• 2012

    A day will come.
    When darkness will
    Enshroud the world.
    As fast, or slow,
    As the passing phases
    Of the moon.

    Time, is whimsical.
    A mischievous child.
    Anomaly of reality,
    Imperious supremacy.
    Delights rushed,
    Despair prolonged.
    Impalpably insignificant,
    Historical speck,
    Within grand schemes,
    Beyond
    Mortalities impression.

    Some speculate this day,
    Is not far away.
    A riddle of stone,
    Riddles of ages.
    From a time, when
    Sacred land,
    Sacred home,
    Owned not, but cherished
    Revered as, Mother.

    When life, was lived in freedom
    Known not today.
    Since years, of theft and treachery.
    Invaders,
    Declaring discovery.
    Lies and fallacies,
    Forced perceptions,
    Propaganda,
    Inevitable cruelty.
    Blinded, biased, justice.

    Ripped from reality.
    Forced into,
    Horrid veracity.
    Forewarning, foreboding,
    Possibly coincidentally.
    End of time, surely not
    Change of times, de-Finite-ly.
    With passing ages,
    Decades, centuries,
    Changes arise, inexorably.

    Answers attained
    At the end
    Of spiritual journeys.
    Inherited challenges,
    Of metaphor.
    Solitary perseverance,
    Obstinacy,
    Dedicated diligence,
    Generates
    Inspired ideas.
    Problems overcome,
    Disaster averted.
    If it never is,
    Was it ever to be?