FRUSTRATION.

It saps the thoughts from purpose,

It stifles the spirit from comfort,

It gratifies tension with irrational

feeling,

It drives the will into impatience.

Irritation is the prime deposit,

It makes one grasp at a force, to 

speed up rewards of motivation,  

It brings, melancholy nervous energy

for aims unchased.

The clarity embraced is in its 

achievement to stagnate,

It succeeds in instigating the success of 

making unforgettable and regrettable 

mistakes!

A SHORT ENCOUNTER.

A quiet within a storm,

To make the most of a

chance before it's gone,

A situation, precious in its norm,

But lasting only for a not enough more.

Relating to a sensitive view, 

A common fact that in tranquil's mood,

Comes a whirlpool of a social soothe,

Essential for an inward, emotional bloom.

While pressure sensitive busting at the seams

in world crisis full steam ahead, news brings,

The option of wisdom ceases to breathe, 

At times in the presence of conventional need

wisdom gasps for light to be seen.

A quiet within a storm,

In the remotest place far from the madding swarm,

of gurgling strain,to meet the pressures that hold 

again and again.

The joyful reliance of quiet's domain,

To catch serenity in its naked state,

That's worth the time of calm to wait!

 

    

THESE DAYS.

Is there a solution

To the mending of the ozone?

Is there a reason found

To radical climate change

Over the globe?

Is there a solution

To the ever spiraling eco cyclone,

Problems, like the deforestation in the

Amazon basin or the extinction of bees 

breaking chains of cycles known.

Are these days 

The knell of all life's journey home.

Is there a solution

To stop terror and be free?

Is there a way to stop 

The irreversible ghost of nuclear tapestry?

Is there a concept connecting, what appears 

As an insoluble, troubled climate of world 

affairs with sacred spirituality?

Is it gone, reverence for life, the pursuit to look 

after this world, to be happy?

Are these days, paving the ways to inevitability?

Technology, the harbinger of major change and

fast forward progression, will it enlighten and 

bring in a glorious age housing deep sensibility?

Are these day's signs set in stone that eventually 

shall set man, good, bad and indifferent, free?

Only time knows!

LEVELS.

Wisdom is granted to one,

One cannot earn it.

Love does not impose itself,

But one would be a fool to

Ignore it.

Knowledge is the fruit of Angels,

So learn wisely and adorn it.

And what we have and all 

What we confirm is here,

So search, have and enjoy it. 

THE TRIALS OF HARMONY.

Let me roam carefree

In thoughts open space,

Let me sight the knowledge

That's for me to taste,

Let me do the things

That's for me to chase,

So I can be in harmony 

With you.

Let me ride those chances

to make ends meet,

Let me reach true facts

To secure our needs to

Goals free,

Let me heed the way

To affinity,

So I can share myself 

With you.

The enchantment of it all

Is the work towards giving,

The message is in its commitment

To fulfill what is missing,

The rewarding pains to joy

Bring boundless pleasure

That stipulates a mention,

To spark sound intention,

For flawless ploys.

Let me touch upon

life's unselfish grounds,

Let me talk in ways

That bring trouble-free and 

Stress-less sounds,

Let me tread the pathway

Without pressure etched in my brow,

So I can be at one with you.

  

ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS.

Relaxing in the tracks 

Of comfort.

The insatiable desire to 

Be by the fire,

Self indulgence into its 

Red light,

Stimulating the present

With gentle thoughts,

Not to be disillusioned

With outside forces

Except the auras in the context

To which peace is felt,

Added attractions 

To the misty warmth,

Part ownership welcomed by

One who cares,

Saving grace for moments 

Impaired.

SPECIAL TIMES.

I may not say it often,

Yet I'm filled with 

Appreciation,

Excuses can set 

False thoughts in motion,

So I wait, 

To brave expressing my 

Sentiments.

Emphatic is passion

Sometimes,

I want to shower you with

Praise, as if tomorrow

Has surely died,

Constantly I'm inclined, 

To tell of joy that won't be 

Shoved and pushed aside.

But I fall short; 

Without giving a thought

To flexing my pride,

And so I decline, 

Reserved in coming forward to say 

'I Love You,' At those special times. 

  

SPLENDOUR.

Do I deserve you.

