CHAPTER 3 Puzzles
The Bags
There’s a trenchant air surrounding every
stranger’s face that harrows you.
The clock is ticking again.
It’s been one minute twenty since
you last looked at your watch.
You took the batteries from it, but it’s still
bothering your faltering patience.
The pattern of the leaves seems annoying;
there’s nothing stopping you
from packing your bags and leaving.
It’s time to move on to another place,
and another time. ‘Let’s get away from here’,
you resound in your head.
There’s another man following you,
he’s probably from the government.
He’s watching everything you do,
and he has an earpiece,
he won’t hurt you if you run away.
What’s stopping you?
The wind is blowing in your face
— it must be God laughing
at your misfortune.
And a black bird has squawked three times;
that’s a danger sign isn’t it?
It’s time to pack your bags
and leave this town once and for all;
the ticking clock of fate will never leave you.
If you run away, those omens may be vanquished.
Jewel
Diamond of passion
her beauty has shone within,
lighting up the face,
Delicate
Daisy chains of love
Cycle of birth and rebirth,
waiting for the truth
Delusions
Mystic light and dark,
held together by a thought
Dreaming of the world
Darkness
Poison in the dark,
a chalice for the mind’s eye,
hidden from the light
Creation
Power of the mind,
inside every walk of life,
balanced by design
Death (Of My Hero)
Death - a never-ending denial
The day of torment with life’s guile
Hate and anger swell inside
Depression is where love hides.
The family mourns with peace,
as the flames of hell increase
Expiring out with his last breath,
for the lesson of life - is death!
Acceptance
My life is a ‘disturbance,
of thought’. The recurring
dream of mental perceptions,
those old ‘stumbling blocks’
of sephiroth. And the illusion of
life is that we are different, but
in disagreement and chaos.
Yet we must not be ‘too quick to
anger, for there are lessons to be
learned and obstacles to be
overcome. And when it seems
that our ‘enemies’ are a stranger
in our midst, let’s always
say: ‘How did it come to this?’
Because wars are far too plenty,
and both parties must understand
that we do not always have to
agree. For we always do
agree that we are ‘right’, and
they are ‘wrong’. It takes
patience to learn properly,
and it leads to wonders
of the heart. A mind that
finds happiness is the same
that knows that the wisdom
of life’s love is a winding
river of hope which leads
to acceptance
Living on the Ward
Where is my patience
on this ward?
My pills are late in working
Why are my friends
on this ward?
My heart, it is still beating
Where is my conscience – is it
asleep on this ward?
My zombie nurses keep
on waking
Where is time? Is it lost
on every ward?
My brain — it is erasing!
Water Ecstasy
Water high upon
magical tear-drops of love,
crying rainbow dreams
Worlds Apart
Gentle hearts live
inside a life of confusion.
Sufferers of mental
scars are not accepted by themselves,
yet they still desire to be heard.
And they say ‘all roads lead
to Rome’, but the wise travel the less worn
path. They grow up to stand out,
and rebel against the
sleeping generation of appeasers.
Some say they will never follow the world,
but that’s because they are worlds apart!
Mortals
The price of love is
overshadowed by the eagerness of
conceit. How pleasing for those
who are fortunate to love!
What need is there for kisses,
when the love of money is
more powerful? Those
fools lose their sight,
with the heart, as they wave
goodbye to wealth. But the
love of others is often the
higher price of mortality,
and is its treasure
Suffering
Senses torn apart
Held together by a dream
Madness is the cure
Mysteries
Mystery of ‘dreams’
Hidden code resembles life
Lies sedate the mind
She (Guides Me)
Pebble beach of sand
Faith upon the shore,
Love has been an island
My heart is made pure.
Earth of living nature
Raise the mountains higher,
A life built by these hands
Will guide a new desire
Turbulent tides of water
Powers inside the sea
Let these storms subside
Now my waves run free
Wind of raging forces
Chaos from the dark
Free my restless warrior
and then let out the spark
Images within a mind
Woman of symbolic reality
Like a river flowing
The holy trinity
Moon of darkest night
Help the spirit shine
Put your arms around me
My path, it is divine
Pretending
You are calm and
able to speak a
word that coveys the
wonderful feelings
inside your heart, and
yet deep inside you
are only hiding a
smile that once a
year has a spirituality.
And those heroes
in your comic books
are just memories
when once they were
real. But tell me: who
is pretending? When
the world is so cruel,
the one of joy and
happiness takes over
Salt Water
Paranoia’s loss
is a love from high above,
stained with salt water
Suggestion
The adverts on TV, or
a partially racist man,
who lacks his own love.
The crime show that
educates the masses,
or those who do not
read. A casual off the
cuff remark, which
leaves a sour taste
in the mouth. The skin
cream which tricks
women into parting
money. A song which
blinds us with the fog
of misery. And videos
which blur money and
success with status,
and adulation. They
all have a power which
the wheels of my mind
Cannot ignore!