Sunday, September 1, 2013

creative journey

a man under thirty needs vast creative stroking,
of  hollow back biters who merely are joking.

a man over forty starts to care less,
of the flagrant song of creative ridiculers.

age belies a tough thickened skin,
rips and tears from the spite fueled din.

a hued out thought , a tangible sketch.
a creative spark to release the itch.

a voice born from troubled thought,
of life lived from this day wrought.

an unwavering resolve for creative quest.
a duty bound to put concepts to rest.

not for stroking or design acclaim
but to simply ward off the mind thats insane.

QJD = 2013




Beast of war align

Warmongering beasts,  storm clouds gather,
creatures Eire rises, innocence now scatters.

Blood dogs of war, baying at reasons gate.
tearing asunder mankind's fragile fickle fate.

War machine sheds its insincere tear,
femininity tramped as  tanks shift gear.

Maraud, rape, rip once lush virgin ground,
skeletal trees, rotting corpses, deep turned sod now found.

Honorable mans root heartfelt driven quest,
is to tame this war beast and put it to rest.

For man this is a nightmare beyond his making.
As the warlike believe innocence is ripe for the taking.

Fervently seek mercy from deep within,
we are all simply one organism beneath one skin.

An arm going to war with its one good eye,
will surely cause their host to wither & die.

Humanity hinges on this one enormous reaction,
will we continue to rise to our greedy imperfection?

Dogs of war, the storm clouds gather,
innocence retreats as the dogs get fatter.

Starve all the hate , perpetuate only love,
All honorable men must now say, "enough now,  is bloody ENOUGH!!

QJD - 2013