Nature

Often I heard about the
Stars in the sky at full moon
Staring down at me and you and them
Almost as talking to us
Have I had a moment and gazed
I would have known the
Beauty of it, as the poets praised
With a melody of sound
Of the chirping birds around
The trees beneath my balcony
A splendid thousands prayers
A replica of heavenly beauty
Into the water beneath
A scene thousands of years survived
A thousands more to repeat
It's brighter now and was brighter then
When I had no choice to stare
Years and years I could wait to see
The beautiful sky in front of me
I could lay down here till I breathe my last
I admire when it's present
I want to do it when I'm past

Time

A quill it was,

some hundreds of years ago

That wrote the magic words

A pen its now, they say it has grown

Stronger that the swords

The levitation, it was dream

Not any one could try

Now it's, just relax, put your seat belts on

You are about to fly

The eyes they saw was all the land

Million of miles and miles

Touch a button, opens the window

Hundreds of feet's of glasses and tiles

You look in his eyes you look at her

Love is all you see

Love is replaced by some thing called money

Eyes are filled with hatred and greed

Land of the dead

Somewhere
Hundreds and thousands years ago
A forbidden land prevailed
Of what I heard in past
The bloodily vapours they inhaled
A ritual as I read they had
For years and years they performed
Immortal had the upper hand, all the mortal they raised
Mortals turned to immortal being, immortal they praised
A skull was their cup of choice
And the human blood their drink
Of I heard what people said
There existed a rule then
Corpses killed the living soul
In the land of dead

A Vengeance

The shade of the weathercock
Points to the graveyard,
An abandoned tombstone waits
For the day immorality
Returns to the world of the purest
As they name it
They will come back with
A Vengeance
A thousand years of digging
Not the earth but the time
The home a fathom below
Now the time have come
They say
The souls are here at last
No mercy they will show
A point to be made
War is the only way
Blood the only ink

A Vengeance

The shade of the weathercock
Points to the graveyard,
An abandoned tombstone waits
For the day immorality
Returns to the world of the purest
As they name it
They will come back with
A Vengeance
A thousand years of digging
Not the earth but the time
The home a fathom below
Now the time have come
They say
The souls are here at last
No mercy they will show
A point to be made
War is the only way
Blood the only ink

A Title

A Sunday morning in a lonely chair by the beach
I wish I had a pen to write or a stick to move the sand
I did a lot of thinking in a very short time
I had the feelings I had the words, they nearly did rhyme
I wrote something about the beautiful heaven
That stare me from so far away
I wrote about the feelings that I had
This morning when I left
I wrote about the beauty that the nature is
And the peace that place this is
I smiled to myself and read it once
But something I had missed
I had done it all wrote a poem
At last to describe the beauty the nature is
A title was left

Never Enough

A game
I thought I was playing
A simple word
I thought I was saying
My mind
I thought had the answer
The life
Is a mystrey of somekind
The reason
Arent the hardest thing to find
Feelings
That I cant feel
I search
The more and more
I find the more and more
Its not that easy not so tough
Its never less its never enough