The Yearning.

A day passes

It becomes the past

What happens then?

Can be forgotten or hidden

A moment is all it takes

Not to be late

For what it is

Becomes what it was

The Untold Story.

The unfold of the fold

Is the story untold?

The words of the people

Leaves a ripple.

For the hay on the way

Makes it not a place to stay.

Oh Soldier!

Fiercely arrogant
For he has seen
what lies in the dark
As a splash of red
Becomes his light.

The Revolver.

The revolver

It points at no one

Yet, it points at all

A dare to pull

Leads to a blood pool

For none is guilty

Yet, all are guilty.

The Struggle.

Let the light shine

Let it shine

The dark hours has prolonged

Now men grumble

None can see where they’re going

On each other toes, they step

Screams can be heard

As many bleed           

Yet, the injured can’t be treated

For the light hours is delayed.

The Toad on the Road Fuss.

It is a risk,

that needs a trick

or more

for a turn.

A leap forward

several steps backward

How?

Too long a question

Then, the screech of tires

forces more leap forward.

My Wishful Wist.

Oh dear beauty!

The one that gives rhythm

to my heart beat.

The regulator of my body’s temperature.

The one that brightens my skin colour.

The fire that burns within me.

My wistful wish.

The Day Wait.

The day will come
Not one second too early
Not one second too late
It will be right on time.
Perfect becomes the word.
It will wipe away the pain of yesterday
and the worries of today.

Leeway!

The climb up

On a quest

To reach the crest

To get over distress

For far is the walk

From yesterday

To today.

 

The Day!

When the rain drizzles get frizzled

The wind looses direction

Man lives without a course

The mammals will rather lay eggs