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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

What Do We Search For?

I wrote this as a question. What do we search for? What is it that we, as humans, search for in life? Here is the poem that is so far, my favorite...

'What do we search for?'

Age defies wisdom,
The wise mans word.
The call of wisdom,
I have not yet heard.

But what do we search for?
The wise man asks.
The knowledge of all things,
Of wisdom's mask?

Yet if we don't find it,
What will we do?
Our life would have been pointless,
Once it was through.

But if we do find it,
The wisdom we seek.
What would we do with it?
Life would be bleak.

The wise man found wisdom,
So search we must.
All through the ages,
Till our bones are dust.


If you ask the wise man of the wisdom you seek,
The knowledge you search for,
The answers you drink.
He will tell you you've found it.
And you will wonder how.

So when you sit back and reflect on your search,
For knowledge and wisdom and destiny's perch.
You will discover that it's the journey that counts
The paths you take, it all amounts.

For the paths that you choose and the roads that you take,
They all contribute to the journey you make.
For the paths that you choose and the roads that you take,
They are the wisdom for which you ache.

After the Storm...

This is a poem I wrote, as you  may have guessed, after a storm.

'After the Storm...'

The rain falls softly in the trees,
Whose branches dance in the breeze,
Blue skies have turned palest grey,
In the Breeze long grass does sway.

The sodden earth shines wet and cold,
The thunder booms of storiese old,
The creatures hide in shelters dark,
Their small soft footprints leave no mark.

Amidst the cold and wet and night,
A beacon is found, shining bright.
For even if blow does the storm,
One thing shall remain the norm...

The storm will always go away,
And after comes a fresh new day.
Where bees will buzz and birds will sing,
And sun will shine on everything.

Needing a Name...

This is a poem that I wrote a while ago. It is nameless as yet. so please, if you can think of a relevant title, it would be great, thankyou and enjoy!

Words plaster the ceiling like fairy floss on a childs fingers,
Fate swirls around the room like seaweed in a current,
Hope hovers in front of the window like a wasp on a humid day,
And destiny swallows them all like a starving animal presented with love.

Imagination runs wilder than a brumby,
Dreams fly higher than the clouds,
Failures sink lower than the sea bed,
And nothing forces them to do this.

Shoot for the moon,
For even if you miss...

You shall land amoung the stars.