- Musings,Part I
To feast my eyes on beauty is all that I would ask
If God was to give me that
Blessed second chance
To walk amongst the worthy and hear their calming speech,
With my outstretched hand pressed forward,
In hope that they might reach
And pull my aching heart inside beyond the wasteful grim,
Of those that waste this precious life so quickly over,
And passed in such little precious time.
As a dream is a story played in our mind, how does it stay there for all time?
How can something we cannot feel, become so reachable and so real?
It touches people if we write, staying there for more than one night
Lasting forever, which a dream could never do, if it was kept just within you
To be sick of life is such a sin
But a life spent with pain locked within
Cannot be life
Or, can it be?
Will you answer that or leave it to me?
If left to me then I will say
“God put me here and God will take me away
In His own time not of my choosing,
But whenever that is, let it be soothing.”
Flowing rivers, bubbling streams
Waving fields passed in our dreams
Always sunshine, never rain
Pity life is not the same
A Woman’s Pain
A woman’s pain on giving birth
When bringing man upon this earth
Is blessed by God but not by man
Who seeks to rule and not understand
The devotion that the woman will give
Facing death so the child may live
What would happen
What would occur
If he was not he; but he was her?
Life glows bright for those that are young
Paths to walk and songs to be sung
Don’t let it slip through your hands wastefully
Treat it with care and embrace it; gently
Choose your path wisely but don’t fret if your wrong
More than one chance will come along
Open your heart to all that is fate
Welcome the challenge before it’s too late
In sleep comes dreams, but are we alive?
Is it through them that we really survive
Could life be the nightmare and the dreams that we touch
Be the essence of all when life is too much
Echo’s Of War
Echo’s of war, loud in ones ears
Echo’s of war, cry out through the tears
Death is a thing that can’t be undone
Death is a thing where no-one has won
Show me your gun, show me your bullet
Tell the widow your reasons; why you done it
I’ll show you a grave, I’ll show a plaque
I’ll show you a man with no bones in his back
Give him your reasons
Give her your lie
Tell the others your excuses
Why they had to die
The Music Played
I was standing on the corner waiting for you
Waiting for that dance that we were going to do
The music played, and so did we
Never wanting to see
We thrilled and blessed
We loved and fell
But then grew apart
Was it two or only one; broken heart?
© 2012, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.