Money & Freedom

Money: Wanted by many And attainable for all Yet never enough Freedom: Forever Renewing Eternal Enticing Desires Of Men

Extra-Ordinary

Extra-Ordinary Celebrate the ordinary A meadow not a maze Seize the day For the simpler moments endure A childhood swing hits deeper Than the greatest rollercoaster could. The buzz of life, suffice, suffice! I’m spinning out of control Living by the weekend Becomes by the day No time to take stock The child in me wants to step off the roundabout And get back on the swing

Rolling

Rolling

Rolling onwards out of control

Exhausted with existence               

The great “I am”

Turning into “I wasn’t”

Memories and hopes

Merge into one

And leave an emptiness

I am lost on a path of endless roads

The never ending twists and turns

Things get better, so they say

If only I could find a way

Motivation

Motivation

It is hard to get the motivation

Though full of great intention and good will

Our resolve eroded by temptation

The hourglass of time just will not stand still

Alternatives eating away at us
The lure of taking the easy way out

Run ten kilometers or get the bus

Taking the easy option fuels self-doubt

Less is more - the habitual problem

The easy addiction of apathy

Trying to elevate from the bottom

Going through every day absently

Wanting to achieve our aspirations

We must work on our foundations

Submission proof

Free The Boys

Free The Boys 

Broken to the core

I feel like I don’t belong

Bring me back my boys

Treasure Island

Found Poem

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

Pages: 1, 4, 6, 8, 10, 11, 30, 36, 43, 46, 74

The sun in the west

Was a drop of burning gold

That slide nearer

And nearer

The shore was fledged with palm trees

Reclined against the light

Their green feathers were a hundred feet up in the air

A mile away

The white surf linked the dark open sea

Blue of the sky dimmed with mist

Raindrops fell pattering, rippling the surface of the water

Yet, the lagoon was still as a mountain lake

The water hissed as the rain grazed the steamy earth

Casting visions of red and yellow

A gold light danced upon shimmering water

Little breezes crept across the sand

A single blue flower quivered

The bushes were dark evergreen

Many buds and aromatic

Wax green, folded up against the light

Through the looped fantasy of forest creepers

And over heaps of sharp stone

The silence was so complete

The sill of the world

All at once they were aware

Of the evening as the end

Of light and warmth