Rohan’s land

When rohan does not want to cry
Why does the world force him dry?
When he holds the lantern inside out
People trample way out loud.

Rohan whispers rohan cries
Today not tomorrow
Nor the mature dies

Rohan is happy, rohan is sad
Rohan is weepy, Rohan is glad.

There was no yesterday
There was no today
There was no tomorrow
In Rohan’s land.

The victor has come

For every time the hand was held
For every second the hand was left
It has been a memory of days gone by
And day’s yet to come.
A prophesy from infant mouths.

The twirl of the finger into the hollow tree
The whisper of whiskers of a cats meow
The broken cup from a human hand
The sigh of a donkey’s back.

Wave the green flag, wave it high
There among the clouds he has sung
The music revels, the music pounds
Among the shelter of angelic crowns
Sigh of holiness. Signs of joy
A gladness resounding, within a world of rejoice

There among people long gone past
And among nations wiped clean of lands
The knots of strings of lyres and hands
Have formed the future and the midlands

Arise oh nation, arise oh child
The battle is over
The victor has come.

the cord

Am drawn to butterflies,gums and even Vcr's.
Their oddness makes my life more realistic
And me more life-like.
A thin cord connected me at birth
And now like others I walk on a tight cord
To entertain the world, women and money.

We keep looking for the cord that kept us alive
When we knew nothing.

memories

Somethings get washed from our memory while some remain stained. In the end ourlife becomes a bedspread lying idle from all that was poured into it with purpose.