Sunday, June 23, 2013

It's a strange place

In my head

In my head the Awen flows
With waves of glowing shapes and sounds
Painting pictures of what might be
And demanding a homage of poetry.
In my mind a Muse sings sweet
With gentle voice and subtle notes
A wind in the forest of my soul driving me
Bringing words to birth in song.
In my depth the Land cries forth
Solid and strong, never yielding or rushing
Building under pressure from all ages
To an explosion of living art.
In my soul a Light glows bright
A fire of inspiration to wake the dead and change the living
Consuming all that stands before it
Burning the veil between the worlds.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Again and again.


Modern Times


We are greedy
We are lustful
We are selfish
We are hateful
We are warlike
We are egoistic
Surely society is collapsing

We are ignorant
We are amoral
Our children rebel
We are depriaved
We are unjust
New art is trash
Surely society is collapsing

We are oppressed
We are abused
We are imprisoned
We are ignored
We are in debt
We are alone
Surely society is collapsing

These troubles come
These troubles go
In every age
In every land
Just like the tide.
Society is not collapsing
We're simply human.

We are giving
We are pure
we sacrifice
We are loving
we are peacefull
we are humble
Surely society can soar

We are wise
We are pious
Our children brave new paths
We are natural
We are just
We make great art
Surely society can thrive

We are free
We are whole
We are unchained
We are important
We are rich
We are together.
Surely humanity will survive.