No poetry in life, no more,
Beauty no more happiness nor,
Joy at what life holds in store,
No poetry in life, no more...
There is a
word you can't ignore,
The peace we all are looking for,
That can't be bought or bound in law,
Though what or where, can't say, no more.
There is a
quest you could explore,
Through sweat and tears and toil and gore,
And sailing to some distant shore,
Though I can't tell you any more.
So where
it is and how it's found,
Wherever should your search be bound,
What you would fasten all around,
Through sea and fire to come safe, sound.
And should
you find it, hold it fast,
Each fleeting moment slipping past,
Each wondrous joy or fear aghast,
You only know could be your last.
The one
sure thing as on you go,
Marauding through this vale of woe,
Embracing friend, assailing foe,
You live or die by what you know.
So if you
doubt what's in your head,
By your own thoughts fear to be led,
You need some rock to stand instead,
Or else may think that you are dead.
But rocks
are just rocks in the end,
Mere comforters that only lend,
Falsehoods of an untrue friend,
While life unravels and unbends,
So smell a
rat and flush it out,
Work out what your fear's about,
Seize the monster by the snout,
Stand beyond all reach of doubt.
Mostly
life's just vague and loose,
Convenience turns to abuse,
Look away, make some excuse,
Comes the time when that's no use.
That's the
time of fire and flame,
Life will never be the same,
Skip around the fear and blame,
Time to raise and up your game.
Only thing
that you can do,
Summon all your force anew,
Only to yourself be true,
Push on forward, break on through.
All will
one day come to dust,
Flesh to ashes, dreams and lust,
Almost all things in a gust,
Destroyed, despoiled, but one thing...
Andy
Morley March 16th 2006
