Eternal Slumber

Dear all, this will be my last entry due to some unforeseen circumstances...... for those who have kindly poured in your comments, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. As William Shakespeare says, To be or not to be... famous words but how many of us know what it truly means... nothing last forever... till next time my friends... hibernation mode..... ON (for how long....... I don't really know)

The Snail

The snail slow and steady
Has a tale to tell
of dark secrets & hidden past
too morbid to soothsay
Maybe I will write a book
Or even a novel of romance, horror and perhaps even lust
but alas the truth of what presents
of lies, facades and twisted fates
of what seemed real now becomes surreal
many thought the snail was gone
quished and squashed
liquified and evaporated

Deceptions aside & hope beckons
everything has a time and place
Purpose and reason for existence of such
that comes a day of reckoning
when the past will be relived
people thought computers die
when formated and complicated
but none would have known
knowledge was king
with registry still intact
the truth will be revealed
and the future will be predicted
HAHAHAHA
the day will come
when the good will triumph and the bad will be ..........

Forget all this
sport for Man and creatures alike
The snail has his own perils to deal with
of waiting and waiting and waiting some more
Just say YES the mind screams
and wails at the top of its voice
NOW is the word
NOW is the time
NOW is what I want most to hear
You know that NOW

NOW

Reading a book
Titled the Power Of Now
Simple title
Yet music to my ears
Nothing changes yet everything does
Why you ask
So did Socrates
Greatest Philosopher on Earth
Mentor to Plato
As all might have heard
Asking questions day and night
We might say he is curious
Others may call him nosy
Whatever it was
Whatever it is
He who does not know is the wisest
For the Oracle predicted so
that when asked who was the wisest of them all

Socrates was his name
He quivered he shook
He wondered it all
Does it make sense?
Who ever said that had to make sense?
When would be the right time to ask?
When would be the right time to act?
When would be the right time to say YES?
Socrates thought long and hard
forty scores and many nights
until he stumbled upon the answer.
If he waited, if he hesitated
One day would never come

He knew which word would be most befitting
A joyous ending to end all his woes and sorrows
To straighten his furrowed brows and ugly frown
To water the withered flower within his heart
The wisest of all Man dead or alive
There was to be none before him or none after him
There would only be one him, Socrates

And what better word to replace the fables and fairytales
of once upon a time or one day
than a simple word, a 3 lettered creation
NOW!
The question remains, when would NOW come?
Perhaps 1 day, 5 days or even 10 days from NOW
Keep thy promise, keep thy word
Your word is gold and treasure delight
NOW is the word I would most like to hear.

The TREE

A sapling spawned
The beginning of life
For this young seedling
To face a myriad of worlds
a land of unforeseen prophecies
To weather the torment of winds
And the patters of rain
Day after day
Night after night
Rain or shine
In life, opposites exist
Or so says the philosophers
Nothing from nothing
Everything from everything
That everything exist for a reason
broken into its elements four
of air, water, fire and earth
spring forth the gift of life

Challenges rose and troubles brewed
Yet in the most enigmatic fashion,
Roots in place
flowers blossomed in sight
The chirping of birds
The greenery of leaves
A sight to behold
Almost wanton and sinful
to dwell in such an anastacia
of fantasy and make believe

Now strong and sturdy
A tree it has become
Branches with teak motif
Leaves of lush green, brown and red
A spectrum of colors
that only artists could capture
Untouched and untainted
by the concrete jungle
Forces of natures
where Angels dwell
and devils shun
A wonderous perspective into what life is
And what it could be

Years past
maybe 10 maybe 20
Numbers it just is
What has become of this tree?
A dreary sight
Tears streamed down the ducts of every eye
A withered spectacle
Of what it used to be
A single leaf falls in an almost dramatic dance
In melody with the cold winds that blow
sends shivers even in the bravest of us
A parched lake hangs beside our friend
Everything's gone
Everything's dead
Leaving behind a lonesome tree
to listen to the howls of the midnight wolf
Is it fear or is it sorrow
of what tommorow could lay