16: Nature's cry

Did you see the trees waving to the wind?
Did you see the eagles glide on an invisible stream?

Did you hear the whispering that comes ever so gently,
Singing songs of promises of a tomorrow that's on its way?

Have you felt the gentle breeze upon your face,
Caressing affectionately,
Embracing lovingly,
Running imaginary fingers through a ruffled head of hair?

Have you heard the stories the songbirds tell,
Ancient tunes akin to the bards of old?

Have you felt the sun,
Exuberating joy and happiness through the air,
Engulfing and eliminating your worries and vexations?

Have you smelt the fragrance in the air,
After a morning shower,
With a clear sky of azure blue over the lands?

Things we took for granted,
Things that are slowly disappearing,
Right beneath our very noses.
Things that have been,
Things that had been,
Things that might no longer be.

Will our sons look upon the scintillating stars in the darkness of night?
Will our daughters dance in freedom upon the green meadows of our land?

The inevitable destruction caused by man,
Whispered through stories carried upon the wind.

Have we paid any heed?
Will we reflect upon our deeds?
Or are we waiting for the day,
When nature's cry finally ebbs away.

15: Clarity

Tell me that the rain is gone.
Tell me that the pain is gone.
Show me this train that we are on,
Leaving this empty hole we're from.

Tell me that the skies are clear.
Tell me that the fire's near.
Show me those stars that we hold dear,
Drifting along without a fear.

This life of mechanical inanity,
Does little to soothe my growing insanity.
Unhinged and unbalanced,
My mind needs a little clarity.

The rain falls,
The pain lingers.
The skies overcast,
The sun nowhere found.

Judgemental and self serving.
Prejudice and discrimination.
Hushed whispers and finger pointing.
Am I deserving?

Cold clammy hands, 

Grasping at an invisible noose. 

A noose noosed by none other,

Than myself searching for answers.

There are no answers. 

There are no questions.

There is only the clarity,

Of living in the now.

The clarity of it all, 

Glaring and dazzling, 

Mesmerising and enchanting.

The rain stills, 

The pain eases.
The skies clear,
The sun is here.

14: Maker's Curse

I remember the day you came into my life,
An image forever seared into my mind,
Formless and figureless.
An image recalled through sound and smells.

I looked upon the sweet trebles,
I sailed on those beautiful lines.
I never thought one day they'd be from me.
Beautiful images through sounds.
Lovely basses throbbing through the air.
Painting the fundamentals of life.
I didn't dream of having them so close to me.
It seemed all too wonderful.

Splashes of blue green red,
Against a backdrop of life.
Bringing and binding.
A promise of the forbidden fruit.

Little did I know,
This temptation,
This deception,
This never ending pursuance for perfection,
It will never lead to salvation.

Writhing and weaving,
Twisting and twirling,
The makers chose this path,
Of unending torment,
Of endless frustration.
A lifetime of searching for that promised fruit.

The maker's curse they call it.
The maker's curse we made it.
The never ending search for the forbidden,
Critical of imperfections in perfection,
Never sated with perfections in imperfections.
Always seeking,
Always searching.

Enough is enough,
I've had enough.