Otherworldly Theft

Day evolves to night, a child’s eyes held tight.
Tremors from the cerebellum,
Through the kaleidoscope with smite.

The monkey swinging humpty dumpty,
Avoiding the shadow in the corner,
Peace welcome instead of fear.

Waving to waxing, obstacles and objecting.
The ape, the raven blanket, bring comfort,
What core values are they detecting.

The pressure, the rope of the animation,
Segments increase, thoughts decrease,
The reversal of emancipation.

Great forest matures when left unappeased.
The kaleidoscope, the monkey, the shadows,
They all disappeared.

Battle commences through glass, with the lost.
Victorious Velvet cut from the same cloth,
Who won, only the ghost.


Hidden warriors, combat in vain,
the battle rages on now, through sand,
Destruction in hand, heart searing in pain.

Onyx tumbling into black, the kaleidoscope returns,
Bringing souls to their knees, except one.
They Wail, revolt, refusing to be ceased.

A welcoming sight, it has been too long,
The monkey and the shadow are heard.
The whole spectrum at last returns.

By Ellis Robinson

Work of Unchained Wisdom ©
13/05/2020

Rightful Queens

You are amazing, life within life, two hearts in sync, the great symphony.
A beginningless novel, oppressed, this chapter is yours.
Together we are equal, love, respect and equality we adore.

You were once openly worshiped, cremation, forced by holy service.
I adore you openly, you make balance, strength and care,
Gift them to the physical, to protect universal life.

The beauty I see in all of you, even under the morning paint.
I will never understand, why you cover the angel’s face.
We love you, wipe those thoughts away.

You are our Frigg, our Aphrodite, our Athena,
Goddesses I say.

By Ellis Robinson
Work of Unchained Wisdom ©
22/04/2020

 

Thirteen Miles of Home

Skyline’ majestic notion, to upsurge the pivotal star.
Bleeding blush from the neck of the sky,
She cuts through the wires of the grand piano.

Procreate, silhouettes of the horse join the eyeline.
Chained, standing proud amidst calmness.
“I’ll return one day, beasts, promise”.

The waters movement paralyzed, emitting mist.
Evaporation, geographic release of waters retention.
Mutual offerings to withered and dry.

Fixed creature, iced, turns to feature, warmed with jitters.
Squirrels heroic pose for survival, bow the head.
Dispersing innocent fear.

A scene of beauty, awakes drake’s serenity, he meditates,
Squints Peacefully, illuminating iridescent,
Cosmic grain for his soul’s complexion.

Contours now differ, broadening as did the days horizon.
The goose extends a warning, reply with ease.
Mutual respect much needed, animal instinct agreed.

13 miles later, enchanted by mother nature.

I am Home.

By Ellis Robinson
Work of Unchained Wisdom ©
17/04/2020 

Mature Cheddar

When young, looking past parents, to see the Grand.
The warmth of the withering touch made me stand,
Perplexed by the strength at hand.

Hard as John Wayne, as gentle as trifle, Sunday afternoon.
The wisdom you possess, takes me to the moon,
If only the youth could be made, from where you came.

Events from history, with our eyes, we see no vulnerability.
Lived through wars, strikes and adversity.
If your label has an error, tell them, I’m ok, strong forever!

Frequency of love, wave lengths uncontrolled, no toll.
Tune into HOPE, togetherness the lock.
BBC, not the Key.

Strength, in all, to see.

We love our Oldies.

By Ellis Robinson
Work of Unchained Wisdom ©
04/05/2020

 

Fellowship

Concepts of life, parallel with time, only one created divine.
The other man made, restricting precious minds.
Serpents coil and tighten, paradigms become irrelevant,
Yearning unsecure, it is perpetual love, I adhere.

Peace, the flint for hearts fire, burning for togetherness.
Resilience in abundance, for all the animal kingdom,
The eagle’s noble waltz, eyes beckon freedom,
Ferocious the spirit, kind with soft toughness.

Water flow becomes ice cold, it slows as beauty forms.
Bonds of millions bind together, inventing security.
In the warmth, she generates power, filling great catacombs,
Cleansing earth’s crust from decaying lost souls.

Black and white, good and evil, use different tools.
On the other hand, available to all.
Exceptions of one,
Compassion.
Consume before it falls.

By Ellis Robinson
Work of Unchained Wisdom ©
29/04/2020