Lost little lady

A shadow surrounds her mind
Savannah free -
A vast nothingness - is what they see
They are not of her kind

Lost little lady - what do you see?
Intricate, Inter-linked, - Interrupted
Lost little lady -what do you see?
Hunger, Greed, -Consuming

Little lady - what will you lose?
Identity.
Little lady - what will they lose?
Humanity.

A shadow surrounds her mind
Born free - bred to be
Lies surround her - who is she?
What will she find?

Venture to the brave new world
Lost little lady, find your corner
and if you could -
Gather your dragons - gather your kind

Paradox of Man

Progress will be his destruction
Paradise will be his ruination

Seers whispered warnings
The wise screamed caution

Yet he stumbles forward ever more
Seeking glory beneath the earth

He forgot to seek the stars above
For they have lessons to teach

Shine and twinkle as they may
One day - they will be naught

But a streak of burning flame
Eternity frozen in time

And to contemplate some rhyme
think of E. E Cummings and his work:

"Pity this busy monster, manukind,
not. Progress is a comfortable disease"

Shadow of man

Standing beneath the shadow of the man, even here he begins to step. 
Those most sacred of places, defiled by his ugly vision.
He brings nothing but destruction, despair and division.
Here once where where we freely roamed - now; monitored and regularised.
Standardised and sterilised. 
A sadness creeps and overwhelms as the shadow casts
With his eyes so far ahead following his pointed finger.
He forgets to seek the ground upon which he walks
It is a forecast of change, a forecast of destruction
As the shadow walks, repeating the vision of those before him
Repeating the mistakes, as yet again he refuses to hear the people 
As his feet crush and shadow stretches, the crevices are filled with sorrow
And no one dares strike a match for fear his shadow snuff the light

Return of Rupununi Rain

The air stills, the sound of silence is deafening -
My heart fills, the sound of blood pumping. 
Raindrops scatter and damper red dust -
Brilliant green against black soil.  
The dream of life returns -
We have learnt to ignore the sign,
Content to focus on creations of our kind.  

The air stills, the sound of silence is deafening-
My heart fills, the sound of blood pumping
Black and grey - now the colour of promise
A dream of the heart's home - days in August
The dream of life returns -
A child's hope - feelings of freedom
For those born in May's Eden

The air still, the sound of silence is deafening -
My heart fills, the sound of blood pumping
Kanuku capped with foggy, misty love -
Making visions crisp and bright
Bringing the Rupununi to its might
The air stills, the sound of life is encompassing
For those who care to listen - sound of life is freeing

Whole Soul

Say what you will and do what you must

But what will you have when everything is dust

A house filled with things and no life

Memories full of petty strife

Afraid of your own soul -

Because you will never be whole

So you tear at our flesh, to pull us down

You stand there with that silly frown

But the more you say, the more I see

That unlike you, we are truly free

We have souls that stand as one

So brush it off, we have already won

Painted Pretensions

She sits upon her tainted throne

Blood coloured painted lips

Face the colour of ivory bone

Nails, brilliant-sharpened tips

She sits upon her tainted throne

Lips curled in delighted scorn

Aghast at natural home grown

She looks like a rose but is a thorn

She sits upon her lonely throne

Connected with masses in spite

Pretty, painted, hard hearted crone

Her bark far worse than her bite

She sits upon her broken throne

Desperate in her slow demise

Alas her true colours shown

Slowly buried in her lies

Rupununi Multiplicty

These lives we live –

These lives we love

Lived in frozen moments

Lived in blazing infinity

Irrational - rational reality

These lives we live-

These lives we love

Simple and complex

A state of surreality

A land of harsh reality

These lives we live-

These lives we love

Lived in multiplicity

One moment leads forever

Dimensions and true endeavor

These lives we live-

These lives we love

Shrouded in myths

Dichotomous – Multiple

Lived a thousand times -vulnerable

These lives we live-

These lives we love

Space shared in time

A land of multiplicity

These lives we live – lived again in authenticity