Reflections in the golden eye ...

We are reflections in the golden eye
of day's new face, as we pass by,
and all the sights and sounds
and all the things we know
are shapes upon the stage,
within the magic
lantern's colored glow.

In metaphor I measure out
these things, not knowing if
they're real or my imaginings,
but my perception tells me they are real,
with gain and loss on human nature's spinning wheel.

Life is tested, time and time again, in bold relief,
and entropy's disordered randomness
has turbulence masquerading as it's thief.


Poem by John Prime
Reflections in the golden eye.mp3
Voice Reading (mp3) by John

Better blessed life.

I close my eyes and pray
And hope for a brighter day
That I may find the way

To live a better life
In this world where badness is rife

I pray and hope to recieve
Wisdom and guidance to live
A life worthy of living
I know my heart is willing

But it's my mind that lacks the will
'Cause it's corrupt and it's ill
And it cannot clearly percieve
The right and proper way to achieve

A life of happiness and satisfaction
And a life free of transgression

I pray with all my heart
That I may have the guts
To face all my fears and pain
So that I may finally gain

Courage, strenght and confidence
Which are necessary in order to experience
The life I have hoped and prayed for
A life where pain and misery will be no more

I pray with hope and with faith
'Cause I know it's never too late
To have fate smile on me
So that happy and blessed, I may be.