Europa Poets' Gazette No. 74

Those People
Those people who are blind of heart and can’t see
The difference between good and bad are staid,
They look beyond the stars where they may flee
Into themselves where fearful black holes wait.
A ship that travels deep inside your brain,
Where Grevilles of an alien world address
And prove to you that you were born to pain:
To haunting paranoiac fear, no less.
But then, when we confront and touch this fear,
We learn its weakness and its origin
And how it is created, when we veer
Away from claiming all that’s nourishing
To leave behind the chasms that are bad
To reach the summit of our destined fate.
A Dream
A dream, outside myself, of better times;
Of times, where all my cells co-operate;
A time where nothing stems the flowing rhymes;
A time when need and love communicate.
Then I shall see the sunset, hypnotised,
The glistening sea reflected in my eyes,
Then I must float on thermals, systemised,
Where souls attempt a journey Heaven-wise.
Where they use magic in this dream of life
And all hold hands and Lodge to become one,
When all belong within this merging hive
That makes life strive towards the rising sun.
I must confess that I would like to go
Where we can drown and die in life's sweet woe.
© Joe Lake