Time

Time

~Time~

Do not
waste your time
endlessly navigating
the ferocious tides
of society’s
artificial designs

do not greet
the morning sunrise
with regret or a sigh
as you sell your soul
from 9 to 5
building someone else’s dreams
in a corporate landmine
just to stay alive

do not judge beauty
on what the media defines
to be your primary duty

because truly

your authenticity
exhibits the rarities
and beloved ancestry
of the tree that will lead you
to the roots
that bore your story

why disguise your glory?

do not build
your hopes and dreams
or grand ideals
without first
making a deal with yourself
to turn them into memories
that are real

go

live out your days
with fire in your soul
grasping your liberty
and building goals
that are brave
and wild
and bold

and know

no matter what you are told
by those with riches to behold
ALL of life is precious
rich or poor
young or old

be humble

because
when you are six feet under
when your body meets the coal
your story will remain
but not your gold

and when the time comes by
when you must whisper your last goodbyes
to the birds
the trees
and the iridescent skies

may you greet your final sunrise with a smile

because you lived a life so wild
that you are ready
to expire

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Photography Tasha Tudor, by Richard Brown

Rise Up and Fight Again

Rise Up and Fight Again

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Sorrow drops a sullied shroud upon a tear-stained globe;
The colours of the universe then fade to ashen tones;
The fleeting birds misplace their joy;
The stars die in the shadows;
The cattle bellows frantic cries across the barren meadows;
The roses wilt;
The traffic calms;
The kettle holds its whistle;
The sorrows of humanity unfold in growing ripples;
The fiddle plays a mournful tune;
The pendulum stops swinging;
The girls and boys desert their toys;
The telephone stops ringing;
The desperate moans of exiled ghosts roll through the blackened plains;
The moon obscures her radiant bloom and tilts her head in shame;
The postman holds his jolly tones;
The dog hides in his bed;
The radiant hues of blissful Junes withdraw their rosy reds;
Throughout the world, a sea of hope rolls through the hollow lanes
And whispers to humanity,
“Rise up and fight again.”

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Image: ‘Feel’ by MartaSyrko
Source: martasyrko.deviantart.com/art/feel-367596700

Bridges of Defiance

Bridges of Defiance

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Behold! The foolish CEO that rests upon his throne,
Passing absurd policies and theories of his own.
Hark, the cries of Westerners appealing for salvation;
Watch him pulverise the slabs that built a noble nation.
The rabid wolf will gorge on hate and sever half his pack,
While ambiguous servants plunge their knives into his back.
The tyrannised and downtrodden shall form a grand alliance
Built of solidarity and bridges of defiance.

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.