Cold cold day

A cold day
A time to move into the sun
To shine with sun's warmth
The temptations of a new day
A better moment
Than the torment of the cold morning

And what warmth music creates
Charming your spirits to new heights
And beautiful country scenery
Makes you to smile in joy
Despite the cold morning
A great epic journey has began

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Musical Nostalgia

I walk alone
Alone in the empty back streets in town
They say they had a clown
A displaced man staring with his head bowed down

I am still alone
Feeling the time gone
With my mass of self torn
And a simple touch on my phone
I dwell no more on the phoney calls
The sea tide rises and falls twice a day

I am alone
But not aloof to the ways of life
Because by some means of Grace I make a day
Each day becomes as fresh as forest air
And each rest I have,
I take it with the sounds of music
Not with the noisy pounds of daily life

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Sleep No Man Desires

There is a sleep no man desires
There is something about that sleep
That sends fear down the hearts of men
That world unknown yet revered by fear
That surrounds a man when he goes to sleep

It is the sleep of the tired women
It is the sleep of the defeated elands
It is the sleep that makes the hyenas laugh
It is the sleep that feeds the vultures
It is the sleep that no man loves
But is the eventual sleep for all that breaths

It is the sleep of paradise
A paradise so desired for good deeds on earth
Yet it is the sleep that hounds the aged and the poor
A sleep that embraces the dying
A sleep that knows no class
It is the silent sleep on angels' chariots

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Letter to my Father.

If I try to go back into the hands of time
I can't recall the first day of my life
But with care and affection from mom I grew up
With the passing of age to school I went

Father you made me go to school
You made me keen to be in class
And saintly made me take pen and paper
And painted my books with a the colours of my writing

I must apologise my father
Despite the years in class I am not a doctor
Nor a pilot or a lawyer or the teacher you intended
Because I got tired of the books
When I could not cook the answers
I walked out of school

But father do not scold me
Nor poor cold water on my path
Cool down your wrath and smile

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