Day: August 20, 2019

The silent visions of the deepest nights

The secrets of  the numbers  are in sight
Patience and perception bring us near
The silent visions of the dreamsweet nights

Is there yet  a growing sense of light
As we tiptoe through the maze in doubt and fear?
The secrets of  the numbers  are in sight

Yet overthinking , blindness,  causes blight
The rose  corrupted  worms into  ideas
The silent visions of the deepest nights

The panic fear, the  sudden stormy  flight
As into  blackest woods the driver steers
The secrets of  the numbers  are  alright

Missed out again,  shall we   make change or fight?
The  guides unnumbered, different ways will veer
The  awkward visions of the dreaming night

Give up your self,oh,care no more what’s here
In the depths his mighty words are spears
The secrets of  the numbers   have no site
Nor silent visions  in  the haunted  night.

 

Unelected Minister, Prime liar.

Some thinner branches  tremble with desire
Reaching out beyond  the shrub’s wide shape
The sun has drawn them up with its great fire

Yet, without  learning,  there is no Messiah.
No support exists,  they sulk and drape
The thinner branches  trembling with desire

To greatness  and  to height  they  had aspired
Now will they turn  out sullen as they mope?
The sun has drawn them up with its great fire

Like the politicians who conspire
The European  failure stole our hopes
Though  little Hitlers  tremble with desire

Unelected Minister, Prime  liar.
Will he  ever cross the   final tape?
The sun has drawn Men up with its great fire.

As the West evolved through  crime and rape
We were thought Enlightened  in our scope
We  loved the Inquisition,  loved the fires
The  gods have punished  us  and never tire.