For it would be to defend a lie

For it would be to defend a lie

For life not to have to sit and cry

To see the living truth end and die.

~

Between the realms of Venus and Mars

Below the heavens of endless stars.

~

Now the amber's of our dieing race

Are in the eyes of a friendly face.

~

But the last word has not been spoken

The eternal cord is not broken

The Saxon sword was no token.

The race has run, there is joy in the setting sun.

The race has run

There is joy in the setting sun

When all is done

And a new day is yet to come.

Now fading light

Leads to the peace of sleeping night

Will be just right

Before the dawn of a new sight

When birds will sing

And the Sunday Church bells will ring,

Papers will bring

News of such great worldly things

But the race has run

And I have not won.

In the shadow of Picasso

Now beauty lies

With tears in her eyes

In the cold shadow of

A Picasso of love

And Classical art

Is all in the dark,

But I can't let go

Of beauty I know

And paint on instead

Her beautiful head

Sitting on a beach

Looking like a peach.

In sunshine or gale

She won't even sell

It's a crying shame

She's left in the rain

And with a sad sigh

I say goodbye!

Is there a never-ending book

Is there a never-ending book

And all you have to do is look

The more you look the more you see

The more that will come to be

But those that look down to explain

And chose a sad frown and their brain

Will become their own architect

Never seeing what they expect

As they measure and refine

The continuum of time

They take all the information

And underestimate creation

They do not understand their fate

That they themselves create

Those fools that look and look

But only see what they have took.

To try and understand the poverty of Man

To try and understand

The poverty of Man

I had to only look twice

At the Birds of Paradise

Through suffering and strife

They found beauty in life

Through hope of salvation

We found mass starvation

They live on every breath

As we fight to the death

Through stupidity and fear

We built a living tear

They found diversity

Out of adversity

A beautiful solution

Formed out of evolution

We bind humanity

Through blind equality

And build a golden hearse,

They build Heaven on Earth

For they evolve with nature

We revolve in pleasure

As we try to kick a ball

They will fly above us all.

Pencil drawing of little children in Africa.

Is the epitome of joy?

Is the epitome of joy?

The love between dog and boy

In days long gone of endless sun

When dog and boy would run as one.

But is there more than we can see?

In such beauty of love to be

For was there an invisible paw?

That for ten thousand years or more!

Has been fed by the hand of man

And led to something greater than

The wolf that stood upon the land,

For did it help to shape the lamb

Out of love and a little joy

And make the man and little boy.

What would Socrates have said?

What would Socrates have said
If he could look inside are heads
To look upon the human mind
That creates the world we find

To see the ruins of Greece
Through the tears of unbelief
To see what we have done
To this land under the Sun

To see us on the cosmic shore
And not venture out to explore
But just look with such contempt
At such natural beauties sent

To destroy this sacred Earth
That gave us life through birth
To declare war on nature's law
By far the greatest sin of all

For when we split the atom
No one really knows what happens
Do we kill life that's never been?
Maybe universes unseen

To pull down the wise and true
To build upon a lie, the new
Not to recognize the innate
Until it was far to late

To destroy the living flame
And disappear from where we came
Dissolving into fear and pain
Never to be seen again.

The early riser

The early riser

Will be the wiser

And the early bird

Will be the one heard

The cleverest one

Will start very young

For with peace of mind

You will always find

The beauty of art

That comes from the heart

In paint or charcoal

New or classical

To do what you love

See the beauty of

Starting with the new

Be forever true

As each moment comes

Just reach for the sun

And life will unfold

Like light upon gold

Don't be sad with loss

Or mad with your boss

To be save in wealth

Is not faith and health

Money will not feed

Those that are in need.

But what can we do?

If I only knew

How to take the strong

And then build upon

All the souls that weep

Those that cannot reap.

But will wisdom find

Something for mankind

For the one and all

Those that only fall

Like leaves from a tree

We are one you see

For creation rose

Upon your nose.

There was a time the Dodo flew

There was a time the Dodo flew
Upon the sky's of golden blue
Until he found an island true
That no one else had ever knew

But then he sat upon the ground
And found no harm would come around
Then evolution stole his wings
So he just sat and tried to sing

He grew fat and fearlessly bold
For a bird with feathers of gold
Now the Dodos, gone forever
No more golden songs or feathers

Could such a thing happen to us?
Just disappear through fear and lust
Will we become pygmies again?
If we never stand up as men.

Like the light of a waning Moon

Like the light of a waning Moon

And the luck of a silver spoon

Like the heat of a summer noon

Or even the flowering blooms

Like emotions of joy and gloom

Or sorrow of a dead man's tomb

That's never seen a woman's broom

The peace and silence of a room

Like love is gone far to soon.

Is birth and death the same?

Is birth and death the same?

For life on Earth that came

The only difference seen

Is what life creates between

And all creation spirals round

Created by a smile or a frown

That always leaves behind more

Than all the dreams that went before,

For we will see each other soon

In the light of a crest ant Moon

With nothing to lose or gain

But love to rearrange.