Reality Driven

Follow says the wise,

Be educated and concise.

Know and tell,

To learn and share.

Expression of privy.

Follow says the leader,

For wisdom is but pestilence,

Transferrable.

Not logical nor emotional.

Blind.

Follow says the poor,

Take example and opportunity.

One must be grateful,

Not greedy and ambitious.

Follow says the indescribably unique,

You are the well of all knowledge.

Guise.

Construction 

What are these constructs which surround?
They stand and cast one meager shadow,
No refuge for the busy heart,
Or mind.
Am I due to face the consequences,
Of which my mind has overpopulated
Night does not fall within these walls.
How tall?
This cannot be a single thought.
If I am to feel a part
But in which way may this surface,
For the sword cannot win the hearts of the blind,
Simply the mind.
Why must these constructs fall,
If we are to see the world.
These walls,
Simply familiar,
A comfort against the wind.
But still they fall.
For the journey is all the sweeter,
As one.

Guise.

Pressure 

A moment and a glance or two,

In which way may it be true?

If nature simply specifies,

accordingly,

To recognise and justify.

Decisions and commitments,

Raging intuition,

If nothing more.

Know your path,

Prepare for detours,

Act with sense.

One must measure

The enormity of the journey

If one expects,

One assumes,

And one learns.

While the path,

Relentless,

Consumes.

Take control and grow. 


Guise. 

Nights for Knights

Shine.
Your armor glows,
For fear of failing light.
When nights draw cold,
And growth sprouts fear,
May they know
They stand
As one.
For brotherhood stands the test of time.
Like each bright light floats in the sky,
The guarantee that each may fly.
Eternal strength they draw from near,
Stand tall young brothers and grow,
The strongest oak must face the wind,
And rain.
Know for one these are true,
My words,
My need for each of you.

Guise.

City Street

You lay beneath the feet of man,

The condescending  hierarchy.

Imposed as though inadequacy.

To be so boldly vilified, 

And publicised, 

In view of many stoney eyes.

Know not what brought you to this point,

There is no room for simple thought, 

And so I stand and condescend, 

I have no choice my Stoney friend. 

Visions seen before my time,

Too great for one within the hour.

I am but man. 


Guise. 

Day Dreaming

Gazing out upon a setting summer sky, 

Shades of gold uncherished by the human eye;

Streaking clouds in lines, 

Washed upon the abyss like the sea’s shore. 


A fascination from early teens,

An inspiration,

A creative means;

I’ve lived a life gazing upon heavens floor. 

Memories shared with those dear,

Imagining life in pillows imperfect. 

A face, a shape, a song and story,

Meaning undefined, in simple glory. 


Even though the shades of gold, the pillows billowing and stories untold;

Despite the fact that science holds,

A meaning for this sight is known,

The clouds and sky remain in mind,

A sight and song, dearly I hold. 

False

This life, it gives and takes,

Indiscriminately, 

And often we as people follow suit.


We fight and claw,

For what we want, 

And pray the heavens in our favour, 

Cursing that they may not favour others. 


We are sick, in our consumption, 

And our resolute defiance,

Of odds and ends,

But are so in natural selection. 


No matter our intentions, 

Our objective is a selfish one,

For glory, wealth, or recognition, 

There is no purity of any actions. 


“But we have a pure heart”, or,

“that wasn’t out intent”. 

We tell ourselves these lies, and feed our righteousness. 

But if these were so true, 

And we were pure and generous,

Why then do we give and take,

Just so indiscriminately