Thus I Wrote

Will nothing become me more in my life
Than my leaving it?
Will I face my end with graceful acceptance
Or will I end up grieving it?

Some say “It’s better to be a live dog,
Than to be a dead lion”
We must not be burdened by the past
’Cos today is all we can rely on

Men built great monuments to God
And they discovered with good reason
But God was discovered to be dead
He bound us together for a season

Now Hawking worries about AI
“It could end the human race”
What value will we then offer each other
In this crowded Godless place?

See how I live mostly half out of life
I impotently observe and plan
Sometimes I observe women full of life
And I offer them my dwindling uses, as their man

It’s the deep midwinter
I’m walking in the snow
In the quiet, I hear the birds
I like their song as I go.
The pale sun tries
To shine on me, here below
I’ve given up asking
Cos I just don’t know

I’m going to paint my house
In all the bright colours I find
I’m ready to have faith in hope
And leave my past behind

I ran in the wind
I could see a faint glow
My hair was wet
I ran as fast as I could go
I’ve knelt in the desert
As many did before
But I’ve given up asking
Cos I just don’t know

I’m going to paint my house
In all the bright colours I find
I’m ready to have faith in hope
And leave my past behind

The sea called to me
It whispered for me to go
I was on the waves
And against the tide I did row
Then I let the oars float
Now I’m going with the flow
And I’ve given up asking
Cos I just don’t know

I’m going to paint my house
In all the bright colours I find
I’m ready to have faith in hope
And leave my past behind

It’s just a fairytale
But you preach “It’s right”
It’s just a fairytale
But you insist “It’s right”
I think on the whole
It’s about power and control
It’s your tool for evil rule and “It’s not right”

We’ve learned from many teachers
Who believed what’s right
And they learned from many teachers
Who believed what’s right
Like them we took the best
And we discarded the rest
Because we need a modern view of what’s right

There are many things still wrong
On the road to what’s right
There are many things still wrong
On the road to what’s right
But as a democratic collective
We can be much more effective
To serve and to do what’s right

I was falling in an empty forest
I was one hand clapping
You came needing to my door
And I awoke to your gentle tapping

Hold someone’s hand and make someone smile
Forget where you are going, if only for a while
Find your purpose, And nurture your gifts
To find your place to serve and exist

Know that your failures are the salt of life
They exist between try and achieve
They shine and polish your gifts
And your direction to believe

Inspired by Victoria Koenig’s poem Fog…northernthoughts

The world’s now betrayed me,
That hope-myth collage
My dreams have escaped me
Like a shimmering mirage.

Now what should I do
When all my world’s false?
When I’ve lost all my ideals
And all that I was taught

I find the purest line
That I can follow true
And I create bright new principles
New dreams and new values

I look for authenticity
And I take emotional risks
I build my own true code
And I create my own true mix

I now reject your past
It’s not effective any more
I now reject your rules
For my own path to explore

I find my own private self
Beyond your old moralities
Beyond your values and beliefs
Built on authentic practicalities

* Inspired by Ernest Hemingway’s – “The Sun Also Rises”.

Ah…the universe doesn’t know
The truth of what’s beauty
The truth of what’s right.
It doesn’t know the future
It awaits our answer
As we compete and fight.

The answer we build together
From competition
From risks and duress.
And of the many who strive
Some will fail
Some will sow progress.

Our birth and death
Show we are links
In a millennial chain.
That we are but stardust…
We’re from the stars
And shall return again.

I ain’t seen you around here lately
It’s been a while since we loved way back then
We both tried and I know that we’ve been hurt greatly
We talked for while until you said when
…I walked away and I thought again

We’re looking for meaning
….Looking for meaning
We’ve asked the moon and we’ve asked the sun
We’re looking for meaning
….Looking for meaning
We’ve searched in the face of everyone

I sat by the ocean and I wanted it to take me
To where mermaids and Leviathan sleep
Beneath the rolling, crashing white waves
Into the quiet and the darkness of the deep,
…there to find the answers that I seek

We’re looking for meaning
….Looking for meaning
As Autumn leaves blow from the trees
We’re looking for meaning
….Looking for meaning
We chase mermaids in the rolling grey seas

The stars were turning and the earth was shifting
While seasons spoke of renewal and rebirth
I found my gift and I felt something lifting
I sowed some seeds & I pulled some weeds from the earth
…And I moved with the turning of the Earth

We’re looking for meaning
….Looking for meaning
I sowed some seeds & I pulled some weeds from the earth
We’re looking for meaning
….Looking for meaning
I moved with the turning of the Earth.

 

I move over shimmering waters,
I see my refection in the deep.
I create what I thought was good,
I sow what I thought I’d reap.
I hear a trumpet sound,
At dawn on a lonely hill.
I see a white bird flying south,
As a lion feeds on its kill.

I see a baby born,
All crying and bloody red.
With his mother’s hair matted,
As she sleeps in her lonely bed.
I dig deep in the earth,
All wet, sticky and black.
I am soaked by the rain,
But I will never turn back.

I see my love measured out,
Into fine, crystal glasses.
All handed out anxiously,
To the next person who passes.
I see my hands rise,
As the rain falls from the sky.
And the mud on my forearms shakes,
With every screaming cry….

I see the sun rise
And fall to the earth again
I see the leaves grow and die
In a forest that still remains
In the evening I await,
The white bird to fly
I’m in need of forgiveness,
And the peace it can buy.

Look in the mirror
And kiss yourself
Take your arms
And hold yourself

You were beautiful then
Behind the tattoos
You were beautiful then
Behind the abuse

You took it to the limit
You did all you could
You felt it too much
Much more than we would

You were not stupid
But not that smart
Maybe for wisdom
This is a large part

And all those smart people
They don’t do much
Good parts in a machine
It seems as such

They wanted a bee
In a beehive mind
But all you are now
Is all you’ve left behind

We must pick our moment
To heave a sigh
We must pick our moment
To say goodbye
Because everything must end
Because everything must end

And everything that starts
Must finish in time
Everything that rises
Must fall in line
Because everything must end
Because everything must end

Once we were confident
We were beautiful then
We had choices to make
We were wanted then
But everything must end
But everything must end