For you've given

The greatest of all

Splendour,

Your love without

wanting anything else, 

But myself,

Without the frills,

Without labels,

Without the glamorous

Trappings of the 

Material world,

Without impressions

That achievements,

Prestigious prizes confer,

Without status, power 

Recognition, or those

Prosperous concerns,

That resumes gauge   

For solutions of worth.

Without all these, you've given

Without the rod coming first,

So natural your disposition, 

The Splendour of life's mirth.

 

TRAIN SENSE.

The rhythmic arrival of the train

The impatience fulfilled

By the opening of the doors;

The complex walk of persecution

To the favourite seat.

The inspection given for what is worn

To conclude how you are by the people opposite;

The pretence not to notice,

And to take a look at the map

Above the window.

Impatience sets in for brief seconds;

Along way to go

The maps reckoning;

The train's on its way.

Cigarette ends decorate the floor;

A tramp's free ride

Living it high on a bottle of wine;

Singing a drunks lullaby.

Long faces dominate;

Young kids write poems and graffiti on the walls

To accentuate their fun:

All classes have their place

In the same space in the carriage.

Looking at each person individually,

Seeing the kind of life they lead.

Destination has come for me

To leave the social abbreviations of the train. 

NEVER ASK WHY.

Never ask, ''Why?,

We are.

Never ask,

''Why we are?''

Why ask?

We are.

We are never!

Ask, ''Why?''

Never ask,

''Why are we?''

''Why are we?''

Never ask.

Why ask?

''Are we?''

Never ask why.

WE ARE!

EVERY MOMENT COUNTS.

A new second, a new minute,

A new hour. A new day,

A new night. A new week,

A new month, a new year.

A new spring, a new summer,

A new autumn, a new winter.

The novelty of the new is never shown,

We live life as if we wear an old overcoat,

Wearing it through until it's time to go,

Taking for granted time, in excess,

Appreciation's accepted for events not met,

Stimulated by the wait for future gains;

The precious seconds go by in vain,

Because we are asleep in our waking state,

Until something jogs the numbing streams,

That keeps us from realizing the importance

Of need, in every ounce of life we breathe,

We ask the time at those times we see.

And a feeling of wasted moments creeps in,

Before we unknowingly continue to sleep back into living.

  

WHAT'S YOURS IS SAFE.

I watch television with you. At times 

When we float into natural quietude,

I experience the depth you consume,

That private place of serenity, Which 

Spills over a tonic of amorous cream,  

Caressing my heart to put me at ease.

Then, a sense of self-consciousness

Breaks the silence, a gentle discussion 

Ensues. Our personalities are back to a 

Familiar state. Back to the room, resume the gait! 

All's in tact! Nothing's let slip for one to lose... 

As the television takes over our vision is glued.

Nervous reactions play? Shutters are down: 

Is this, ones defence guarding sacred ground, 

Hiding deep, unseen love from view?  

Unspoken whispers hurriedly reassure, saying: 

'There was no need to worry, what's

Yours is safe with you.' Still,

You allowed me to touch your beauty,

Yes, I only touched your truth.

YOU COLOUR MY LIFE.

No matter how much control,

I desire to keep, not letting go

Of my quality of self and soul,

Cultural make-up and all I've

Grown to know,

Loves careless air slices deeper

Than the sharpest knife,

Without which, Could I survive?

To keep parts of self from show

Can never suffice 

Because, no matter what,

 You colour my life. 

 

GRATITUDE.

God gave me Sherhimself,

The earth, the whole

Universe around it and within,

The wonders of life,

And eventually the beauty of death.

What could I ever give back in return?

Myself,

My existance,

Being here.

DO I HAVE TO GO.

Do I have to go,

Down Life's dusty road,

To walk the palm of fates hand,

Or, is this my will saying so.

Who chooses what is in store for us?

To be tested by crisis until no more,

Conformed to the way of the master plan;

Reaping all for a prize to last whilst 

Weathering the storms,

And bending your mind below this dusty land,

Shoes tread longing for so long become tired  

And worn.

Making sacrifices for smooth roads,

Traveling for a peaceful heart, comfort of mind

While the wind blows; me like a grain

Of sand to be constantly sown.

SIDE EFFECTS.

Sleep you hours,

In the wake of my storm,

The fiery furnace that towers,

Bends a welcome stifling the sun

Whilst my soul doth mourn.

Like a metronome:

The seconds tick away in silent space,

Caged in the quarries of time 

They cannot escape.

I bear their grudges.

