I Miss YouIt's horrible to say thatMy only way of expressing myselfIs toSing or to writeSongs which seem to have no meaning forYouOr me because history reads there is noUs
Through Your EyesIt was through your eyes that I was able to see,The dark, the light, the grey in-between.Although you only see in black and white,I know that your heart and mind are set right.You wish to run, to explore the world,But without us to return to, in a ball you are curled.Without your ever joyful presence I fear,That I will be losing something very dear:A soul that knows no evil,A mind ever eager,A tail which is never motionless,A friend, who is always there.When I speak my fears aloud,By you, my mind unclouded.So never run away,Don't leave me here astray.
Spring has sprungScent of flowers everywhereOne cannot help but stareFor the beauty surrounds us soAs another season comes and goesTightly coiled for so longBut here we areSpring has sprung
EpistleDearest Autumn, jaded with rainWearily drearily forced to remainI miss your September joie de vivreBright skirts flying, blue-eyed and naiveOctober leaves left, abandoned in flightYour luminous palette is shaded toward nightI knit anamnesis to swaddle your hauntsFrom skeins of yearn, and bundles of wantPensive and wistful, my traveling MuseWanderlust winging the cold avenuesForethought and hindsight, alight in your eyes — November acceptance has rendered you wise.
our friend darksilent and strong to the corein the beginning was there beforeever vigilant guarding spaceholding all the stars in placefaithful companion to the lightalways there out of sightnever judges eternally securequietly takes in all our fearnurturing solace rapturous expansestirring emotions igniting romanceperfect foil to cold bright starkimagine life without our friend dark
One should never worry....One should never worry about the future, but wisely create it through intelligent future choices and actions. Of course to do this, you must draw from your past lessons that gave you experience and knowledge...
Deep BlueWill you compare the deep blue to the sky?Great expanse - seemingly untouchable,The vivid hues of blue, an old-time dye,Depths or heights seemingly unreachable,We should dive and meet the king of the sea,No, not that lobster, I forget his name,Majestic creature too grand to foresee,But quick would he devour objectors,Beckon so sweetly, entice them and crush,Protect them most dear, withhold their tremors,His subjects become some harsh deathly hush,And now, will he rule with great tyranny?Let the deep blue create the symphony.
Tar filled seaWhy is there black everywhere I see?Black in the sky,wrapped deeply with the fumes & contamination.Black in the sea,covered awkwardly with oil & tar.Onyx in the eyes of those around me.Why do these leaves bleed blood?Why do these humans cry air?Why do these animals scream for help?!Why am I constantly fighting to breathe??What is with this tar filled sea?
Sandy MoonRippling sands of timewave across the night skyundulating by the moonon its path, arched so highSilhouetting all aboutcreating striking designsacross this beautiful orbleaving sandy fine linesThe bright rays of the moonspreading light across the landsshrubs swaying in the foregroundfeeling like waving handsWith soft hues of autumnfloating on winged beamsas the moon follows its pathdwelling in the land of dreams© Lissie Bull 2014
Hidden Sleeper......a gentle purring can be heardthe slight jungle of a bellthere must be a cat somewhere aboutcreating a mesmerizing spelllook in the warmest spot you knowand there you`ll find this feline bundlecurled up snug as a bug in a boxall comfy in this urban jungleit`s quite amazing where she ends upin these places that are so uniqueshe`s sleeping soundly out of sightmaking this room her own sweet boutiquesleep on, my sweet hidden sleepersurrounded by books, bags and blockspurr gently as you continue to dreamin your full but snug cardboard box© Lissie Bull 2014
Pumpkins at HalloweenOh my, there`s a pumpkin on my door stepIn the light of day it looks very sadSo cold and dead, should I throw it away?It has a face carved that makes it look madHowever when the night time comes aroundIt`s a different story, for it lights up brightWith an evil grin and sharp pointed teethMakes you feel it`ll jump up at you and biteBut for me it`s the frightening eyes that stareThey appear to watch you where ever you goWill they turn you into a zombie nowAs you try to go past that grotesque glowBut remember on this Halloween NightWith the Witches, Ghouls and Zombies aroundThat the pumpkin head is there to protectAll lit up to ward off evil abound.© Lis Bull 2013
43. Nature's FuryThey trip and stagger as they scramble to fleeno caring what they trample to escape in stampede;the sky begins twisting, howling in rage,an animal of raw power escaping its cage.It lashes out quickly whipping your facethis first warning leaving a stinging, red, disgrace.With a temper so violent it lacerates trees(making some bend and then breaking their knees)the beast flings aside buildings and carries debriswrecking its own path filled with the scree,On it will rampage until it looses speeddissolving its anger, calming its need.The damage is shocking, death toll unsureand this little tantrum was quite demure,although its now in a contented statethe beast is raw power, will not hesitate.
Four Times A YearSeasons changeFour times a yearSome bringing joyOthers tearsBut whilst the wind may turn to rainThe colours of Autumn are here once again