When The Earth Is Full

The boats keep coming
Yes the boats keep coming,
Where do people go
When the Earth is full?
Some say take them
Other say no,
But where do they go
When the Earth is full?
There are not many tigers
There are not many tunas,
Where do they go
When we fill the Earth.
Are we all that matters
Is God's creation in tatters,
Where do we go
When the Earth is full?

Ian Matthews
25th October 2009.

The Elusive Soul

Your warmth holds me,
I cannot see you,
Where art thou, O Soul,
Where doth thy hide?

I walk in pastures new
That now groweth old.
I return unto you
And cannot find thee.

In the hollows
In the woods
Where go you my Soul,
Why do I need you?

Within the pulse of life
The Soul hovers, nonchalant.
The threads of consciousness
Bind the Soul
Connect the Soul,
Where art thou now?

Amongst those twisted myrtles
In the ousing of the sphagnam moss.
In the chatter of the wrens
Or the songs of the seagulls,
Where go you O Soul,
Where do I find thee now?

In the graveyard
By the old yew tree
I glimpsed thee
In the ways of the past.

But the past is gone
And the Soul lives on, in the now.
Where art thou, O Soul,
Where art thou?

Soaring o'er the hills
Of my wanting.
Onward, past the trickling stream.
To the grant place of
Inner strength and light
O Soul, capture me.


Ian Matthews
25th October 2009.

Chicken Power

The pecking order's tough.
The going's sometimes rough
And at times
I can hardly see my way through.

I'm told to get real
I always thought that was the deal
Until it's me
Beginning to feel.

So the chicken makes a run
Away from the shun
To the world she knows so well.

It's a living hell
At times -
Stoicism and the like -
More's the pity really,
Cos the only thing
I know how to do
Is to give
Without strings
Without reason
Just to be.

But it's nothing but chicken shit out there,
The lucky ones find their roost
The others just seem to flap around
On the edge of that high, high ground.

Kym Matthews, 1995.