Creeping out beneath the slush and grime,

That thoughts imprint in my mind,

A sloth would have a better time,

And not take upon itself the guilt that lies,

In the convicted seconds and minutes of 

The side effects of insanity's rise.

Sleep you hours, 

In the coldness of my waking sleep,

Because when you wake, joy will be there

To appreciate and to greet.

TOUCH TALK.

Touch talk:

Speaking loud,

Resonance, without a note of sound,

Pitched into vibrant feel tone,

Emotion, affection, compassion and so,

Negative or positive

Touch without touch,

Most of all through the eyes

A synthesized plight; not enough,

Maybe false impressions, maybe not,

Infatuation says, not a lot!

But softly lingers to an abrupt painful end,

Sometimes maturing, if you like playing games,

Touch talk from illusion

Mind at the key,

Mirrors of fantasy

Initiative screams,

Experience has burnt a finger again,

This time listen to what the inner voice says.

Touch talk:

Magnetism, gravitation, charisma, personality,

Touch talk without touching,

But forever talking are we!  

BEYOND WORDS.

Silently you slumber in the late hours,

I glance to see you composed in solace,

You exude its calming power,

I slip away out of the door

Quietly, to ventures I undertake,

And reflect back to you sleeping 

As I sit motionless on the mainline train.

I think of love for you, she calms my soul,

And in this crowded carriage people are talking 

Loudly, especially those on their cellphones.

But I do not hear their words because I'm in 

A space where nothing can intrude;

For love has placed me in her special place, 

Whilst thinking, suspended in this moment  

Of grace for you. And she chases away distractions;

So as I with clarity, can settle myself to contemplate 

In her amorous perfume.

So sensitive I feel. Why? Is this a brief pause or a 

Prolonged phase,  for a deepening of my heartfelt state?

If I were to tell you the extent of my emotion 

It would be that you'd know my Achilles heel,

Cannot think why, today, I find difficulty saying, 

Projecting what is so beautiful and real.

They say: Love is courage and strength, 

And on it, one can surely depend,

But I feel weak, irritated by reticence at the lack of will to spend.

Is it a chill in the air blowing frost onto Saturn's frown? 

For behind these words I earnestly shed my gown,

And if spoken, substance of meaning would sadly fall down,

Chancing that course, I leave alone for now,

For grounded, I do not want to be at this time 

Not while holding my emotions cradled in this nebulas cloud.

Vulnerability tests my heart and charms my wake,

I stress this view far from any woeful mistake,

Not proud keeping concealed my truth for ego's sake,

So I travel this day bereft of strength to harness my lake,

Of love for you, beyond words; beyond the beauty of snow 

And her delicate existance of patterned flakes.

Love uttered would only seem to serve me less, 

For receptive moods may not be that, one needs to expect

And to seek, to be consoled at levels from love words said, 

A subtle fear creeps: Is it that love I feel is all my spiritual and 

Earthly life with you my love, and without you, my spiritual death? 

THE CALMING.

I'd touched on my warrior spirit.

The stallion is swift to discern;

When others disrespect your 

Kindness, my warrior emotion 

Comes forth with concern.

I react when you are challenged, 

By others thick-skinned,

Self-serving pushy 'wants,'

And without any time; something 

Taps me inside saying:

'You're judging and not being a sport,

Calm down; it's not as bad as you thought!'

REFERENCES.

Storybook memories

From the quiet corners of

the past.

Never full chapters;

But pieces of a puzzle that

Needed to be put together,

An inseparable tonic between 

Then and now.

Willing to forget the feeling

Of bad times with a joke 

And a smile;

The good times become  

A heavenly while,

They're instruments of fate;

For future to relate,

And personal journeys to be 

Reshaped. 

TO HAVE, TO HAVE NOT.

Warmed by its fragrance,

Enchanted by its presence,

Soothed by its aroma,

Gripped by its flow,

Shaken by its power;

Soft as a flower,

Lighting up the existance

Of a personality known.

Some do, some don't

Have its shine,

It never lies:

No-one has the power to

Take it away or make it hide,

It's something that's noticed

If one likes it or not,

One would say: everyone's

A star,

But, it's a quality superstars 

Unknowingly give off.

The gift essence of a special

Personality, captured in charisma

And charm, which only they have 

But most have not!  

EAVES DROPPING.

I hear you talking 

In your sleep,

What do you think?

