Sunday, 24 March 2013

My Ode to Joy

Joy, a simple human pleasure,
Daughter of the one divine,
God's one closely guarded treasure,
A placement on the holy shrine,
Created from the sparks of thunder,
A magic born from bursts of light,
We as brothers join in wonder,
Our wings ablin from restless flight.

Luck with those of favour's fortune,
To have another as a friend,
More to have a love's affection,
Jubilation among all men,
A mark of life on the very soul,
A beam of light has struck the earth,
Heat beneath the darkest coals,
Relieves the cold around the hearth.

Joy, a drink to all life's creatures,
Upon the first of nature's bloom,
A toast to all life's ornate features,
Followed down a rose clad coombe,
A tender kiss from her pure lips,
And a friend forever until death,
A gift of wine from which we sip,
A closeness to feel her subtle breath.

Joyful, as our sun still flies,
Across our maker's bold design,
We run our race among the skies,
Nature upon her beaut sublime,
Even down with Earth's hellhaftlings,
Joyful smiles are seen to gleam,
Redemption upon those cursed things,
Joy will enhance the living dream.

Joy, a symbol of devotion,
Happiness through song and less,
Simple love and fond emotions,
soothing like your child's caress,
E'en a friend may be your brother,
A firm bond not bound by blood,
E'en a sister, or your mother,
Brings silence to the deafening thud.

Joy is yet still but one word,
One to state what's been always there,
Attraction between common people,
Common bonds that we all share,
Upon the tallest of all mountains,
Peace brought with the strongest Dove,
Over seas of clouds we're certain,
Nothing compares between the soul and love.

Tuesday, 5 February 2013

Fire and Fury

Shall the end be the void?
And the realm in darkness?
Shall our freedoms be destroyed?
A nations worth be less?

It has only just begun,
our binds have just been set,
the curse has just been sung,
now a group of leaders pet.

Being told what to do,
force fed to us our dinner,
some words without a clue,
Rage brought unto a simmer.

Repressed to us our passion,
forced unto a blight,
our expressions mostly ashen,
must we resort to fight?

Must we need one culture,
brothers bound by chains,
told we must mature,
thoughts that must be slain.

Brothers forced together,
forced against their will,
each without their freedom,
one an urge to kill.

Oppression of a people,
laws we can't abide,
we're without our say,
when fire and fury collide.

When brothers are in rage,
in their pain they shall unite,
to destroy the words and page,
to bring about their rights,

A vision of fury in every heart,
with flames that make them stumble,
revolution turned to the finest art,
flames that make a building crumble.

The leader is a martyr,
with his freedom as his soldiers,
as the crumbled turns to ash,
a new path we choose to sculpture,

From the fires and the ash,
we choose our new lives,
a Phoenix born from death,
the beauty begins to thrive,

Nations of cooperation,
of alliance, wealth and trade,
all to answer to each others calls,
all our debts repaid.

Out of war and violence,
a utopia shall be born,
our freedoms shall be recompensed,
a new pedestal without scorn.

Together but apart,
it's better off this way,
to the roles we now can act,
the paths we like to play.