Best Friend (T.H.E.O)

(The piano plays with... a soft blend of the harp)


His footsteps exhaust familiar... tracks


To and fro he wanders and travels to relive....


Memories of dried leaves, rough bark that wears... scars and scratches of a cub’s....


Of..... a bear”s






(The piano plays, soft sobs, tender strokes of moist fur)






To warm hearts and welcome memories


They danced in a mind’s circus: fierce wheels


Memories of sharp paws on clean suits,


Walks just before heaven’s gleam seals






The piano plays ever so softly


With a fading harmony (orchestrated harmony)






the moon’s bliss, train tracks now rusty


And blizzards....autumn






A man’s best friend: Hachik


Retracing his master’s steps touching with life


Beneath soiled daisies


For after a while comes the rescue form a tedious tarry






Like a dove, to remind a deserving friend


imprints of love.... that may never end

"Peas in a Pod"

In the dark

a... single beam shines brightest

at the mouth of the tunnel

the hand is anaemic

The glass is almost full and...senses,

The drop of a fresh flavour

Rings that sink at the juncture

Rings that summon your aim

To stare at you it’s hardly the same

motto

Monochrome: we’ve found a colour to match a voice

Fingers are moist...from the absence of friendship

And the invitation for intimacy

My mind unravels with yours

New revelation still abhors

But sprouts spores of truth and reality

It’s not a dream that in less time

You know my life

And add to it.....meaningfully

Are we meant to be?

I know your ways

Why can’t you see that....you host a tongue

to praise?

Only His consent is necessary....

Like the enigma you are

I hope this journey clears... the scars...

......of prejudice.....

Like the enigma you are

I hope... this journey... carries us far...

lone soldier

Life complicates sometimes the steps of a traveller

Beckoning the name of the lone soldier

Who fights in fear and hope that

the experience completes a depleted soul

who holds... the shoulder that slouch to reality

and raises the head that hangs to the floor, catches

the tear that boils on sun cracked soil

and patches the wheel that punctures on

a ride of turmoil

Who is the lone soldier?

Is it the feet that blisters on careless tracks

and suffers timid minds to lies and

... scorn?

The child without dreams still buries its head in soft feathers?

The criminal attempting to fill the hollow with bodies and bid his soul free?

The glamour and glee of a homeless vagrant?

Or is it the poet that writes without impulse

But reads to ignite the inevitable

As wings spread to fly....

the social instinct kicks in

Win the fight with heart and might

For.....the thought alone thaws....the cold

And animate the reflection that serves two fold

Who is the lone soldier now?