What do you see?

Do I ever wander

In your dreams?

And if I do.

What kind of stories,

What kind of movies,

What kind of scenes

Do you see ourselves in?

You won't tell me, will you.

Because when you wake

It becomes an intimate 

Secret that is forgotten:

I hear talking in your

Sleep. Again. 

BE MY GUEST.

Be my guest,

Just; for a while,

As I bathe in the presence 

Of you reminiscing and wandering wiles.

Lost in the bounds of a cosy occasion,

The orange fire murmurs the contented

Relation,

Laughs and smiles:

Nothing really said,

Just polite conversation to bring pleasant 

Moments to one's head,

A simple pastime; soon to come to a tired

And treasurable end,

Be my guest;

At least for a few moments,

Before I go to bed!

HERO'S AND CHAMPIONS.

    (THE WORLD CUP 2010).

The beautiful game,

Burns a new flame,

A landmark in history

Gracing all with its fame.

South Africa's poised, in

Great splendour's boat,

Crowned wearing the cloak,

As the year's world cup host,

Heralding new promise, unity

Empathy and hope.

Pride of a continent opens

Her doors,

Welcoming nations to her 

Colourful land, eventful skies 

And exotic shores.

May the games begin,

May the best team win.

Hold the torch high

Let its legacy ring;

As each country's flags fly

Silently, the winds of hope sings,

For all teams are Hero's and 

Champions indeed!

This magnificent occasion gives 

Joy to our lives,

And shows countries can come

Together through love of a kind.

And the beautiful game;

With its power and strength,

Involves us to cheer, cry and

Represent,

And share in its heritage with all

Honour and respect,

To simply be a part of is a blast,

In the world's most beautiful event! 

LOVE IS FULL.

Deeply, passion stirs the emotion,

Pulsating near the surface of its own accord,

This unfathomable essence;

Defying conception, ever knocking my

Inner door, whispering intently:

'I feel for you completely.'

Beyond the tapestry of thought,

Which my words fail miserably to convey:

I try to grasp its warmth,

But feeble, is the attempt of delivery's court,

Because limited is my skill in this form;

And yet, expression I'm compelled to sought. 

I'm captured, consumed by its play 

Reducing care to nought of its intensity;

Its brevity, its uncompromising ecstasy,

Which ebbs without measure through me as

If the bliss of eternity has found a niche 

Flowing through this vessel physically. 

Its your presence here of being, 

All natural, manner and pattern of qualities that 

Is you, 

And how you are and move.

Unafraid and full, in the gaze of what I cannot see:

Its like not seeing a full breeze blowing, knowing

The strengths of breath it breathes. 

For what I feel, doubt cannot offend, is now truly 

In bloom,  

Love at its finest and deepest for you!  

DAWN TO DAWN.

At the dawn of life,

The world was a glow.

By morning,

The wind and the waters flowed.

At midday of life,

Plants grew and birds sang

And animals came to rule the land.

In the afternoon of life,

Man had been born,

To separate its life from the natural spawn.

By mid-afternoon,

Man thought he knew best;

Harmonys become a discordant jest.

At the evening of life,

Man had reached no cure for his ills,

But signed his will, for the seeds of tomorrow 

Ever evolving still.

POPPY DAY SINGS! (REMEMBERING THEM).

To all servicemen and women who have 

Lost their lives,

The victims or war, sons, daughters,

Husbands, wives,

Not forgetting, girlfriends, boyfriends

Brothers and sisters too, links of distant relatives

Aquaintances we knew.

Young warriors who sacrificed all to serve,

Most veterans are life's legacy of what's been preserved

Should be remembered; not just for here

But, throughout the whole world. 

And indigenous corners where terror's prevalent;

Victims to some, come as toxic pestilence

Slaughtering reason from foreign partial attitudes. 

Giving evidence that's served to be misconstrued,

Whilst bones lay in the sand bring ghosts of irrelevence 

As the history of Gordon stands as one menacing proof,

With Vietnam, WW1 and the heinous WW2. 

All war is fear, and hell is wars chasm placed under 

Its knell,

Tell me who wins, or is healed by wars putrid smell?

Yes, let us remember them!

Give them that eternal day the prize they deserve

Not just for here, but for all over the world.

Hail the memories of those who gave their lives,

For charity and empathy is needed to be realized,

Than the spurious intentions that politics may cry.

