Vocation

Depression stands in the way

Of observation Of not pointing fingers Of laughing at absurdity Of revelling in unseen beauty Of being at one with it. —— Depression is a very human, And unnatural thing – A torture we have created for ourselves. It is not madness, And madness is what we need, But not depression. —- A madness ofContinueContinue reading “Depression stands in the way”

Witness

That’s what we’re here for. To witness the destruction Of this beautiful garden. And the break down Of civilisation. But to witness truly We must observe The beauty, Every last detail Every last moment Every tiny kindness. It doesn’t do to be depressed, Depression stands in the way. —- Right now, I have a smallContinueContinue reading “Witness”

“And one clear call for me”

“And one clear call for me!” How I yearn for this call. A call to arms A call to action A call to war. What is wrong with me that I can only imagine a call to fight. A call to create? Too much has been created. Too much has been made. Too many busyContinueContinue reading ““And one clear call for me””

Short poem about death

From Alfred, Lord Tennyson Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me!And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam,When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after thatContinueContinue reading “Short poem about death”