~~~ Look Before You Leap ~~~
~ II ~
Kangaroo jumped a hollow log
On his way to met his mate.
He landed on an old king brown,
That's when he met his fate.
He landed squarely on that snake
That was lying in the sun,
And he knew at once his fate was sealed,
When that old king brown had sprung.
That snake it bit that kangaroo
At least, six or seven times,
And he knew he'd not get to his mate,
And of his fate he did resign.
The snake just hissed then slid away
And left that kangaroo to cry-
For his far off mate, his own true love,
'Cos he knew that he would die.
He lay on the ground for death to wait,
As the poison took its hold,
He felt his heart begin to race,
As he started to go cold.
He trembled and his eyes they closed
As the flies buzzed 'round his head,
He curled up his tail and gave a sigh,
Kangaroo was dead!
This is true of how we live,
As we live from day to day,
So always look before you leap,
Or you'll end up, that same sad way.
Just take your life as it comes,
But look, and see those steps ahead,
Or you'll end up like that kangaroo,
Being poisoned till your dead.
January 31, 2000
~~ 299 ~~
~~~ Who Are We ~~~
Who are we but what we are
How can we become just as one
And how can we be sure of what
And can you take this time of yours
You need to reach into your soul
You will know your own true self
February 12, 2000
~~ 314 ~~
~~~ Stupidity or Reality ~~~
~ Part I ~
Some tiny drops of water fall, from heaven to the ground,
~ Part II ~
Our four winds blow with all their strength, above our world so high,
~ Part III ~
Our sun is something else you see, it makes us live and die,
April 12, 2000
~~ 320 ~~
~~~ The Dreams Of Long Lost Love ~~~
The dreams I dream are dreams of you,
If you were to find one day,
If I could turn those hands of time-
I think of days gone bye with you,
But such is life, I have failed you so,
That path will lead to futures door,
May 2, 2000
~~ 346 ~~
~~~ A Note To Mother ~~~
Dearest mother you are back, for it's been so many years,
Now I'm older than those days, when you held me from all harms,
You left me 'o' so long ago, more years that I can name,
My life been full of pain from those with anger and deceit,
And now, dear mother you say its time, for me to come with you,
So come and sit down next to me, and read these words I write,
P.s.
I know that soon it will be time for me to leave this land,
So if I should die before I wake, and you take me mother dear,
July 14, 2000
~~ 356 ~~
~~~ Dreams You Hold ~~~
When you're alone and you're grown old,
A spark of hope re-lights that fire,
Your journeys took you everywhere,
August 6, 2000
~~ 358 ~~
~~~ In Search ~~~
Days they come, days they go,
To walk those hours in darkened times,
I did find hope, and with that, joy,
I found that loving hand to hold,
August 12, 2000
~~ 365 ~~
~~~ The Last Unicorns ~~~
In, the dead of night they come,
The mist sits on the water there,
They stop and listen closely,
But way above the mountains tall,
The moisture on the air was thick,
And with a sudden rush they came,
With a rope around their necks,
Each man he worked with swiftest speed,
They were the last of unicorn,
September 3, 2000
But do we really know?
And do we look just how we look,
But does it really show?
Until we really try?
Or do we know what we've become
And then do we just die?
We really have become?
Or do we pretend to be just one
Of those where we come from?
As with your inner-self?
Or have you become an ornament
Just sitting on a shelf?
To become just what you are.
And stop looking at your outer shell
Like a door that is ajar.
If you look beyond your mind.
And look beyond your foolish ways
Then your soul you'll always find.
And as they fall from out the sky, they hardly make a sound.
They join the other drops of those, who slowly form a stream,
And pick up grains of rock and sand, to show where they have been.
These streams they slowly wander down, through hill and dale deliver,
To join together all as one, to form a raging river.
This river flows through canyons tall, and over mountain sides,
Uprooting trees and giant rocks, to take them for a ride.
That river's power is more than mans, its strength increased with flowing,
And as it heads towards the sea, the river's strength keeps growing.
And all those tiny droplet's hold, their grains of rock and sand
To deposit those within the sea, where that river leaves the land.
Those drops of water are of life, that we as man hold dear,
And those grains of rock and sand are knowledge to adhere.
So, as we go through life we grow in stature and in size
And so does all that knowledge grow, until we realize
That life is but a journey through this world of time and space,
But, we are not like that river, we have no need to race.
We need to keep and to retain, those grains of rock and sand,
Until we learn the truth of life, until we understand.
They bring a message from above, from high up in the sky.
The message from above they bring, is power and is strength,
It teachers us, that we can too, be strong with this at length.
We get the strength from those above, from those the one's who know,
And if we keep that strength within, we will forever grow.
Grow in strength, is what we must, to succeed in all we learn,
Without that strength, we shall fail, in what we wish to earn.
We cannot take and not return, or receive and not repay,
And we must listen to those words, our winds to us they say.
They give us strength from North and South, from East and West as well,
There is so much that we must learn, they have so much to tell.
They tell us what the seasons bring, when to plant and sow,
And when to reap, our just rewards, and when our seed do grow.
But there are some, who just ignore the voices of our winds,
They do not sow, they do not reap, or know where life begins.
They steal from those, the few who know, the right way from the wrong,
Those are the weak in mind and soul, but in body that are strong.
They wage their wars upon the one's, who learnt, from what our winds did say,
But they will die, just like us all, then our winds will blow away.
We cannot beat the rays from sol, no matter how we try.
It bakes the earth and dries those pools and sucks away its life,
It burns the skin and melts the soul and causes so much rife.
So if we treat our sun with care, it helps us in our need,
But if we treat it with contempt, we're punished for our greed.
