Days followed in similar duress
and advice flowed with likened stress,
so the crown fell heavy on the brow
of "He" who was the ship's bow,
the leader of the pack -
and simultaneously the supportive back.

The thrown room became a battleground
of wisdoms - lost and found,
words and letters dwelt all around
yet there was no definition in compound,
thus the complex differentiations amassed
with interest, to the King's distress - alas.

The Fool's disparages echoed through the room
and it seemed these calls did assume
a semblance of knowledge - almost genius,
thus the King examined the Fool's genesis.

Heritage is a funny thing,
nothing to a Fool - important to a King,
and with shrieks of laughter's joy
the Joker eluded the King's ploy -
to leave a trail of broken lines
that lead only to the beginning behind.

With the passing of the day
the King faded to grey
forcing the Fool to relent
from his joke of torment -
for a kingdom without a King
was just as a sibling
a lost and directionless child
destined to run wild.

Thus the Fool spoke to the King
of learned passages - in hoping
the tide could be turned from destruction,
but too late to change the King's Construction
from his morbid State of disarray,
so the Joker called the tune for today.

Desperate moments flew through the realm's corridors
as it was rumoured prime picking for a war,
but the Joker's diligence turned the file
of Knights and foot soldiers - for a while,
till could be shown that the Kingdoms' might
need not be tested in a bloody fight.

So it has come full circle - for
the King now plays in costumes galore
with clear sound mind - while the Jester frowns,
"The joke was indeed the thing -
for the Joker was now the King!"
 ~
BEYOND DEATH'S DOMAIN
If there were a time -
a time and a place to be
it could be here
if ever here could ever be defined!
A whisper of a promise
a hope of life eternal,
the chance that there could be
a time and a place eternal.
Yet to live forever
is such a foreboding thing,
the answer to an unasked question
a question that needs an answer,
an answer as only God can make.
Still time’s clock never rests
there is never time for time
and as for God -
there is always time for God...
~
CANDLE
The tower seemed that of wax
and was lit just before dusk,
a striking of a great match
and placement on wick -
so the flames conception came.

Hot wax fed the wicks need
so the flame of love
cast romantic dispersions
throughout the room,
in a way it was eerie
for the shadows and light flickered
creating images for the imagination
to play with endlessly.

But just as the mood swings
the heart takes charge,
thus blackened thoughts are banished
to the realms of cynics and disbelievers,
the sweet air smiled again
a slight flicker - an innocent waft of smoke
and dedications purpose is reasserted
to remain always there after.

I give it one more glance
while it grows lower,
and with a grin I remember -
of previous times in courtship;
stolen moments removed from life's torment,
little phrases spoken in touches passion,
looks that only dedications eyes can bare,
yes these were good times
never can depression overpower me -
for all I have to do is summon them
with the call of a candle's devotion.

