Father Tell Me

Father, tell me once more
The story of your trees,
How in the wind they swayed and played
Till felled by axe of greed.

Father, I love to hear you speak
Of fishes in the sea,
They swam and bred in ocean beds
Till you killed them with grease.

Father, will you speak again
Of fresh and clean air?
Breathing was a pleasure then
Yet that freshness you didn't spare.

Father, were there sounds then?
What does deafening mean?
My ears are almost dead, you know,
I hear a squeak when you scream.

Father, when winter came around
In your youth,
You saw snow, what was it like?
With it you made hills and mounds?

We wear masks to help us breathe,
Suits to keep us safe,
Our eyes are covered dawn to dusk
Lest they go blind in the haze.

All we eat is grown indoors,
In our pristine labs,
Your outdoor farms cannot compare,
They were infested with rats.

We've advanced, we've progressed
We are now civilized,
In your youth you had your plains,
In ours, we've concrete wilds.

My Heaven, My Hell

A touch, a kiss, a moment of bliss,
My Heaven I create, a castle of sand;
A swelling wave,a billowing wind,
Defenceless, my castle stands;
In terror, in dark, I cry, I hark,
My Hell I live, a burning land;
Outward for help, inward for strength,
Weal or woe, Fate's in my hand:
When Fear's in heart, it grips, I start,
Evils, and Ghosts, and Ogres,
My world and Thine, so long entwined,
My Heaven, My Hell, both smothered.

Who broke my wings

I lie on earth,
My broken wings, useless,
Refusing to obey my commands;
The endless blue above
Sings to my parched soul,
Lays of eternal freedom,
A promise of Honeyed Lands
Flowing with milk:
Alas! Alas! I cannot fly, I cannot fly!
"Who broke my wings?" I cry.

My Hues

My hues hide in white clouds,
Sailing on yon heaven's breasts:
My hues fly in gentle winds,
Mutely whispering their unrest:
My hues lie in oceans deep,
Rare their treasures, unseen, unsung,
My hues smile in desert blooms,
Far from living worlds hung.

The New War

Again.again, that dreaded flare,
Humanity maimed, a nation mauled,
Will confusion rule hearts?
Minds beseiged, a prisoner of own thoughts
Of doubts, of fears, of bitter anger,
Green turfs torn apart
To expose ruddy underbelly of life;
Seeds of hatred sown unseen
In minds of turmoil,
To sprout plants of mayhem!

Flying High

I am up and away, into the sky,
The deep blue beyond fills my eyes,
My patch work quilt I have left behind,
The rain is below making me blind;
Fly! Oh fly! My soul, ever so high,
An Eagle swirling o'er head, no land neigh:
Like a Monarch reign in my open space,
Sunshine is my kingdom, leaves no place
For shadows that hide, for the peircing pain,
My domain is joy, my heaven's gained;
Fly! Oh fly! my soul, ever so high,
No sun can melt my soul, this is my sky.

You'll Live Again

When love is gone, and you feel alone,
Close down your heart, uproot your pain,
And then, you'll live again;

When it's growing dark, and lights don't shine,
Shut mind's blinds, to soul sustain,
And then, you'll live again;

When storms assault, and shelter's far,
Draw close your strength, build on your bane,
And then, you'll live again,
You'll live once again.