Victory !!! – Bitter Sweet

 A David and Goliath day !

I got to see and feel a just way

handed down by a court of this land

as questioning – evidence presented by this hand

lead the judge to find in my favour,

against I.C.B.C. - lawyer Karen Curtis – to savour

the taste of this win left very little flavour,

for I felt that it was a hollow victory

as I walked home feeling no glory.

My Past hangs .

In eight by tens, upon the four walls of my room.

In three and a half by fives, on pages of my books of history,

accompanied by notes, letters, cards that soon

will reach seventy three volumes, telling the story

of experiences, of memories, of life one once did live

in the dreams of light and the nightmares of dark.

A life, in which, little did I have to give.

The desire of the dream and reality, in comparison, very stark

 

The Future ???

Images rippling across the distorted surfaces of mirrors

that are hidden behind so many closed doors,

that lie buried before the eyes of one’s life,

as time slices into tiny pieces, with its keen knife,

the rainbow colours that hang in the sun, like spider webs

as the shadows, the light, drift in and out, ebbs

and flows towards places no one knows

and on and on… and on it goes.

These veiled dreams of ones days, hope for gayety of ones heart,

a desire for change, for gain, to find a brand new start.

The Present .

Silent, empty moments, flashes of brilliant light reflected

upon the corneas of the mind’s eye, seldom, if ever, detected,

a brief glimpse of, – then quickly vaporized – that is infected

with viruses from the past, the future, the present passing by.

Which is it that finds me ?, and just where ?, stands I ?,

as thoughts about take wing and sour on high.

B. J. “A ” 2

April 2^nd 2003