The shimmering light caresses my impishness
thus changing its continence;
softening it, molding it,
relaxing the coordinated muscle retraction
that make up our repertoire of expressions,
and as the light fades as in the end it must do -
the warmth that fades in front of me
gathers in the essence of my being
to bring to my lips a hopeful refrain -
“Put a candle out for me - my love!”
~
CHANNELS
Channels in the mind
forever look behind -
to moments of afore
beyond life’s revolving door.
Shards fall from yesterday -
shows of tomorrow’s play,
places in histories essence
locked by time’s dominance.
We are travelers in time -
random impulses in the mind,
the dimensions remain fixed,
time is the mind’s variable - mixed.
Mind your channels,
look behind the hidden panels -
seek the pattern to find
an answer you have in mind.
~
CHILD
A shallow pool swam with inspiration
and I looked at the mirrored image there,
was that me - after so many years
more than a single glance was needed.
From the depths of reality
I remembered a whispered promise -
"Man, you shall be more than one"
and wondered where I was bound.
 "We are born to die" is the creed
and there is only one need,
there must be more I hear you say,
I agree, life is a never-ending mystery.
The wind caresses the trees
as a small hand falls into mine
with but a simple smile I am greeted -
suddenly nothing else matters.
Such is the nature of a child
the child within
the child without...
~
CIRCUMVENT
A butterfly is a beautiful thing
fragile as the finest porcelain,
yet limber enough to survive the winds
of life in all their blowings.
So the mysteries of nature abound,
though we believe we are the masters
of this world and universe
still the creatures around us
elude our understandings even now.
~
DOOR INTO SUMMER
From behind and beyond
a willow bends to the wind
as yellow leaves fall silently,
the yellowed grass transforms
from vivid hews to mellow green -
then is shaded to yellow again
with a shower of leaves.
The hollows fill with liquid
as rivers run deep with emotion,
skies of blue are banished
to be substituted with grey upon grey,
the light is subdued to subservience
while “Inside” is transformed to a world away.
Behind closed doors and windows
we huddle in warm refuges -
reading, watching, playing, loving,
ignoring the cold onslaught
patiently waiting for that time
when we again can find
the door into summer.
~
DUEL DUALITIES
Duality -
oh the duality of it all,
there was a time
there is a time,
there was hope
there still is -
 we were young (in body)
and still are in mind.
Looking forward I see back
looking back I see forward,
everything is everything else
life is interwoven with complexities
and yet everything is separate.
Have you ever stopped to reason
do you dream of endless parallels -
for you see I do and I wonder -
I wonder what is the existence called “Life”
are we dreaming all this
are the other characters in our lives
part of the eternal dream
or are we part of their’s...
~
EDIFY OF LENSES
He was just a man
living a life normal,
working through the day
relaxing after - till sleep.
In his earlier years
he lived alone naturally,
there was never any question
about his normality in life.
But as is mans' destiny
eventually he took a wife,
and their life together
was rewarding in all aspects.
In the early hours
his bride would wake occasionally
to find him standing by the bed,
like a statue - unapproachable.
At first she doubted herself
for every morning he would be there
warm, affectionate, full of life!
Her nightmare continued
spasmodically through the seasons
till one night she awoke,
it had been a sweltering day
so they had discarded night attire and duvet,
in the moonlights glare she saw him
 standing in the same place by the bed
as if guarding her from harm,
 then she noticed with a stare
that she could see right through him!
Closing eyes tight she lay back
and willed herself to wake,
after a few moments she tried again -
to face the same dilemma.
Slowly as if in disbelief
she approached her beloved warily
“Yes - it was true!” she gasped
then with timid hand reached out,
he was as cold as stone -
and transparent like glass.
What was happening to her?,
“Am I going mad!... someone help me!”
sinking back to bed she studied his features,
it was her husband all right - no doubt,
then she realised he was not totally transparent
for there was something in his chest,
and as she stared it came apparent
it was his heart, and it was beating!
This was too much for her -
she rolled up in the foetal position
and rocked herself to a troubled sleep.
On awakening she was cradled in his arms,
they kissed and he smiled affectionately
“If I ever lost you my love...” he begun
“I think I would be shattered...”
She no longer wakes in the night
to look for her love - he is there,
love is in the eyes of the beholder,
and she has seen the glass focused
 on the true heart of her love - beating!
~
EMOTION
From space to space
from eye to eye
 our emotions float
like clouds cross the sky.
We look to ourselves
then to those around
and wonder at the nature
in which we are bound.
So the days are numbered
from beginning to end
where we look to ourselves
yet in all to find a friend.
~
IT ONLY TAKES
It only takes a single ray
to fill the room with colour