But the truth is, that someone dies in battle, to keep 

The wolf from the stead,

And those men and women died so that we can live from

Wars dread!

 

  

CONVERSATIONS OF CHAMONIX.

I stroll through the fir trees,

Brushed by their chatter,

Goaded by the cool breeze,

Whilst the crows chase each other

From branch to branch, disturbing mounds of snow

Precariously balancing on perspective boughs and

Twigs,

A sight of winter magic never seen, if these trees

Did not exist.

Dusk has a charm that stains the scene;

The endearment, of faces walking, laced in tangerine

By the hue of the setting sun.

And the mist that slowly descends down the slopes 

Of the mountain like a giant yeti,

Trapping all in it's wake, confusing vision, until it's time

Is done.

I stroll through fir trees;

Brushed by their chatter,

Goaded by the cool breeze,

Whilst the crows chase each other cawing playfully

As the stream trickles and natters! 

AFFINITY.

The force of my will is in your standing,

The heart of my faith is in your being.

Selflessly guided to take what life has set for you;

Fighting, not the opposite that's there before you,

But challenging the opposite towards the same truth.

Experience is just a minute born

And never ending when we're gone.

It's something I've learned but already know;

That two becomes one when affinity's shown!

A STRANGER HURTING.

I read your pain 

In my room soundly late one night,

It sent vibrations calm and clear

Through my heart and mind.

Empathy resounded; without a question why,

You're a stranger hurting, that; 

I could not pass by,

Saw the rose, your chosen symbol, a sign

Of love and light,

Dark thoughts you heed of past issues bring sorrow

To your present time.

Help comes in all guises,

Some too small to see,

Some contributions bring answers inspired,

I say blessed be, times 3.

One-day soon something good 

May come, when you least expect,

That's when providence is to descend

From tears you beget,

You'll know; it's more than a passing phase or a passing friend.

Try living for each moment with a positive view to spend,

For help, hope, love and fortune shall greet you

From these you'll see no end.  

SECRETS OF THE MOUNTAIN.

I look onto the mountain and see death,

No other beauty catches one's breath,

The overwhelming potency the mountain ejects,

Is absent in life, in my everydayness.

I struggle to maintain a normal stance,

I struggle to sustain impressions to make others dance

In comfort, of my honesty 

Yet I realize that, I'm just the same in their company,

And reflections of myself, I see in you, which makes this uncanny.

I look onto the mountain and see death,

The gentle throbbing of omnipresent beauty

Caught in each breath,

As the stream chatters merrily

And the pines sway their heads,

Shows me the life that I lead is far from this rest,

And there's never a best, until the beauty of death.

Acceptance is my folly,

Knowing's a fleeting sight amplified in feeling

Is all that is, is all that is only.

PUT THE LOVE IN ME.

Put the love in me

So that I can be your best friend,

Put the trust in me

So that the word 'special' will never end,

Set your sights high on me

So that no matter what I do,

You know that whatever wrong that's done by me

You can always keep the same intensity,

That love will never lose.

Put the troubles on me

So that I can help you out,

Put the joy in me

So that sharing is not with doubt.

It's hard to dare to do these things

I have asked of you,

But I won't abuse or use against you

To sacrifice joy for your soul to diffuse,

Because this feeling's here to a friendship

From me to you.

SPECIAL SAFETY.

I take refuge,

Into your delicate protection of love;

Like a beast,

I stamp around leaving scars of pain for you to heal.

The research on the ever growing bond of friendship;

In mutual agreement to knowing one another,

Leading to common sense in understanding.

We have our own unique symbolic way

Of determining our love:

Simply, I yield myself to you

With clumsiness of an ox,

But a heart of someone,

Who's here not to hurt you,

But just to be free,

Within the protection of your love.

INNOCENCE.

Everyday people will hurt you.

And everyday people will love you.

You're like a little flower 

That gets trampled on,

They don't realize they've done it

Until it's too late,

The good will pick you up

And put you in a vase,

Not having air to grow 

Into a beautiful flower-

That you so long to be.

IN TIMES OF NEED.

A ball of depression coated with confusion,

Groping for an outlet to solve all the problems;

Grasping, for trust and understanding,

Panic stricken securities to doubt everything;

From a speck at the back of the mind,

The ever growing trouble, with non-stop time.

Then a tear appeared for the pain to subside,

Loneliness shows its way in the eyes;

When all is lost, a friend lends a helping hand

For new hope to rise. 

