poems

THE GOD’S CHOICE

 

Slowly, so agonisingly slowly, we crawl our way through life.

The whole world is like a worm-eaten door hanging on a shattered single hinge, waiting to fall for one last terrible time. Only this time it will take every last one of us with it.

We hang by death’s door with so much pain and misery from which we have no escape. None at all.

Will this black suffering ever end? What will the end be like?

A quick nuclear war or a massive plague systematically removing all life with so much efficiency?

Well, now is our time of waiting, a time to see if we survive or if we perish.

If you had a choice, what would it be? How would you die?

 

RESTLESS SPIRIT

 

Oh, but why am I earth bound? I have been a prisoner forever so long at this place.

Will God set me free? I can only hope and dream that it will be soon so I will be in peace.

My death was so long ago but I see my last actions over and over again –

the day has been forgotten by everyone but me. I see it now as I did then in every detail.

Only one person sees me. Five hundred years later one person set me free.

For a brief second Angelica’s soul touched mine, to become one with me forever.

The beauty and majesty is now finally known for me, so I can now rest in peace.

 

 

 

 

 

INSPIRATION

 

To be inspired by something is a source of inspiration itself.

It’s the ability to look up at the morning sky and to make a timeless

piece about it – if it became music or poetic verse.

Don’t you see, two hours later the intimacy of that morning is lost forever

but if you capture it in some form it will be there for people to enjoy for

many years to come.

 

RUFE

 

A late summer pacific sun burns down on this tiny circular coral atoll,

here are three Zero floatplanes code name Rufe. They share such a common beauty

that all warbirds have.

Waves gently wash over the floats of the planes, resting in the cool and calm of the ocean. Delicate pastol colours colour the scene, the purple of the planes and the orange of the sun, the blue of the sea.

In a few minutes a Rufe will take off, building up speed through the mirror-smooth water until she is free of the blue liquid surface, she will be in flight in the sky

where so much danger lurks. Hellcats and Corsairs.

Rufe has the handling of her Zero brother so she will be okay –

she is a bird of the summer sky battling her enemy.

 

PRIVATE PILE

 

A long time ago Private Pile joined the United States Marine Core to be a man and above all else, a soldier.

He worshipped heavy weapons and he knew every detail of the old battles.

A slight bump on the head from a car crash when he was young slightly upset the balance.

He enlisted and passed all of the training to become one of Gods’ own Marines.

One day while cleaning his gun he started to talk to it and the rifle said that he had to drill people with 7.62 mm bullet holes.

This he did while in a psychotic schizoid mental state. He ran out of bullets and with a drill sergeant and six enlisted men dead he had achieved his mission.

The MP’s came and locked him up in a six-by-six foot cell while he waited for his firing squad.

In the morning they led him out to the yard and tied him to the bloody post. As the clock struck twelve the rifles shot him dead through his dirty evil heart.

He is now amongst his dead Marine comrades. Immortality is his.