Phil J Hambling

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A Celestial birth
Cast by a trillion dice
We came to exist
By the turn of the spheres

The squirrel hoards it cache
Yet it knows that half goes missing
And that the lost nuts
Will make the trees of the forest

The old man flails his torch at time itself
Lost in the dark of nightmares
Confused and bloody minded
He blindly whips at the inevitable

Waiting for the daffodils
And the little yellow promises
Of a constellation of new born suns
Waving at us joyfully

Urgent bronchial fingers,
Flailing at the breeze,
Dealing out their copper calling cards to the earth,
Casting into the flux the torn tickets of time,

The echoes of ancestors
Seep out from behind the slanted gravestones
Shining a truth
Through the stained glass hearts

The lament of the evening forest
Abandoned by the sun once more
To the flutterings of change on the wing
As sky-dot murmurations descend

If we are honest
The most dangerous lies
Are the ones we tell to ourselves
Or is that a lie too?

The great storm of Jupiter
Won't last forever
The fury is vast
And centuries old

The ship was lost
In tragedy
Yet a city was founded in its ruins
In submarine reams

Stolen Lives
Taken by your hate
Stolen Lives
Taken by your ignorance

A den of snakes can writhe
Behind a friendly face
Laced with honeyed words
The venom of their intention


As I sit here
Everything could suggest that
Temporary existence wasn't a curse
But a blessing

Let there be the thing that you always wanted
Let's make it happen
The most outrageous days
Transcendence of the mundane

Sometimes it takes some thunder
To wake a drowsy heart
And glue back together
Shattered pieces of the art

Turn the telescope
Onto the heart
Reaching deeply
Into the space

The feather is in no hurry to fall
It still wants to fly
Bird or no bird
It flutters on the wind

Listen to a silence
Can you hear the sound
Hidden in a seashell
Left on a beach of memories

Make something out of nothing
Then simmer with resentment.
Boil with rage,
And add unnecessary details.

Too many voices
And not enough voices that need to be heard
Too many ears
And not enough ears to listen

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The Miracle Of Consciousness

A Celestial birth
Cast by a trillion dice
We came to exist
By the turn of the spheres
Out of the gloom of space
And into the light
Came the miracle of consciousness
And eventually

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