Sam CW Blog
Thursday 15 June 2017
Money & Freedom
Money:
Wanted by many
And attainable for all
Yet never enough
Freedom:
Forever
Renewing
Eternal
Enticing
Desires
Of
Men
Extra-Ordinary
Extra-Ordinary Celebrate the ordinary A meadow not a maze Seize the day For the simpler moments endure A childhood swing hits deeper Than the greatest rollercoaster could. The buzz of life, suffice, suffice! I’m spinning out of control Living by the weekend Becomes by the day No time to take stock The child in me wants to step off the roundabout And get back on the swing
Rolling
Rolling
Rolling onwards out of control
Exhausted with existence
The great “I am”
Turning into “I wasn’t”
Memories and hopes
Merge into one
And leave an emptiness
I am lost on a path of endless roads
The never ending twists and turns
Things get better, so they say
If only I could find a way
Motivation
Motivation
It is hard to get the motivation
Though full of great intention and good will
Our resolve eroded by temptation
The hourglass of time just will not stand still
Alternatives eating away at us
The lure of taking the easy way out
The lure of taking the easy way out
Run ten kilometers or get the bus
Taking the easy option fuels self-doubt
Less is more - the habitual problem
The easy addiction of apathy
Trying to elevate from the bottom
Going through every day absently
Wanting to achieve our aspirations
We must work on our foundations
Sunday 11 June 2017
Thursday 1 December 2016
Treasure Island
Found Poem
Lord of the Flies by William Golding
Pages: 1, 4, 6, 8, 10, 11, 30, 36, 43, 46, 74
The sun in the west
Was a drop of burning gold
That slide nearer
And nearer
The shore was fledged with palm trees
Reclined against the light
Their green feathers were a hundred feet up in the air
A mile away
The white surf linked the dark open sea
Blue of the sky dimmed with mist
Raindrops fell pattering, rippling the surface of the water
Yet, the lagoon was still as a mountain lake
The water hissed as the rain grazed the steamy earth
Casting visions of red and yellow
A gold light danced upon shimmering water
Little breezes crept across the sand
A single blue flower quivered
The bushes were dark evergreen
Many buds and aromatic
Wax green, folded up against the light
Through the looped fantasy of forest creepers
And over heaps of sharp stone
The silence was so complete
The sill of the world
All at once they were aware
Of the evening as the end
Of light and warmth
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