it only takes a single hope
to fill the heart with courage

it only takes a single dream
to fill day with direction

it only takes a single goal
to fill mortality with purpose
&
it only takes a single love
to fill your heart with everything.
~
SHATTER THE BONDS
There is subterfuge in the air
from those who do fear
that their lives will show
how hollow they do flow.
Yet we all continue on
somehow gathering strength from song
which lures us forever forward
 while the past yearns - so morbid.
We now are the ones - of test
look to yourself - forget the rest,
life is too short to squander
thus become “One” - do not ponder!
When next you see “Love” - in chance
seize it with both hands - romance,
this is indeed a beautiful thing
     likened to new flowers in spring.
    And as the association matures
you will find time no longer lures
with quite the same daunting -
now there is an alternative pointing.
Together you shall indeed be one
and from this point on your fun
will continue - on and on, to glow
with love - leading to the final blow
that shall shatter the bonds - of doubt
which bind us all - from the start.
~
STRENGTH
Only the strong survive -
a fist but a physical coward
a harsh word a weak thought betrayed
a sneer less than a word’s worth -
hate the first step in emotional suicide.
Look passed the animal feelings,
see a little of man’s potential and promise
live from a common perspective
rather than one animal against the rest
and maybe just maybe we will be...
Only the strong will survive
but who is to say the nature of strength.
~
SUBCONSCIOUS
1. a long road is an illusion
2. in every road there is reality
3. trees are indominal
4. unbending trees break
5. “life” - is to avoid pain
6. there is no gain without pain
7. each moment is unique
8. to time each moment is like the rest
9. freedom is obtainable to everyone
10 freedom is a slave to independence
The grass grew slowly -
the sealed roads ran barren,
no soul appeared to banish the weeds
for mankind had expired
in a horrible moment of error.
Cities cried with gaping windows
broken to remain unrepaired,
the national grid still fed the network
but only the automatic systems
were left to feed upon its strength.
No sound issued to the wind
except an infrequent reflex function
by some aimless electrical device.
  Then I awoke to find this mayhem,
where was - and who was...I?
Rising from where I lay
a search was made to find someone - anyone!
So with horn blaring
I drove and drove and drove -
till my system could stand no more,
I stopped and cried!
All those annoying, frustrating people
how I hated their constant -
bickering and fighting,
how I wished for their return!
Sitting in the middle of the square
I felt as if I had the world to myself -
a feeling like no other,
had I missed the end somehow,
skipped with devilish malice
sentenced to wander the streets
till insanity tipped the scales.
Then I awoke to find mayhem,
people at each other in endless battle
and I reveled in the sound...!
  11 solitude builds character
12 no one can live totally alone
13 some think material things are to be strived for
14 objects give no pleasure if unshared
15 incessant conversation can bring insanity
16 no conversation can bring insanity
17 all thoughts have freudian connotations
18 needless thought invents freudian analogies
19 dreams show subconscious aspirations
20 waking moments strive to fulfill the subconscious...
~
TIME BEYOND THE RAINBOW
How will it be my love
 when there is time -
time beyond the rainbow
shall there be stars to shine
or will my tears fall down.
And when we find an answer
can there ever be time -
time beyond the rainbow?
Does hair get in your eyes,
do the rains cloud your smile,
do your arms lack the courage -
or a heart shrink from touching!
Or will you find
there can be a time -
time beyond the rainbow.
Years shimmer with ease
while definition loses perspective,
a daydream becomes reality
as reality becomes a daydream.
Yet I think you will find
there can be a time -
time beyond the rainbow.
   Time beyond the rainbow.
This is where we all
live to find the call,
’tis where we want to be
a special place in infinity.
Step outside the bonds
escape the marks of time
play fate for a fool
outshine a dull existence
and while the clouds depart
watch the sky's suggestion
a flicker of light
a refraction of hope’s spectrum.
Beyond this show will lie
the reality of your dreams,
and as you step by them
an answer will be found -
found to be lost,
till the next of courage
finds time, time beyond the rainbow!
~
YOU AND ME
Salt and sea
together mixed with evolution
water and tea
together mixed with perfection
pod and pea
together mixed with connection
family and tree
together mixed with direction
ontology and reality
together mixed with decision
cloth and accoutre
together mixed with fashion
lock and key
together mixed with imprison
love and thee
together mixed with compassion
me and she
together mixed with emotion
you and me
together mixed with affection
life and we
together mixed with oblivion.
~
WE ARE TIME BOUND
There were two hearts
there were two lions,
and in each sphere
a roar of pure delight
did reach out to encompass
all those who could sense
a relevance in such a calling.
And as the sound echoes
down the long corridors of time,
a passage in life is made
by us - one and all.
Fleeting glimpses of hinted possibilities
float before our eyes -
and our destiny is determined
by how we grasp these visions,
leading to their becoming reality
with a silent cry...
“Oh how I wish!”
So the moments go
with ever persistent flow,
but worry not in this
for dream’s reality will kiss
you in your travels if
your heart cries as a lion
for all to see and hear,
Look!!!
See!!!
even now time’s shroud
is starting to tear....
 ~
Z - END
It is you know,
you know it wouldn't show -
if we really didn't know
the show - to end the show...
K.J.J.
.
(P.S The world needs to have a direction
we need to find in ourselves each other
if we don't find that wisdom
then we are just as we are...)

BYEE!