Paul Billett ... Poetry in Motion

Running from time

a man pays for peace

in honesty or a golden feast

self imaged fate

seizes the moments in glory

to tell his own story

a tale to tale

into paradise from hell

the sun,burns a ray

lights a fire to desire

bottom now to top and higher

broken face turns the cards to face

an ace.

The walls of eternity are high

I try to break through the wall of memories in concrete force

pushing my love through the cracks of a fire of ice

imagination grows a clear path

the bricks of power are rebounding inside

sick with thought and less sleep

a smell of a smoke of eruptions

a wind of change is forced in tornado fashion

i wear my hat ,smile and laugh

and push the bricks of a chance aside

one side is formed

a clear path shaped a heart

strong ways and walks

in steps in sight

the walls falls

beautiful water falls.

The women with mixed intentions

stuck in a world of spinning tops

Take the cork out, pop she cant take the pace

She has four hands on the clock face

Doesn't know what the time was or the day

Or what she has to say

Destruction built the bridge over the wall

The bridge it fell, now she is stale

You can hear the whale

What can i do to beat these blocks

What's the time on the clock

My mind is set like a rock

I am all alone heart set in stone

A robot the drone, need some help for these blues

There`s some news i knew, phew

I can see the red rose and the thorn, i am reborn, into a world of innocence

Have a toast i am no longer a ghost

What a fright turn on the light

Now i spin to win

I don't want tin, i am after gold i feel bold, not young not old

I did as i was told from the rose to the grave

Next time i am here i will think from riches to rags from mice

to stags from a beagle to a soaring eagle

For i can see and see i will

The pot will fill,the wind still, rain will not pain, the sun will

Shine for i am full of life`s rich vain

The wall will fall for i will love and love i will

The clock will tick to punch that brick for i am one and one is all.    

Cards are dealt on the table of life

soldiers dig there spades in strife for peace

aces fly the sky of fate to later to grace

club together in weather so fine birds do sing

thunder rolls to a victory to a king

chips flow to gems of diamonds

to a king of hearts the love does start

the queen of humble rocks to a ice tumble

all together in the table of life.  

Changes of colours of hues of days

from summer breezes warmth decays

autumn browns and greens of lights

sun rays on leaves of nature to branch outside

animals scamper to collect the home of home

small creatures restless full of fun decanter and roam

different smells of fresh air wither through the sky of blue

clouds arrange a collection of greys to white insight

in towards breaks the day to night a moon in full beauty

the sun does run and a changing time of seasons

glorious autumn arrives summer is lost

as the clock ticks onwards an alarm to frost.