Waves of gold crash onto the shore Bringing fire and steel and songs and roars Colour and light bleed into the dark Writing new borders, new Gods, new laws
Times of war and the shining axe The pagan, the warrior, the thegn The land divided up once more Darkness was here again
Lost the marble luxuries Returned to hall and hearth Here began the journey Of these words winding path
And here were born the names That linger down through time That gives us all identity Born from conquests crime
So they gathered through all the seasons No plan, no goal, no reason Anyone would have thought they had agoraphobia Reality, they imagined, could be held back forever
Socially seeking some satisfying Saturdays Never needing new nighttime neon All agreeing an admirable agenda Rich raw results really render
I have been put in so many boxes No wonder I have lost my head My left hand has lost the right My heart is by the brown bread My eyes are somewhere dark and grim Can’t tell where or when My feet are tied to a tired path They wander again and again But it doesn’t matter My imagination can fly
I Once held back the sea My name lent to these lands I Wandered since the dawn of time Wander lonely still I The unseen walker in the trees Always close behind I The whisperer good rulers heed Then drowned out by greed I have been, am still, will be When the time is right I Fatherless, explorer, wisdom’s well Poet for the fight I Spark and dart through time and night Dealing fate some blows
I hold aloft my steel Scarlet streaked With invaders blood My flag whips High on the hill A victory that will echo Across the land At my feet The dead Men women and children Warriors and supporters Murder of an infant nation That will yet rise again Yet My sword and I Will be hailed Through history The hero and his weapon
Brushed by crowded, swaying ferns The scent of warm loam arises Silence reigns, no birdsong rings Signs missed by the men approaching With their plunder they blunder along Beneath the high arched canopy And a new scent mingles with forest smells fear and anticipation Smooth and straight and true the shaft Hard the piercing point Today the plunder will be reclaimed The price repaid in blood Together, in silence, we draw our bows
The lord of darkness cometh draped in shades of grey So many tastes of opium are available today Opium is not the only drug to while away the hours So much poison sugar before which reason cowers For every palette there’s a taste for every twisted dream On endless shelves in endless dens the merchandise does gleam So the sellers sell us down the river deep To dream our dreams of sweet success though we do not sleep And while we dream on endlessly the future will never bring The day we rise up and in hand to solve anything
So we draw to the close of another year An arbitrary space of time And to me only one thing is clear That out of the minutes does climb Despite all the doom and the pressure Despite all my weakness and fails No matter my railing at life No matter my aches and my wails I am loved by the people around me My wife and my smiling son If life is a human race Then I concede I have won.
One light out A film of grime Kicked up from the road Travelled on Switches broken Things won’t turn on Or off Squeals and grinds And groans Deflation Thirsty Dim My car And me
Silver spar pierces the heart Quivering Threatening to break Silver slit steals into the dark Thrumming The peace and the feel Silver streak mars the black Revealing The years and the pain Like rain In a dark forest
Always silver, never gold. Never warm, always cold No longer young but old Never saved always sold
Blood soaked steel The sword of a knight Held up proud Aloft and bright He hums to himself
“For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given, and the government shall be upon His shoulder; and His name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace”
With banshee scream He storms on down To hammer home peace.
Mercury sang to his mother A plea for help against a world That loved his every word and deed But hated his most secret thoughts They would not accept what he was In the deepest part of his soul When will the world catch up With the genius and the lover When can the Mercury Mothers Love their sons’ very hearts
Swimming in infinity Our thoughts and words and deeds Seeking out affinity Where ideas can become seeds And grow beyond the fates Of our everyday lives And open up the gates where potentiality thrives
Two Ribbons Of mist Hang Twirling slowly Around him Sitting Silent In his cage A cage of Gold chains And Silver bars Built of responsibility Parenthood Husbandhood Manhood The cage compresses The darkness that Fills it Darkness surrounds him Tries to engulf him But the ribbons of mist Twirl Slowly As he waits Until One Day
So we worry like old men On the road to night again Wondering what the dawn will bring Will we hear the lonely blackbird sing And then the heart beats a skip once more as our dreams falter
Complex systems crowd our minds Light penetrating through the blinds Nowhere safe to settle down our thoughts No reprise to high ethereal courts And so we close our eyes to the blinding light and slowly we falter
Solid waters chills our bones Sitting in the orange cones Going nowhere on this winding road Never understanding the blinking code So we ride on ignorance and bliss and never alter
We create darkness Where we can’t explain Powerful darkness Dark Matter Holds the universe together Dark Energy Expands it fast But most powerful of all Dark Ignorance This will tear us apart
Dark gathering cloud Brooding and beautiful Waiting for the flash of light The spark The piercing blue-white crack And the wind The raw whipping wind And the release of rain and the rainbow
The scarlet of fire from a barrel of a gun. The scarlet of heat from the blast of a bomb. The scarlet of rockets arcing through the air. The scarlet of eyes shot through with fear. The scarlet of fields and memories of those buried there. The scarlet of blood spilt without care on brow and cheek. This scarlet deep so precious and deep is of Mars.
The green of the forest where animals play without bounds. The green of summer and nature bursting to be alive. The green of shoots born by birds in clear skies. The green of reeds by river banks where we sleep and dream. The green of the sea surrounding with safety our precious land. The green of fields where people walk together hand in hand. This green so verdant so desired and calm is of Venus.
The silver of stars darting here and there with lightening speed. The silver of water tumbling in the sun from land to land. The silver of salt crusted on the sails bringing people close. The silver of an aeroplane shining in the air letters written there. The silver from the earth delicately stretched and turned wires spreading far. The silver of a firework broadcasting sparks of joy to gathered friends. This silver bright wondrous and bright is of Mercury.
The orange of sunrise mighty and full of heart bringing praise in singing. The orange of a marigold around which children dance and parents’ hearts leap. The orange of a drink splashed down laughing throats a thirst to quench. The orange of a car painted by a child all wobbly and bright. The orange of a paper wrapped around a gift unexpected surprise. The orange of a mandarin hanging in the tinsel succulent and ripe. This orange happy bright and full of joy is of Jupiter.
The yellow of an eye weary, deep and wise, heavy with rheum. The yellow of a page of a leather-bound book heavy ancient tome. The yellow of a contract signed in years gone by fulfilled with honour. The yellow of a poster faded in the sun promises long forgotten. The yellow of a leaf discarded by the road crumpled and dry. The yellow of grass scorched in the summer sun toughened by the trial. This yellow old filled with wisdom and pain is of Saturn.
The purple of a cloak whose owner dazzles all leaving them perplexed. The purple of a cloth on a table still with artefacts old. The purple of a box with secrets held inside only he may know. The purple of a book engraved with secret signs full of ancient rites. The purple of a smoke that grants your heart’s desires with forbidden fires. The purple of time between day and night where fairies play. This purple, magical drenched with ancient lore is of Uranus.
The blue of an evening sky and strange signs in the air for those who look. The blue of pools deep unchartered waters with creatures strange. The blue of visions and misty wandering ghosts speaking from the grave. The blue of eyes that hypnotise and gaze into pasts unveiled. The blue of lights shining in the north reflected in the ice. The blue of sparks floating in the air in the woods. this blue so mystical beautifully unexplained is of Neptune.
Scott Andrew Bailey - Author 