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THE WIND by Tim Battersby ©2017

Hurried winds rush by, startled whispers in the night. Deciding that time should stand still for kestrels to bed down in their willowy flowered sills of endeavor.

Grace, moves lightly as she parries questions from within, yet seems to know the answers, and an owl flies a yacht slides idly by, changing zones times but standing still as the world replies in silence.

Deafening orchestras play in muted tones, thrusting back and forth between strings and horns, the maestro keeping time like a metronome doling out the beat.

Finally, as dawn approaches, the wind dies away replaced by silence and an eerie light, and a solitary soul ventures out with a look of disbelief and pain as she realizes she’s alive.

The Wait. ©Tim Battersby 2017

 

Truth hides behind a veil, like the sun,

Waiting, as it peeks from behind clouds

Inexorably searching, knowing that knowledge lies around every corner,

Yet with a simple puff can disappear.

 

Time proves the existence of fear,

As all scatter, like rats on a sinking ship.

Hold steady, the course is set by things far larger,

Yet all I see is anger in the eyes of those that believe,

And fear in the man who tries to see,

Yet struggles with complexity but satisfied by his version of truth.

 

And finally, candor emerges

From behind dark clouds,

Revealing black horrors and hurt, hidden by decades of lies.

Covered in cobwebs, truth is laid bare.

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Muriel Anderson is a musicians musician. She’s one of those players that musicians clamor to play with. She started composing music at 5 years old, fell in love with the guitar and learned every style available to her. She’s considered to be one of the world’s foremost finger-style guitarists and harp-guitarists and has won numerous awards in her career

The Dawn Raid. ©Tim Battersby 2017

 

They came in the dawn, minds drawn and tuned for crime,

Their trained eyes searching for anything that might indict.

Corruption was strewn around the rooms, yet smiles were still in place

And as the day grew closer to dusk his tight smile was replaced by a new understanding.

 

Arrests were made, conclusions were drawn, the pawns began to tremble

And faced with disgrace the rats began to sing arias in the night sky.

And one by one they fell like dominoes on the floor

As trained officials played them like fiddles in the band, truth was laid bare.

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