I am but a nation,

Torn to pieces

My poor broken heart

left to scatter apart

Like a flag,

Abandoned to the breeze

And the mercy of whichever way

The winds may take me.

My colours are faded

And split apart

Representing the many different parts

Of my life.

Red is my passion

And love in my heart,

White is where my thoughts and feelings

Are at their most pure,

Green is for growth

And my love of nature,

Yellow is my cowardice

Of which I am ashamed,

And black

Contains all possibilities.

In singularity each only represents

Part of me

Only when colours unite together

To unify my soul

Will you ever

Get to see me whole.

In an effort
To be rewritten
Or rather
Be rid of
A lack of remittance
And a reputation there of

I leap into the darkness
Of a complicated mind
One must ride the lightning
To justify the lines

Though these insinuations
Seem intended to intrigue
Never mistake a Traveler
  For some old hippy freak...

With growth comes learning
        And this may be through formal education
      Through parables and proverbs from the old Or simply through makeshift prints of experiences of a novice nature.

               And from all the above I have decided to accept each one as it comes without a proper definition of hierarchy .

In
the peace
we seek
True love
shall be revealed.

A few years ago when my eldest boy

Was still at primary school

He took Jasper with him.

This is a stone

Reputed to have mystical properties.

After school I asked how his day had gone.

"It was like I was famous" he said.

"Girls were chasing me

All over the playground,

It was horrendous!"

"I'm taking another one tomorrow!"