Mirage

Infinite possibilities
Of childhood and youth
Create castles.
Archtectured fun.
Where are they?

Vanished without a trace
In a moment that eludes memory.

Furrowing to release
The silver flashes
From the suffocating heap
Of restrictions and pain.
Where are they?

Vanished without a trace
In a moment that eludes memory.

Wallowing in the mire
Clinging to sanity
And dignity – or trying to
The lurking suspicions
Grow into tangible shapes.

Why this torture
Of vanishing dreams?

Atlassa

They keep apart
Heaven and earth
Twixt twenty five
And fifty five

Neither young
Neither old
Neither man
None to care

Gritting and baring
Frustrated teeth
Blamed and exploited
Poor milch cow

She’ll never shrug
Fearing the chaos
The tortured blades.
They couldn’t care less.

Did Rand get the sex wrong?

Deshamsham / 10%

Good people all
They buy up land
‘Cos land is gold
And gold is all

Good people all
They buy up land
Here on earth
And there in heaven

Just ten percent
Of life’s earnings
Will fetch you land
In the world to come

That ten percent
That magic po(r)tion
Alchemises
Ill-gotten wealth

Hungry mouths
Naked penury
Made worthwhile
By deposit eternal

Meanwhile

Jesus Christ
Lord of love
Turns and turns
In his grave