TO YOUR DAY.

May your day bring peace,

May your day bring abundance,

May your day bring good fortune,

May your day bring good health.

May your day bring riches in spirit,

May your day be remembered for its unique wiles,

May your day bring gratitude to good received in life,

May your day bring prospects for tomorrow's golden times.

May your day be everlasting and of good cheer,

May your day sustain beauty and happiness throughout each

Season in every year.

Blessings! 

ECSTASY.

Enter into rivers of ecstasy with me,

Where excursions of the mind, triggers

Joy so deep,

Enter into my haven where love lives 

And breathes,

No pain, no trauma can enter this scene,

The gateway is open for pure ecstasy.

Endless is oneness that's where passion is,

The rich scented flavours of radiance's

Bliss,

Captured in the imaginings of emotions

Play,

Flowery sensations, feelings featured in coloured

Shades

On a palate, as pictures are painted while

The mind basks away

In a moonbeam of dreams, brought on by

Inspired states.

Enter in rivers of ecstasy with me,

Where once through the gateway, your

Angel you'll see!

SEEN AND NOT HEARD.

Hearing the tears, without seeing the cry;

The smile in the eyes, with a sorrow inside;

Making ends meet with stresses of life:

Happiness,

Puts a pain to one side:

Silently,

In a dark filled mood;

'Til by oneself, it's all,

Let loose!

Light, is in the darkest rooms,

It's felt in the breeze,

The power of good;

One step forward for yourself to improve.

UTOPIAN DREAM.(2)

Let love and respect

Be the basis of all thinking,

The foundation of all living,

The example of all growing.

Let love and respect

Be the truth in all action,

The outcome to all reaction,

The solution to consequence's attraction.

Let love and respect

Be the wisdom of all choices,

The heart of all voices heard,

The expression in all noises.

Let love and respect

Be a modal to build all life from,

Be the parent in all human life forms,

Be the root from which greatness spawns.

Let love and respect exude nectar behind all tears,

Healing the darkness in all fears,

Bringing light throughout each year.

Let love and respect's own language sing it's song,

Reverberating through everyone,

Until all life is done.  

NO NEED TO BE SCARED.

Captured in the real essence of her being,

No matter what emotions are to-ing or throwing,

She doesn't back down or give in let alone withdraw as 'poor me' victim.

Optimism abounds with the full force of her giving:

She spreads love like a fountain without a tap, with no respect for secrecy, because love is for the world to see;

A belief in her, so natural and unquestionably free.

Moments of these compatible shades,

Wash away times, when discord and ill feeling have brought disarray,

And govern all thought of what is said

Without which, contusion often grows towards disdain and regret.

One gets hurt the other bruised,

Misunderstanding at some point, is let loose;

And wreaked its havoc, showing the worst of what arguments can do.

Then something is said to break the atmosphere,

A jokey sarcasm that's brought laughter to tears,

That's when I know love in this world is shared,

Linked to all emotional states caring enough for conditions to be cleared,

Without holding a grudge or scars to bear;

Or marking sad moments for shedding future fears,

With true understanding her heart gently says,

That I'm her love, and there's no need to be scared!

 

THE BRAVE.

The Brave Lion stands on the white cliff high,

Is a guiding light; 

Keeping himself within low intensity as not to blind

And scare his opponent into hysterical fear,

Careful, not to blow his time through their chastising sneers.

Slowly recognized in making change for what's right,

From one simple belief, a better living world life.

What's been seen is him receiving a prize,

Can be read as offensive from a gesture so kind,

But his importance is clear:

It's beyond the accolades, titles or prizes he bears. 

Chosen to raise hearts and minds,

To bring stable relations in all areas worldwide,

But! Will the cunning fox, jackals and elitist tribe,

Blow the Brave Lion's light out, before his time?

MISS DAVENTRY.

Miss Daventry;

Your smokey voice,

Exudes tones of sadness

Touching hearts;

Through its graceful noise,

Miss Daventry;

I've seen you from afar,

Your demeanour dances

With a poise of latin class.

Yet, deep inside smoulders a fire

Of immense passion

Concentrated, under guard.

Miss Daventry;

You let your priorities show,

That family and friends

Are your primary pose,

Providing when needed

For your inner circle and crew,

So, another album

Comes out for world view,

Yet this was not the course you wanted to pursue.

