Here comes the Mothership

You can’t go to the beach
Without bringing your laptop
And cellular phone

Here it comes

You shun what’s not like you
In a state of rage
Down to the bone

Here it comes!

You can’t and won’t
Understand it
So you destroy it
With your off hand comments
And with your cheap synthetic smiles
You turn it to stone

HERE IT COMES!!

Out of the sky
Comes all that’s pure and wild
It’s coming now
And it’s angry you messed with its child

HERE COMES THE MOTHERSHIP!!!

It’s too late for empty apologies
It’s time you put things right
Do it now, do it quick
Or there’ll be one hell of a fight

And if my warning goes unheeded
As many have before
Don’t come crying to me
When the monster breaks down your door

When the Mothership comes
It’s going to take back what you stole
It’s going to clean up the place
And each and every soul

Don’t be frightened
If you’ve done nothing wrong
As for those I’m addressing
Your time has come
There’s no escape
When the Mothership comes!

Drama and climax

What is, lives and dies
What dreams, may yet become
What am I but both these things?
Do I follow a straight path
To ripen then decay?
Does age mean deterioration or refinement?
Dreaming may lead me to my ends
But at the end
Will this drama and climax
Sink into oblivion?
Believing that one's actions
Will be remembered in a millenia
May well be foolish
But more foolish is forgetting
That to act takes precedence to memory
The moment takes precedence to reflection

Spring

Rising out of the soil
Like a bulb in spring
I have lived through my winter
That I can laugh in sweet agony
Is an account of my strong roots
And hearty stem
Not yet in full bloom
But far from my humble
And precarious beginnings
I too will have my time
And pass on the seeds of my memory
And the things I've been taught

The Last Bus

The last bus takes me home
And finds me melancholy
Python-like vines from within
Rise up to pull me down
I opened the door
Ignorant to the not-so-distant future
To covet or not to covet
It is not even a question
Green is the colour
And it deals half the damage
Unrequited desires
An old friend returned to greet me
The cosmos might not have meant for me to love
Just to sit and watch others
Knowing that my turn will never come
Like the drinking games I cannot play

Mystery

I look at my past
As if it were a sunken ship
Full of antiquities and treasures
Remembering a time
When mysteries were still unexplained
Mysteries that were like dancing colours in my mind
Adolescent mood shifts
And a mind uncontrolled
Gave me so much to put on paper
My old prison gave me so much freedom
I'm not that much older
But perhaps more mature
As such I fear the mysteries
Are no longer what they once were
Magical and inspiring
But when I think of the unfolding horizon
The past can hold no mystery in comparison

The Wise Hermit

An old hermit sits under a tree
And when school is over, he talks to me

"If you want wisdom, you must see many springs
If you want a kingdom, you must possess many things"

"But beware want and posession,"
He cautioned with a glint in his eye
"Desire leads to suffering
And greed is never satisfied"

"Of the future we know nothing save that we will die
And true love is never-ending unless you cheat and lie"

"Fill yourself with compassion, patience, and mirth
Learn to let go and you will be free from the pains of rebirth"

The wise old hermit passed away.
But his teachings resound within me to this day