the World;
Lest we fail to be worthy of our so called “wisdom”
For the fate of this beautiful blue marble
that we have the privilege to call our home
is held within all of our minds and actions-
and ours alone.
Those who look upon the mystique of nature
with childlike wonderment
and tearful disbelief
of what mother Gaia has birthed;
Those who stand and heed the call to arms
with Spartanesque custodianship
to see what the courage of their souls unearths-
Those and those alone
will be our saviours.
All others condemn us
to a future house and home
unfit for the darkest devil in hell