A voice thousands of miles away

I sit and dream my dreamsin words unspoken.I sit and ponder the faces of lifein the nightmares of reality,the programmes that hold us spellboundas they appear on our TV screenswhile all the world screams out with fright.I dream my dreams in privateas their images dance inside my head,the beauty and the wonderupon each life befalls.The…

waits for each tomorrowas the day of redemption.I walk in long shadowsof past procurements follywithin the barsof my own making.Across the barrenand deserted wastelandof empty dreamsand cloud laden skies.Where everywhere I walk,empty bowls surround me.

and this might spell the end,to all mankind.Maybe tomorrowA baby might be born,who will lead the world,though any future coming storm.Maybe tomorrowA new dawn might come,and everyone,will love everyone.Maybe tomorrowDreams might just come true,everyone will have someone,and I will have you.Maybe tomorrow

let, us look around usat the children while they play.They have no worriesto crease their brow,the world has not corruptedthe feeling that they feel.They carry no heavy baggagefor mistakes they have made.We should look at them, smile,and hope they never do.16 September 2009

along with shadowy figuresI wish I had left behind.Old loves and new lovessmile and say hello as they passthrough the pages of my mind.They come in quiet momentswhen I am at peace with the world.Reflecting images of times left behind.There are no future images,as those pages haven’t been written yet,only ones from a distant past.They…

a few hours laterthey appear before our eyes.You can call it what you may,a mental telegraphy kind of thing.I don’t really knowall I do know is that it happensand with me,it is quite regularly.I’ll think f someoneand then hey prestothey are at my front door.I think of a filmI haven’t seen for quite a long…