Choice at the shadow line

Poems started a thousand times, end changes, through lifes run lines.

Perspectives key, open lifes gate, Door chosen, love, envy, kind, hate.

Decide door endeavors unlock, Intrepid the key, await the shock.

Resonance burns, life course aligns, Frequency meters, future run rhymes

Wildetect

Freedoms illusion

All is never as we see, shackled vice are we ever free?

Delusions wide open thought, hooked through teeth soundly caught.

Free is captive as a slave, captures virtue as we behave.

Fools they shout "we are all free", all the while guzzling down vice to be happy. 

Humble look to virtue first, knowing full well freedoms curse.

NiEve as doth mankinds fate, destined us all to an early grave.

Stare free fallacies demise, we vision beyond for lifes ultimate prize. 

 

Under earth over sky.

Down under the surface soil, 

Gritty life lived full of hard toil.

Now sit us high above the green tree line,

Disconnect we are from earths toiled fetid mine.

Leave the shackles of this hard fraught life,

Filled with its challenges & impending strife.

Suspend thought in a hand of time, 

Await the knowledge and a future sign.

Beyond the bog and the oozing mire,

Burn a heaven brimming with eternal fire.

Not much longer now to endure,  

This worlds strife, this systems manure. 

TARQUIN 2022

present future past

Empires built with the bones of others,
flesh blood fathers ,sisters, brothers, mothers.

Empires now revisiting the bricks of a stolen past,
foundations from pilfered flesh will sadly never last.

Sins of the fathers, brothers, mothers, daughters,
as histories bronzes now sink down in cold silent still waters.

Scream at mans mountains, built by tone deaf hands,
winds of change a blowing, a tornado force fan.

Veneers of our own proud established thinking,
perforated full of holes & is now rapidly sinking.

Limbering towards our new uncertain future,
creation of which, has been our very own set creature.

Frailties of visions,  pathetic greedy selfish man.
outcomes now known, we must set a final wrought plan.

Staring wide eyes  through an impenetrable veil,
persevere forward , we can now only simply set sail.

Looking above but we all just see down,
head to feet packed, not sensing a divine crown.

Beneath ones skin , we see the sky,
We must delve deep into ones own limited minds eye.

A reckoning is being sought from men long since dead,
metallic unfeeling eyes, current bronzed minded heads.

People now seeking justice from histories infringement masters,
hunting for past architects of this current systems deplorable disasters.

structures built on the back of bone, flesh, suffering with greed,
will struggle with longevity and will fail to succeed.

A true structure built on good values, spiritual justice & fine morals,
is a structure born from honourability, worth more than fine corals.

Remember what we learn about building structures on earth,
is that its about using honourable foundations in an empires birth.

wordsmith - Tarquin J Nostmad

Bequeath F.L.V

Once I gave my Freedom to the storm,

Scattered my power to the four winds forlorn.

Once I gifted my Liberty to a single thought,

I was bound, gagged & internally caught.

Once I attached my Values to a single ray of light,

I was blinded by its magnificence so, so incredibly bright.

It was only once with truth & honour I did align,

Rest, solitude & internal strength I did find.

Be very careful where you attach your principles & values,

Be wary of what storms, thought & light will try & tell you.

QJD - 2020

Impending reset now.

The world has been stopped, in forced reset,
back and beyond, design by man beset.

With anxious intrepidation, minds now unfold,
to a forced new beginning, uncertain not bold.

New alphabet, new language , new insecure future,
carved from sandstone, a flimsy sculpted creature.

With man at the helm, its now doomed to fail,
a steam train of twisted metal , designed to derail.

Greedy man, greedy minds, greedy virus thought,
a future designed by corrupt man, is now fully bought.

See the works , see the single manmade banner,
through this small verse, so is thrown the proverbial spanner.

Dont be fooled by charlatans, offering sciences political hope,
its heroine, crack cocaine, its mind numbing destructive dope.

Rather look to whats not from a manmade material,
we must look confidently towards the spiritual ethereal.

Our salvation rests in the time before times.
when  it was very clear to man, who drew the line.

Tanquin J Notsmad - 2020

driving a tempest vault

The raging maelstrom sandstorm is like an impenetrable solid mist.

Men suddenly appear through the windshield, seeming to share the past in a rushed fleeting moment of age, mirth and nostalgia. As grounded apparitions silently screaming into the face of a very fierce tempest storm.

immediately they are swallowed up by the tempests malevolent energy. Leaving an illusion of ripped anoraks rippling in the wind, which seem now like wild feather plumage in the eye of the raging storm.

The rag tag feathered men now are completely ingested by  sand and fog and mist, gone but not unseen.

Was it rather just a brief second of time, perhaps of anger and of wild vengeance?
A fleating shouted vision or perhaps of a perceived dust point cloud entity, within the violent chasm of the abyss?