The Wright



Seven seas, surround the world tight,

But still we wallow in the mud of pain, clean naught,

What if all we need is a sea, eight,

What if all we need is not water large, but a small bight,

A sea line to dump all plight,

What if in this darkness, all we need is light,

Hope burning bright,

Illuminating, so we won’t lose sight,

Of a better day, even at night,

Fears, drowned not shaking our might,

What if all we need is not flight,

But selfless care, love slight,

A rock to tall stand, like a knight,

Shining armour on body dight,

And for love, fight.


I won’t be condemned a hopeless Wight,

A butterfly, wings I’ll flap, hope a love tornado I’ll height,

In my small way, make the wrongs right,

With a pen, fight,

Write the short falls, a tall height,

Work the foundation like a skilled wright,

Love and care a rock of weight,

Hope, a beam of light.


If only an ounce of wrong, I’ll right,

If only one burden lift from the world’s freight,

A butterfly proud will be a delight,

A love tornado wright…I’ll be hight.

And Life… LIVE

dont worry

The echo from the distant train,

Resounds, with the beat of my restless heart,

Lost in a world I am,

Where beauty,

Is only sunrise and sunset,

Pilfering fingers of worry,

Engulfing night and day…


Evening, dawn for the firefly,

Does it, ever worry,

If the wind, will tomorrow blow,

For it to ride, and flap its wings,

Will another day, dusk,

For it to again, bloom.


Happiness, is vapor in the mist,


If ever you find a hold, embrace it,

And like a firefly,

Spread wings of no worry,

The dark, light

And life… Live.


Those With Depth…

beach landscape sea tree water nature outdoor ocean silhouette sky sun sunrise sunset night sunlight morning lake dawn river summer vacation travel dusk evening orange reflection color scenery clouds beauty florida tropical climate sun down

Beauty lies in the storm,

When the silver lining is what we phantom,

Beauty lies in the night,

When the moon and stars are knights,

There is beauty in the ocean,

When its waves…are calmed.


Beauty in silence,

Stillness in the dark, the river flows,

We enjoy the calmness,

Never thinking of the battles and chaos,

It has gone through,

We never think of the rough ages,

It had to grow through,

We never see the rough edges,

It had to smoothen,

All that’s clear is the roughages,

That favourite muse,

That the mind feeds on,

We never see the beauty of the stories,

That the river tells.



For every mountain,

There was once an eruption,

For every smile,

The was once a tear,

For every victory,

There was once a war

Reason why,

Those with depth,

Have the lowest volume.


Beneath the beauty,

There is the UNSPOKEN…