Friday, 9 May 2014

There must be more

As I stop, and take the time
To inventory, the inside of my mind
I realize, it’s not as full as it used to be.
With images of justice, or designs of liberty
The world has changed, or is it me that’s new?
A different set of morals from a different set of clues
So still I wonder, is this all there is to life?
The ever changing cycles of a world that’s damp and ripe
There must more, yeah in my heart I hold to this
I’ve known the joy of love and I’ve seen the peace and bliss
But as you know, all things must end, except the need for faith
And the spirit that’s within to keep you strong
When it seems you’re ’bout to break
Just call upon the strength within and plant it as your stake
Move forward with power, program yourself to feel
With depth enough to know what’s up and heart to sense the real
Where you at?
And now a picture for the frame we set aside
Below the baseline a secret place awaits for us to hide
To pass the time as the war goes on-and-on
Post-apocalyptic sunset, Post-apocalyptic dawn
But just the thought of the world we once possessed
A place that wasn’t ours is just a house with an address
A false existence, wrought with fear and mistrust, a life inside a box
No life inside of us.
Find your soul, and use your inner voice,
The road less traveled, is now the path of choice.
Realize, with time comes change
New attitudes, new values, priorities rearranged.
Move forward with power, program yourself to seek
Wear your shield of justice and wield your sword of liberty
Move forward, move now, program yourself to feel
With depth enough to know what’s up and heart to sense the real
Where you at?
There must be more…. more… more..
Is this all there is?
Is this it?

Thursday, 1 May 2014

There will be time

A rainy Thursday in London. Yesterday seems so long ago. Radiohead and T.S.Eliot provide the mood, and comfort, for the day.

And indeed there will be time 
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" 
Time to turn back and descend the stair, 
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—                              
[They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!"] 
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, 
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin— 
[They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!"] 
Do I dare 
Disturb the universe? 
In a minute there is time 
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.