Wednesday, 4 November 2009

The course

Confusion abounds
As to what to do now,
Turn and discover
Or stick and allow,
That other order to direct the course
To resist the urge
To butt in, to intercept

Tuesday, 3 November 2009

The balance

At the time I just couldn't tell
Whether it was cause or accident,
That had cast such a spell.

But it lingered there,
Like a doubt on a string
Constantly at odds
Yet certain to bring...

Some more questions to the argument
Some more thought to my day,
Just a glimpse of reflection
Yet such disarray.

Sunday, 1 November 2009

The black

What to do when the world turns black
When there is nothing to welcome,
But only to attack.
When the one crusade
Is no longer enough,
To keep us from the cave
The stillness and the dust.