The Great Man

He is on his way

Upon this very day

They say, "he tried to do good"

But he should have worked in wood

Not try and defend the light

By death in the darkness of night

Fighting a war we cannot win

And all divided from within

For war and death will bring

No little birds to sing.

A kingdom of the poor

Where wisdom is no more

The self is all that counts

And wealth is an account

And only life is cheap

For death and crime we reap

Now people cry alone

In their own little homes

Divided from the fold

That was worth more than gold

He took out of our hands

This Anglo-Saxon land

And gave us so much more

This never-ending war

And the house may stand and cheer

For that great man standing there

But there, for every one to see

The politics of poverty.

And as for his legacy

It is the march of anarchy

Because he lost sight of truth and lied

We will fight until the day we die.

All the glory and all the fame

Of all those wars within his reign

Are now like whores full of shame

For how they curse the fool that came.

So many faces of the dead

Like little children gone to bed

So many things loved ones never said

All because of the lies we were fed

And now the great man as gone

Leaving behind a sad song

But will Liberty survive?

The liberals that divide.

All of ninety years has come and past

All of ninety years has come and past

Since I was laid beneath the grass

In that Great War that came to pass

But for me time has not run so fast

Because I can still see the faces

Of young lads with faith and graces

Of all those different races

From so many different places

That came to die among the living dead

Things that in ink and pen cannot be read

For Mother Nature brought the poppies red

In defiance of what cannot be said

Both glorious and forever sad

Like something from the Iliad

Lost forever in the dieing lad

In a world where the dead were glad

For in youth it's not easy to be bold

And fight and die among the fold

And truth was a story to be told

By those so powerful and so cold

They used the fear of shame

To try and stain the name

Of those that went insane

That could not stand the pain

That died by their country men's own hand

To have no place in a foreign land

To hear no glorious marching band

To be known as those that broke and ran

For ninety years the pain of shame

Has been laid down by their name

And by those who carry the same

Has those who came and fort in vain

But what would Athena have to say

If she could look down upon this day

Through immortal eyes of bluey gray

To see us forgive those that broke away

And forget those that held the foe at bay

For all those living souls we did betray

In the twilight of so many a day

And in their children, the men of today.

Reality in Blue

Just a casual glance

In a moment of dance

Through eyes that are so round

They are to living sight

What music is to sound

And beauty is to light.

With each angelic step

The sun will rise and set

Upon a childlike spin

Creation will begin

All beauty and all fate

She does, her self create

Just like the deep blue sea

She is forever free

Part of immortal dance

That is eternal chance.

The dawn of a new day

The dawn of a new day

In shades of blue and gray

So quickly fades away

But love will always stay

If you will live and pray

And live by what you say.

Could thee atoms expand?

Could thee atoms expand?
In the eye and the hand

And we not understand

That it all multiplies
The beauties of the sky

Multiplies and divides

The Cosmos far and wide

Makes the opposite force

Of gravity of course

And the friction between

Creates the electron screen

Around all thee atoms

As creation happens.

Could creation vibrate?

Radiate and create

All the stars of the skies

And the scars and the sighs

Could dimensions unfold?

Within the smallest globe

Within a child's dreams

Or Man's great machines

And space time spiral round

Both a smile and a frown

Could prime numbers create?

False time and random fate

No big bang to erect

Just the Brownian effect

Happening here and now

Expanding who knows how

Just like a rolling ball

Momentum is in all

Making motion of time

Out of words of a rhyme

Infinity is there

Within the smallest sphere

All creation does stand

In the palm of your hand.

Is there a place where Angels play?

Is there a place where Angels play?

Beyond the realms of night and day

Where mortal souls don't fade away

Into the shade of sad decay.

Where upon wings of snowy white

They can play to their hearts delight

Far away from cold autumn night

Out of the reach of mortal sight

Where just a casual kiss

Becomes universal bliss

Beyond the shroud of mortal woe

Where love and peace eternal flow

Like ripples on a sunlit lake

Catching the light for beauties sake

For each little wave does break

Upon the shores of life to make

For on the faith of Angels wings

All mortal dreams live and sing

Far beyond the wealth of kings

Are these funny little things.

Did birds sing to the sky?

Did birds sing to the sky?

Before they had wings to fly

Was it the idea to try?

That made them fly so high.

Did Neanderthals pray?

Before we found words to say

Evolution led the way

With faith and dreams of the day

The creatures that we find

Are created throughout time

By their creative minds

Just like the words of a rhyme

For would Christ have come to teach and cry?

If life had never reached so high

For would we have morals and love

If not for the sorrows of a dove.