Family and Friends

Slowly it grows on me,

An ominous heart-break,

Threatening to perish

All that won’t change.

Gone are the days of surety,

Knowing who abides and waits

Politics and misunderstanding,

An unbridgeable abyss create.

Question not how,

But when, whom and why?

Egos, systems, indulgence,

Half-knowledge and sundries.

At times I wish to teleport

Revert to a past unspoilt,

Perhaps lift the clouds of dust,

And this day wouldn’t come to pass.

Such is my world today,

Mere fragments of a whole.

On this I shall build

And yet hope for more.

The devil's workshop!

Hours emptied of emotion,
Devoid of object of affections,
No work ethic to adhere.
A free floating existence
Better appreciated
When somewhat chained.
Not to poles or walls
But to rules, yes, just rules.
A few to broken
And some to amend.
Order sets me free,
A head filled with processes,
A mind juggling tasks,
Is my idea of heaven.
A little routine to exploit,
A race against yourself!
Creating time when you
Supposed you couldn't allow it!
Enriching thoughts
Set off brainwaves
Sparking ideas by the grand.
Envisage an hour off
From this over-worked scene
Now that would be bliss!
Something worthy to share.

Expectant circles

How do I tell of that time
When expectations weren't prime?
We tumbled into the hay (that)
They were making in the sunshine

Sweet rolling fun, undeterred
Looking,  yet not accepting,
That a future may lie ahead,
Ahead of this free-rolling mess.

Hay is now thresh,
Gripping and forgotten,
Rustling quietly beneath
Traveling,  growing feet.

Out with old,  in with new,
A fresh brew flows through,
Flooding halls and doorways,
Reuniting thresh with hay.