and then fresh sunrise

once shadows hid strange beings of the night
now each of us can name the happy star
the room for tragedy is not so slight

over each word we wrangle and we fight
then each of us will walk up to the bar
once shadows hid strange beings of the night

not one of us will see with blinding sight
how one will make while others simply mar
the room for tragedy is not so slight

no records tell us of the greatest blight
that haunted us and made us flee so far
once shadows hid strange beings of the night

we listen to old saws and speeches trite
too much of that and we'll fall below par
the room for tragedy is not so slight

a single turn and all things become bright
another note is played on the guitar
once shadows hid strange beings of the night
the room for tragedy is not so slight

burning pride

so nameless powers of deepest darkest fear
scudding onwards with much call and clatter
on every normal heart beat and batter
in measures of considerable care
into frays rush where angels would not dare
the powers that challenge us surely shatter
into small forces that cannot matter
and so we pause to smile and take the air
what one knows others will not yet have seen
so teaching them becomes the standard charge
and ignorance and dullness we revile
outside we smile at the yet-living green
know that our understanding must enlarge
and march into the future single file

no place for heroes

never give blame to those held in the muck
who struggled to get through on heavy feet
the mire at every step will grasp and suck

we seek to get ourselves out of the ruck
believing the high air is clear and sweet
never give blame to those held in the muck

the effort avails not we are still stuck
while others pass us by in manner fleet
the mire at every step will grasp and suck

we shout and scream but you don't give a fuck
with what delays and horrors we will meet
never give blame to those held in the muck

we hear some idiots complain and cluck
but the new masters they will praise and greet
the mire at every step will grasp and suck

it's far too easy just to pass the buck
while we in all our sorrow moan and bleat
never give blame to those held in the muck
the mire at every step will grasp and suck

glimpses of marbled sky

a shiver and the sight becomes a pain
we cannot estimate the value soon
such actions mark each as a simple loon

the clouds pass by but do not give us rain
some solitary voice will chant or croon
a shiver and the sight becomes a pain

the honest task's to go against the grain
that is a duty but it's a true boon
time passes slowly yet it's swiftly noon
a shiver and the sight becomes a pain

category mistakes

tell one to climb and they will surely fall
tell one to hurry and they're sure to stall
the one who answers didn't hear the call
and she who hesitates might have a ball

let each voice die and others swiftly rise
the one who pauses will not win the prize
a moment then we have to organise
you see your best through ordinary eyes

soon comes the night and then it's time to weep
the dragons come when you are fast asleep
through every dream the monsters quiet creep
you want to paddle but you're in too deep

instead of gold you've chosen all the dross
you turn a loser when you could be boss
upon the stone there's a thick pile of moss
you should be happy but instead you're cross

regard the tree you think of its great weight
time passes but you think it not too late
to do the things now proper to your state
you want first class but you will travel freight

so in the night you hear the wolf respire
and hurry but know you can get no higher
for far too soon you will slow down and tire
between the hunter and the hungry fire

promotion

allow the visit and you will be seen
as uncertain of your own thinking mind
the whole of life begins now to unwind
you play the pawn and it becomes the queen

a rule of life is not what it had been
you do your job and then you go to bed
you've learned to quit when you are just ahead
you play the pawn and it becomes the queen

a sort of lethargy comes over the scene
not once have you had any direct thought
of what it is you do and what you ought
you play the pawn and it becomes the queen

for other actions you may not be keen
you've done your best and done the very most
while others faltered you stuck to your post
you play the pawn and it becomes the queen

don't give an indication how you lean
the rules are clear about what you may show
others have gone where you now long to go
you play the pawn and it becomes the queen

fantasy-based community

no distant voices tell us of the fate
of those who never came back from the fight
they did not care whether for wrong or right
but only that they were paid by the state
we hide behind the silent door and gate
moaning that evils come here in the night
since none fall instantly before our might
we swift conclude we have left it too late
we entered battle without a clear plan
knew nothing of the places we would take
but thought that all would worship at our fane
at spouting nonsense we're now in the van
all our bravado turns out to be fake
but still we blame the other for our pain

escaping pressure

 

the law requires that we come under stress
no reason underpins it but we know
we must go forward or we must regress

truth is what's never published in the press
announcing many things that are not so
the law requires that we come under stress

planting in egg-boxes mustard and cress
we wonder why the growing is so slow
we must go forward or we must regress

no signs and symbols that we need repress
but we are worried at the absent foe
the law requires that we come under stress

obedient still we don proper dress
ready to face either the sun or snow
we must go forward or we must regress

division and destruction leave their mess
we've lost all modesty and youthful glow
the law requires that we come under stress
we must go forward or we must regress