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Entries from August 31st, 2014

Life expectancy


Expectation – deceit upon the door.
Life expectancy – one never knows for certain,
but there it is once more – catastrophe lurking.
Hopeful in my stance,
but future is uncertain
even though the writings previously
have been well and truly explored.

How is one to define a life on Earth
this special earthling’s play ground
when everywhere lurks disaster?
Who has, on this zone, been careless, incompetent
without any presence of the divinity of life –
healthy and clean fresh waters and air?

Mention the value of a life
and who can price that object – a human being.

Such wondrous examples
of a life time’s perfection,
but by whom and for what?

The mystery of life – breath
upon the inhalation of clean vital necessity –
that of divinely placed fresh air.

August 31st, 2014
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Bless not blame


How can I help you
the gods cried out.
Sorry, I don’t know you,
that voice aloud in my head.

So much information.
So much to relay.
So much I do not know.
How to thank you,
but how do I change
I’ve been this way so long
nothing appears easy?

How do I change
to that of a goodly person
instead of the critical
and less positive person that I now am?

Love is the answer
the gift of the gods
be far less critical of yourself
and be thankful.
That is the message coming from well within.

A soul who loves you decries
now is the time to do just that –
bless not blame
give not take.
These are some of the starting points
for you and I to open up
heaven’s so incredible gate.

Be thankful – no more than that!

August 29th, 2014
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Cast away


Cast away, cast away whatever have you done?
Escaped to an island far, far away.
What is the point of that decision
surely someone explained no land mass,
island or habitation is left to survive.

Someone mention that the world is grey,
grim with disaster, toxic deluge a century hence.
No amount of clatter, no amount of pain
is about to wash man’s terror upon an Earth’s terrain.

What are you waiting for, what have you done
in expectation that a prize is somehow something
you may have individually won?

I know the present appears okay,
but wait till August or September of a year or two away.
Somehow the heavens will open up I pray
to allow the kingdom upon this earth to freshen up
and portray a much more glorious future
than the one we have destroyed for ages,
generations further up the chain.

I know how stupid my prayer is,
but I have tried another lane,
but fast was its pace.

No amount of chatter, no amount of pain
is about to wash man’s so-called sins away.
The life force of this planet, where man does exist
is terrified into a stupor and therefore the abyss.



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August 28th, 2014
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Can I be of service


Can I be of Service?
Can I help you if I can?
Are there any pending problems?
Can I ask once again?

As here, up high, the view is disastrous –
weather, climate uncontrollable.
Disaster – this is nothing,
because here the life on planet Earth
has been long overdue
for a much needed review
of your conscious appreciation
for the living on Earth.
But far more importantly
for those whose deaths are un-named. –
The children of a past generation
are likened to those now on Earth.
But far more of a serious nature
is the futility within our human birth.

August 15th, 2014
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No hope of restoration


Send me home I want to be free,
free of the pastures facing me.
Barren and dry ravaged by drought
despair hollowed out within that dust bare ground.

Loss enormous, painful immense, torrid times,
the Devil’s ground barren, bare and spent.

Loss a bi-word, a conjured thought
pain and sorrow, suffering and disease
these are the scenes in which this planet
has been riddled by man and his eternal greed.

Long ago now, a time less turbulent
there appeared a soul of good intent,
who attempted to show how reversal would restore
and beauty once again would sow crops a-plenty,
trees green, grasses and flowers amassed everywhere.

Water abundant rivers and creeks clear,
soft water, fresh air as if brand new.
No hope of restoration I face here
far gone now no clean waters or air.

Suffer not, no more my darling one,
starve you wont
death is to be for you to face.
Love and embrace, but my strength is now weak
loss, but oh God help me
you will us both soon embrace.

No midnight dawn from now on
hopefully God will to us shine upon.

August 13th, 2014
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