1.
…On PASSING
Do not mourn for me and weep
I’ve not journey’d to eternal sleep,
Look to the firmament in all its wonder,
For there my soul garments its order,
In meadows lush burgeoning forth,
I’m flowering in myriad ways that growth,
Listen in morn to chirping sounds,
I’m there in chorus singing clouds,
Look to the moon as it smiles,
And the sun in riding each day’s miles,
I’m there in full abundance dancing
Among life’s lights in times flowing,
So do not idle at my tomb and cry
I’m in the womb of life, I did not die.
2.
…On IMMIGRATION
Do not exude disdain at my fate
While rollicking in fulminating hate,
Stumbling out of terror we flee
To this land of arresting free,
Assassins of hope, spectres of mirth,
Betray weaning humanity in blind hurt,
Border’d pre-judice guards shallow grief,
We’re here, hear our shrills of life.
In twisted unborn futures’ bleeding miscarry
Expectations to futility and harry.
Our issues on shores sinking hope’s chase,
Limp petite bodies gasp as smiles erase.
Migrating to survive desolate throes of fear
Refusing to be prisoners of one life’s tear.
3.
…On WAR
Over the top, Over the top,
As the whistles scream,
Over the top, Over the Top,
As Maxims bullets stream,
Into the veil of death pours
Our eager loyalty to King soars,
Over the top, Over the top,
Ribbons of gore hail our lasts,
Over the top, Over the top,
Our bodies lost in oblivion wastes.
Over the top, Over the top,
Swarms our toils to future’s ill,
With sounds of churlish cheers bitter pill.
Over the top, Over the top,
Mines deafening eruptions crater hope,
Over the top, Over the top,
From trenches stinking in fear
Shit and pestilence.
Over the top, Over the top,
A last gasp of life to breathe existence.
Over the top, Over the top,
Was Somme a lament to military hubris!
4.
…ON MEANING
A fledgling soul quest bound took flight,
As an hour wept a languid tear to midnight,
Into the vastness of life it alone, swoon’d
To enter a petition for meanings boon.
Traversing quantum’s propelling
Infinite to infinitesimal,
beyond imagination’s grasp,
seeking, seeking an innate purpose.
Deeper, deeper in gargantuan’s cavern,
Until a point of no return
Infused its being, in solemn sense
Nothingness flooded in, loomed in wholeness.
Ensnared in emptiness’s embrace,
Was all that seemed delivered in a whisper,
Thundered from the sullen mouth of pre existence,
Was an echo ripping through space, beyond a limitless horizon.
But nothing, nothing from this darkness oozed,
To assuage its fright on confronting stack reality,
Life dances to this inimitable farce,
The face of its maker forever hidden.
5.
…ON SLAVERY
Borne for a peasants soul
Scripted for the poor
Our yearnings unflinchingly wields
Barrenness seething fields.
White knuckled hands shovel
Limbs scything aeons
Of greeding hordes,
Mouthing platitudes to school
Thoughts abandon to Virgin gloom:
High spirits loathing our Doom.
6.
…ON STARLINGS
Daylight exhausting, cedes its last.
Some apparition to my sense holds fast.
In heaven’s apron a visual repast
of a throng in thousands swarm,
an instant flight moulding storm.
These puny dots surpass collective imagination,
dazzling in spectacular murmuration.
Enthral, amaze and wonder beyond symphonic exuberation.
To seers with vision it sings whispers delight;
A purpose in mystery flown each night.