I, a O am.

There is no place the body can run and hide

to escape the ravages of mind and memories ride

into the world of ghosts that live within all

that influences, directs, guides us as we recall

what has destroyed – for some – a future, a life

what has built – for some – a future without strife.

 

For me !, can the phoenix rise up from the ashes

climb above all that has influenced and clashes

with desires to awaken the spirit, the soul

so that the psyche may hear, may see, may know

that the spirit can fly, the soul can soar with all

conscious abandon, without fear of taking the fall.

What colours my day

There are many colours of blue.

They paint my hours in different hues.

We know that under the sun, nothing is new.

and that my dear friends is not news

 

B. J. “A ” 2

June 9^th 2005