Progression, Suppression
Once upon along ago
Pioneers sailed over ocean flows
To start anew
in a different world
Where centuries later new flags unfurled
The
above appears reasonable to me
But it's the happenings to the Apache
and Cree
The Westward Movement was inevitable
Murderous chaos as
the indigenous fell
It's so easy to sit now and look back at the
past
Where our ancestors prospered, whilst theirs didn't last
Do
we look on in pride at our family tree
Never caring to the think
about the Cree, Apache
Borders will fall as others will be
encroached
Lands will be taken or politically poached
The Westward
Movement are white mans words
But for gunfire and greed, they may
never have been heard
Our First Unification
This morning I awoke in this wonderful place
I turned and viewed, the
most beautiful of face
She was lying beside me naked as birth
Blond
haired and tanned, being the first was worth
She opened her eyes
and prompted me to say
"My darling Eve you look beautiful today,
Your
fruitful body all pinky and peached,
Our first unification is about
to be seeked"
I stood, she arose as we headed to the stream
We
blessed each other in this land of dreams
Washing and caressing
under a sky so blue
Holding her to my heart this feeling of true
I
look into her eyes as I pull my Eve to me
"Take my hand and I shall
lead you to the tree.
Upon the ground we'll lay and reach within our
souls
For on this very day, we shall rejoice in our eternal extol"
As
we lay on the grass, with the roots of life all around
Plants and
animals of different species resonate our surrounds
The sky becomes
even bluer, whilst the sun rains down on us
Today's the day when
woman and man express their loving discuss
Below the tree I say
"Our moment will be so special, our fruits
will bear us son's. For we
are the worlds tomorrow, it's future
has just begun" We lie wrapped
in each other, consummating first love
To the skies we look we know
he's there looking down at us from above
Under the Moon of Love
My newly bride not too thin
On honeymoon she decided to slim
We
made love every night
Under the most lovely moonlight
And now the
wanting tide can come in
Fire and Water
From flow to flow, two
Classical elements meet.
Eclipsed by the sky
Panthera tigris altaica
A beauty so rare in it's habitat
Endangered they are by the human
brat
Like many others on our planet earth
Our greed devalues their
living worth
These Siberian Stripe-rs from the Trans-Caucasus
lands
To view it in it's wilds is a feeling of grand
But it's so
tragic to believe how few of them remain
Around five hundred and
twenty, live in their domain
Three hundred and fifty Kg's, with a
one metre tail
Panthera tigris altaica is the size of the male
In
China they are being reared to repopulate it's wilds
So generations
of our children, will deservedly smile
Will we ever learn that
they are entitled to be here
As us humans expand into their expanse
year after year
There has to be a time when respect is due to them
Then
our time has come to change from man to men
If the above does
not happen, we become the last two lines
Another species gone, this
most beautiful panthera feline
Imagine the moment when you look into
his eyes
There are millions of us, as their last one dies
Can You Look Up, As I Look Down
Your
Blind faith
Limits your
Souls to believe
You
The Gulf Between - Ekphrasis
It was on an 1953 issue, of Astounding Science Fiction
When Roger Taylor, a rock star, progressed with inspired conviction
The painter the band approached, was a Mr. Frank Kelly Freas
Who decided to alter his art, two parties in total agree
This painting illustrated the story, "The Gulf Between"
Inspiration finally hit home, an album cover, called "News of the World" by Queen
The alteration of his classic, includes the four members of the band
Two of them in deathly fall, whilst two are held in his hand
This giant intelligent robot was mourning the bands demise
For on the inside of this album cover, are the audience in deathly cries
If you enjoy the music of Queen, you will know the painting above
For those of you who do not, give your curiosity a shove