THE SEARCH OF LIFE

Do i move on pointless paths, circling
endless deep trod ways to nowhere?
it is not i perching on stiff benches,
staring with black holes, mouth agape,
that's not the way,.......... surely?
not yesterday's paper and a dark skull.
but neither follow Dylan from Newport to bangladesh,
blindly feeling the way ,........ to near, or far.

Who speaks true? not you or him,
nor the sea's ceaseless beat,
nor the wind's weeping sweep.
i crouched too long in wind and seaspray gorse,
too long to find it there.
And God is too deep,

to speak of me, so i stumble exhausted at the wall and fall,
i think my soul fled my self and from above looked
upon my spent corps and smiled reassuringly. this is what it is.
And so i rise and move once more, like a confident quotation
happy?

'Tis quiet now as i creep into bed
and sigh with relief as i rest my head
i close my eyes and quietly smile
at days long past, to ponder a while.

so quietly then the clouds drifted by
and gently made pictures up in the sky.
time then to hear the bird as he sings
and to dream of all the promise of things.

time then to await this LIFE i behold,
this wealth of living more precious than gold
yet time steals away with quiet speed,
such beauty yet we forget to heed.

the past is quiet yet still must we sleep,
Awaken anew our treasures will keep,
Treasures of memories rich and poor,
such quiet treasures for evermore,

life its just but a mystery............................
think about what you do with your time
for every second counts.......
spend it with God and be rest assured
or for your self alone that you perish?

just a mystery................................

FORGET AND BE HAPPY

i wish to write a view of life-
the love and devotion each of us feels
balanced against tough coated strife,
bitterness and pain: a disease,
which spreads with cold lurking fingers
into the depths of chasms, the grey seas of memory.

The love for family, nature, friend,
True companions to one neglected,
the pain; a harmful fiend.
which like a scorpion's striking poison
into the rotting grave tortured heart of mankind.

your anger was aroused by them today,
it quickly flared and was so hard to hide,
yet you managed to keep it down inside
and held up your head as you walked away.

your jealousy showed in your quickened speech.
it remained to you unnoticed, unaware,
but hinted to them the real truth in there-
your heart-as you passed by beyond their reach.

they say simple things are best,
no need to search from east to west,
all around are things we love,
riches in our treasure trove.

A picture card from foreign climes,
reminding us of pleasant times,
these sentimental things we keep,
that make us smile, and sometimes weep.

we see a rose of scarlet hue,
the scented petals wet with dew,
our eyes behold its beauty rare,
a magic moment we can share,

sweet is the music that we hear,
its lifts the heart, and gives us cheer,
or gazing at a lovely view,
it fills our mind with peace anew.

so my dear forget the sorrows and the cares you feel
forget your anger and the jealous times
forget emotions as they take the blame.

as the days passes, your pains will heal
be happy now as it is not a crime
and know each day will never be the same
forget and be happy