In an otherwise empty building,
One lighted window.
Pot plants, and maybe someone standing
Beyond the curtain.
I can see buildings in the moonlit water,
A lake behind trees,
A tree behind glass,
Glass behind me,
A picture of myself.
My bardic table 
Reflected on itself.
If I see four truths in one picture,
How many could there be?

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Our ignorance makes colour just an illusion

We latch onto black and white for vision

Purifying our naivety, protecting our fears

Whether it be blood, sweat, or tears; no trace can be found

Recognition is the key to unearth beyond our judgemental lines.

We deny ourselves the truth, yet believe in immortality.

 

Observing a bag soar through the wind

Can you feel its freedom?

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Thirteen Minutes From Home

 

I was thirteen minutes from home

On a warm April day

Bumping my way through a crowd

The future a lifetime away

There were cars revving their engines

As they crawled along the street

kids were playing in gardens

And getting under everyone’s feet

 

Just for a second I paused

As I turned into Pandemic Close

As the noise fell away lik...

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I wish I could see the future, 
And then see it plain and clear. 
And hope it is full of love and joy 
And not misery or fear.

I wish I could see the future, 
And hope it is happy and care free. 
Not at all with cruel oppression, 
But with peace and harmony.

I wish I could see the future, 
And hope the world becomes respected, 
But since all these may just be a dreams, 
It may be ha...

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What is the scale of reality?

We all have our own truths

Our own views

How do you quantify actuality?

 

“A fantasy is a vision

It is solely in your vision

It is envisioned by you

A vision is a fantasy”

 

But saints had visions!

Politicians have visions!

Some people have double vision

Anyone that has sight has vision

Whether they have a sixth sense

Or no...

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Those few seconds before the new year

when the countdown begins,

my soul soars with so much hope and joy.

When the ball drops at Times Square,

there is a momentary

return to innocence.

As the confetti flies and music fills the air,

I imagine we are a world at peace...

no worries, no violence, no division,

just a few beautiful seconds of clarity and simplicity

that dis...

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Sleep ordains , the vision, at it's will, Nightly it dictates , my mind obeys. Futile are my efforts to impede, Powerless,  reluctant,  I concede. What meaning does this vision, hold for me  Concealing purpose, images won't tell, Yet comes the night;, Once more the visions spell.  

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