Clock Tower

The clock strikes right,
not left,
what else is there to digest?

A questioned timeline,
doesn't allow you to refine time,
it gives you perception on what may define time.

Give it a moment,
give it a think,
and you'll be giving yourself a life boat before you start to sink.

Your body and mind may fail to correlate,
but remind yourself of the present you must now simulate.

If you don't you'll be stuck,
not in the past,
or the future,
just a state of eternal confusion.

The message indicated...
don't be afraid  if you dont feel vindicated,
only within the self can one truly feel formulated.
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The Man and The Room

There was a man,
there was a room,
one was mad,
the other plagued as a fool.

The room was dark and damp,
enough height to create a stance,
enough room to even break out in to a dance.

The man thought,
dance?
One would look silly,
the idea was absurd,
the idea was a joke, really.

How could I bring myself to such a vulnerable position?
When all those around would truly laugh in sedition...

Keeping and standing,
That’s what I’ll do,
nothing unexpected,
in this darkening room.

A thought creeped across his mind,
as he began to take notice,
of the room all around him,
with its crippling coldness.

The coldness of this room,
is not of the shivering kind,
but of the loneliness that comes,
when there is no one there to meet your eyes.

A yearning came to him,
as if at long last,
he craved people,
and wondered why this room he has been stashed.

This room was a world of self-preservation,
a four walled cage,
which became his deepening inclination.

Now lost in a world,
plagued since youth,
each wall represented a disturbing truth.

One was greed,
holding so close,
everything,
turning himself into a fiend.

The second was to be embarrassed,
not allowing anything spontaneous,
so he taught himself to not be too careless.

The third, was lack of the curious,
without creating any turbulence,
accepting what he was told,
and never questioning the fold.

The last was fear,
never allowing himself to go near.
By no coincidence this is where the door lay,
the escape from this cold, dark place,
the very end from where he stayed in disgrace.

While taking a risk,
he finally made a fist,
and while screaming aloud he said this,
“I will no longer be the fool,
in this self induced madness,
its time to end my never ending sadness!”

With heart on sleeve,
and stomach in throat,
he finally began to tear down these walls
that all his life,
left him suffocated and choked.

The Tree and The Seed


The Seed was a lonely one,
yes, in deed,
he came from high above,
a place where he could no longer see.
He thought long and hard about how he came to be,
with no answer,
not yet to bee seen.

How am I?
The Seed maintained his question,
that I, a wonderful Seed,
have come to be this beautiful manifestation?

He thought longer and harder…
and he began to wonder,
am I a true beauty or just another Seed just like any other?
A revelation struck him at this looming thought,
am I the only Seed? Do I even have a mother?

Lost in the towering grass,
he began his gaze,
amongst the foreshadowing trees,
that have now struck him with there shinny rays.

The rays, he thought,
how could they be?
For they shined from high above,
much higher than the trees.

A pounding voice came to him,
whilst lost in contemplation,
“It’s the sun you see in this magnificent sea of green.”

The lonesome Seed froze,
who could that have been?
There is nothing but I in this field of green.

“Green”,
He repeated,
how did it come,
for I, to know this verse?

“It was I, my young,
the one you have long searched.”
“And I have come with the answer,
to your perplexing questions,
this may be difficult,
so I hope you pay attention”.

“But how…or who I mean?”
The Seed exclaimed,
“That you are here,
Away from once thoughts of just me?”

The Seed, continued being alert,
“Answer me, please!
This curse of loneliness hurts!”

“Now, now my love,
I know it may hurt,”
The Tree went on.
“But look at me and see,
it is I,
The Tree,
dangling amongst all you deem obscene.”

“Take a look.”
The Tree explained,
“That I am not your sister or brother,
I am from here and now, your eternal Mother.

“Now, forgive my absence,
I know it has left you frantic
but listen to my story,
you may find it somewhat fantastic.

“The riddle you’ve found,
of the life you’ve lived,
is the secret answer,
to the life you must continue to give.

“The rays you have previously spoken,
is the conundrum,
now solved.
The sun it is called,
and life, it brings us all.
For without it, I would not exist,
and my branch’s wouldn’t have seen you fall.”

The Seed excited,
“So, the one does not exist without the other,
where is it the sun come from then I wonder!?”

“That is the question I’ve chosen not to ask,”
The Tree explained,
“For without it, I’m without you,
and that would make a life much too crass.

“I’ve learned to accept the Earth as is,
try not to over think as you grow to create your own cover,
because everything will make sense as long as we have each other.”