Roads And Signs

Sitting on top a mountain Breathing in the air Lazing back on the edge Without a single care This life moves on As a single rolling wheel Imagination creation Of all our false and real Plains we rise to and things we create On this spreading web of fate Will come together in their own time As long as we follow the roads And watch the signs By Mark Shackleton

Oceans Of Time

The ocean is all it’s own We cannot follow it’s tides we brake into a million pieces If carry the world upon our backs Time is just a ticking clock In the coarse of play As the dark of moonlit night Shifts into dawning day Out of the shadows of the night The sunrises in the east With beautiful light Without anger or fight Like a sign of coming peace By Mark Shackleton

In reference to the poem below

I wrote this in Scotland when I was thinking back to the Protest Against Poverty march I saw in Edinburgh. It's in reference to the fact that when a bunch of protestors seem to be free and outspoken in their motives they can be just as under control as the opposition they're fighting against, but of coarse no one can see it because it wares a different front, and inherently has good intentions.

Mini Empire

I see a mini empire walking down the street, I see controls in operation guiding their wandering feet. By Mark Shackleton

Morning

Time forgives itself for all that went wrong with every weakness seen we grow ever strong The morning air is moist and the atmosphere is fresh you are awake through the shadows of all that you confessed By Mark Shackleton

Dusk

Reflective sun shining in the sky in the mist of the dusk the coming of night she sighs Watch her breath the tide of the waters below with gentle sea breeze lightly it ripples and flows By Mark Shackleton

Cycles

Were ever there is comfort there is pain The sun always shines after the rain Sun and moon Seasonal change Wind and rain And then it happens again By Mark Shackleton