With greed and hate and jealousy, our sun will take its toll,
Then write our words of destiny, upon a its sacred scroll.
That sacred scroll it writes upon, is the story of us all,
It tells about our deeds in life and how the mighty fall.
So treat our sun with honesty, with love and total care,
Or we will find that emptiness, is something we can't share.
Our sun it shines upon our world, without it we'd be stark,
It would not rise up in our sky, our world would turn to dark.
And if our world is dark and dim our lives would be unsure,
We'd never open up our hearts, we'd lock and bolt hearts door.
Our soul would freeze and turn to ice without our sun above,
Then, the feeling that we had for each would turn to hate from love.
Hate is forced into our hearts, from the dark and those who scorn,
But, we never had hate in our hearts, on the day that we were born.
My day-dreams and my night-dreams too.
Those dreams are dreams of long ago,
Deep in my heart, I loved you so.
To forgive me for my wretched ways.
Those days when I was such a fool,
When my heart it lost its loving fuel.
Back to those days when you were mine.
And I was yours eternally,
That's how we thought we'd always be.
I miss you darling, yes I do.
But some-how I lost my will to live
My heart was all I had to give.
I've lost your love, I let you go.
For it was you I did forsake,
I know the path now I must take.
Where I'll feel no pain forever more.
And I'll dream of days of yesterday,
When we were young and un-afraid.
It used to be in real life, but now it's in my tears.
It's in the tears I cry for you to hold me close to you,
Because every time you held me tight, I'd feel so safe and new.
You stopped my hurt; you freed my pain, with your loving mother's arms.
But now, it is time that's done its harm, my body's racked with pain,
And I know that soon I'll have no strength to rise from bed again.
And now you're here to guide me home from whence I once became.
You have come to me within this night, and stood besides my bed,
To tell me there is more to death, than just being dead.
But now I've finally found that girl, who I was, suppose to meet.
I knew that she was there somewhere, she was lost and just like me,
We're soul mates mum, that's what we are and that's what, we'll always be.
But, there are so many things please mum, that I need to do,
I need to feel that touch of love that comes, from deep within one's heart,
And I need to know and understand what it means to never part.
And let me keep my Princess please, for just another night.
Or better still; let me stay the longest that you can,
And let me feel and hold her love; Signed your loving little man.
And you have come to take me mother, to guide me by the hand.
I know that death will end my pain and cleanse my troubled soul
But I have only just obtained my dream my life long goal.
Please let my Princess understand I did not die with fear.
She is my one, my only dream; she's the magick of all charms,
Please leave a smile upon my face, and let me die within her arms.
And you sleep, sitting in your chair,
And your dreams go back along that track,
To, when your life, it had no cares.
Your dreams of life, of in those days,
Come back to shake your soul,
And reminds you just how good it was,
To feel complete and feel whole.
But time has left its heavy mark,
Upon, your body and your mind,
And you wonder what you did back then,
Where you left your life behind.
That drove you to succeed
In those days of yesteryear,
In those days your mind was freed.
You'd freed yourself from anger,
From those who kept you back,
You 'd packed your port and rolled your swag,
Then headed down life's track.
You'd found that place of freedom,
Where your strength in life would grow,
And you filled your dreams and destiny,
That only, few would ever know.
Within this wide brown land,
And you never cared, or called upon,
Another's helping hand.
But you were there, when others called,
To lend your helping hand,
And to know that you have helped them out,
Made you feel so grand.
But that was 'o' so long ago,
Now your mind is filled with sleep,
And you hope that all those dreams you hold,
You will forever keep.
Nothings real, so it seems,
Except those days of long ago,
Etched firmly in my dreams.
Those days when I was just a boy,
Afraid of fear, nothing more,
Than the shades, of darkened night,
And the things you can't explore.
But, I did explore those darkened things,
That hung loosely in my mind,
And my fears they left, they disappeared
As each one I did find.
Chilled the spirit in my soul,
Until I found the truth of life,
And began to play my role.
My role in life was hard to find,
I was overcome with fear,
But as I grew my fears fled
With the passing of each year.
I reflected on and came to terms,
With my scars from all those years,
That broke my heart, tore me apart,
And reduced my hope to tears.
And I found my peace of mind,
I'd searched in places not to look,
It 'twas like, that I was blind.
The blind they see just like me,
Visions all in dreams,
Until the night I woke in fright,
And release it all in screams.
Those screams were scars of long ago,
When misery ruled my land,
I had to find a caring mind,
And hold a loving hand.
To caress my heart and soul,
To take my pain and set me sane,
Like hot ember do to coal.
But, coal of course is dark and cold,
With out heat it never glows,
So, when you put love, into your soul,
Your heat will start to grow.
It will heat your heart and soul you see,
With fires that blaze so bright,
And you'll never fear those lonely days,
Or those darkest hours of night.
When the moon is in it's full,
Their moves are swift, with pounding feet,
Across the old bascule.
Beneath that battered bridge,
With coats of white, all ghostly bright,
To feed the wild borage.
To the sounds upon the night,
Before they feed, and take their need,
Of the delicate eyebright.
Sits a castle on the peak,
And the hunters there, all plan with care,
For the unicorn to seek.
As down the hills they crept,
Twenty men, sulked through the glen,
In silence as they stepped.
Upon that feeding heard,
They caught them all, the short the tall,
Without a single word.
They tried in fear to flight,
In panic sounds they hit the ground,
Upon that moonlit night.
Still not a word was said,
Just the slightest moan, and the snap of bone,
As the horn came from their head.
To roam so far so free,
And now they stay in moonlit graves,
For no one else to see.