But Miss Daventry;

It was your fated road,

A path you took that life imposed,

Maybe deep down inside,

True desire you hide,

But honesty you bear through your songs don't lie,

Saying it's true love you cherish above all, you can't find!

 

RISE, YOU MUST! MY GUIDED FRIEND.

From broken glass,

From the remnants of the splinters scattered;

Each particle reflects lines on your face,

Caused by ill fortune, life torn in tatters.

Could not see the wood for the trees,

Could not find a way for a smooth run;

Where the road never bends,

Where your eyes always sees the sun,

And smooth waters kiss analogy to living and striving upwards in calm.

Making a choice led you to walls;

Making decisions led you to closed doors

Setting you back on a pregnant pause,

Walking with them who walk the moors

Of loneliness, alone for a while, whilst the chill of the unknown howls and calls.

A friend watches from the other side;

You scream for a week, shut down, when he left your life.

You vowed you will never fall;

You travel new paths of life, ever chasing more,

Instinct keeps you climbing, climbing to a place where you can be secure

On every level, without nagging fears, a place in life that's sure, 

Everyday you ascend higher in expectation with anticipating desires of

seeing more.

And one may say:

Climbing to the top is optional

But coming down is compulsory,

From any height in life, being grounded is reality.

Showing the measure of manifested might

Is how you apply yourself to achieve,

Setting goals to accomplish status is fine,

But nothing's more rewarding than reaching the dream.

Shallow attitudes sail like ships without a rudder 

Bombard the mind constantly,

And all you've asked for, are the fruits of your labour.

  

STAY.

Always be lovely,

Stay the way that you are:

Although life may throw consternation in your way

Without any partial contract to its infinite play,

And you may change course repeatedly,

Or simply, be how you think others think you should be,

Never lose sight of your fine nature; that infectious personality

Of warmth, which everyone feels when in your presence,

The sunshine that lights up the place, with enthusiasm

Insatiable, illuminating the whole of your stature without reticence.

So always be lovely,

Stay the way that you are,

Because life will always present consternation

Seeing if you will change your light into dark,

Be lovely, Always stay as you are,

Because all of you is that which is love unfailing, since the very start. 

AWE OF THE MAGNIFICENT.

Streams talk; As I walk,

In front of awe and magnificence

Winds beckon and call;

The range inspires humility and beneficence

With invincible silence shouting its brawn,

Blue skies cradle the backdrop whilst the sun

Explodes rays onto peaks, and ominous glaciers

Showing off the beauty of its cold face,

As people in the village below walk around 

Insignificantly, to its splendour and imposing grace. 

Dare to challenge its might:

And if kind, it will grandly welcome the fight

For you to climb its peaks in the gaze of sunlight,

Bringing the spirit of the range of Mont Blanc, to be etched in one's soul; 

That's if, it is decided by it, to be deservedly so,

Otherwise only the spark of its magic, will be glimpsed and caught by 

this fierce, and awesome sight of wonder whilst we insatiably look on 

and portray in an array of mental scenes

Life of beauty, and appreciation as we harbour its form.

 

SURE.

All that I've ever learned,

All that I've experienced,

All that I gain

And all that I've lost,

Has led me to be sure about three things:

That everything comes, lingers then passes away,

This truth I believe.

All is in birth, life and living,

It's the importance of growth, maturing and ascending.

It's not for us to know why or how but to realize the truth 

that lies within the beauty of That

Which is, loving without boundaries.

Not in the knowing from the perception of mind,

But the knowing, that sits beyond all understanding. 

ACCEPTING, LETTING GO.

I struggle today, with my persistent demons,

A cloud of grey infiltrates my mind,

Could this be, residues from past misdemeanours?

Whatever it is, energy's low, today it's hard to smile.

Nothing in particular seems to be the cause;

In triggering the mire of dark emotions rising,

I try to find a silent space to pause,

Referring back to milestones in time, to where it  

Came from hiding.

Yes, I'm taken by surprise having this lapse;

No clues come forth as faction to this motion,

Amnesia seems to strike blocking my recall to recap,

As demon moods hang dark without compassion.

And as I tread under melancholy's cover;

A muse sheds light, on what my trial could be,

Saying:" this day, was the day you buried your mother,

And the demons that you feel are sadness and grief.

It's taken time for your heart to recover;

Accepting and letting go will set you free,

For life goes on and soon you will discover;

That you deserve the right to live and be happy,

Don't let your demons take away your sense of sanity."

 

 

INDIAN SUMMERS SUN.

I look out of the open cafe doors

Into an indian summers sun,

A picturesque hue excites the eyes

As the timbre of noon fills the air;

I soak in the essence whilst sipping tea, eating croissant; 

Time to spare,

Welcome; the autumn heat, may it linger

May it run.

Soon, the winters breath shall touch the town

See jack frost ride his fun,

Even, when snow lays a thick gown 'round, there's always  

Winter's cheer;

Can't say, that I look forward to, this darkest time of year,

And far off shores, seems a cool idea for winter in the sun,

All these thoughts from sipping tea with croissant eats,  

        before the days work's done! 

ISNESS.

No love for me is being

In this life without you.

No world for me is being

Without love for you.

SEED.

In every pain,

There's the seed of joy.

In every happiness,

There's the seed of sorrow.

In every life,

There's the seed of death.

In every today,

There's the seed of tomorrow.

In every darkness,

There's the seed of light.

In every growth,

There's the seed of decay.

In every virtue,

There's the seed of vice.

In every depth,

There's the seed of shallow.

In every lie,

There's the seed of truth.

In every crime,

There's the seed of justice.

In every doubt,

There's the seed of proof.

In every noise,

There's the seed of silence.

In every act of hate,

There's the seed of love.

In a world of nothing,

There's the seed of everything.

In every war,

There's the seed of peace.

In every success,

There's the seed of failure.

In every victory,

There's the seed of loss.

In every win,

There's the seed of defeat.

In every deed,

There's the seed of consequence.

In every disaster,

There's the seed of awakening!

TANGIBLE.

You missed my birthday,

You're gone.

You missed a Christmas anniversary,

Your absence leaves a hole.

Recollections, images come into my mind,

I sense you close

Think, all will be fine in time,

But feelings disclose 

That you're not here,

To touch and to hold close

Tangibly, you're not there

To visit as my second home.

Just a shell remains

At that place where you lived,

Atmosphere stains and silence taints

        the walls, with your history.

I forgot to erase you from my cell phone,

Expecting you to call,

But that's not to be, no hope, chance or maybe's

You're gone, 

Not to return through life's door.

Tangible touch,

Tangible talk,

Tangible hold,

Tangible love,

Tangible presence, physicality,

Ever you in this world I shall never see.

TO NOT UNDERSTAND.

To not understand yourself,

Requires others to understand you.

To understand yourself,

Does not require the need to feel it's

Important for others to understand you.

BLOW SWEET WIND. (1)

Blow sweet wind;

Blow your sweet blow,

Because when you change;

I change,

When you're angry;

I'm angry,

When you're calm and warm,

So am I,

And when you blow into different directions at once,

That's when I'm confused,

And when you are still, in your serenity,

That's when I'm at the height of myself satisfaction.

So blow sweet wind;

Blow your sweet blow,

Because without you,

I could never appreciate myself

As I am. 

SEX.

I resonate with you,

Like two in harmony, we make our own tune,

Strumming the moment, the present hums,

With music of the soul vibrating through each 

others being, connecting the thread, so two becomes one.

I've bonded with you in ways so unique,

Infatuated; my senses are weak,

I'm open for love to reign,

This fascination taunts mercilessly, for passionate love,

and loving you.

I've set the scenes:

The films, the dinners, times in dancing shoes,

The secret talks in French cafes,

Stealing walks in mind's masquerades,

The joy of anticipation, a moment soon shared

Release expectation, then romance despairs,

For without romance, sex is just food;

And ignites the zone, that some behold, for mountains to move.

I resonate immensely with you,

We are two in harmony, together one tune. 

FAMILY.

I argued with you the other day

        And it hurt me.

Didn't put my ego to one side

to understand the stress in your plight;

Rang you back to apologize,

But your voice mail replied,

The both of us; blinded by pride,

Hurtled emotional bombs to maim,

Said our goodbyes, in a cloud of blame,

Nothing solved

Nothing justified,

What was needed was forgiveness to shine.

Family; we never chose to be with,

A deciding fact of fate,

Created by others to shape, the bonds 

that are eventually made.

I conversed with you the other day

       And true affinity ensued.

I cherish the sentiments,

The simple, outspoken, outrageous comments,

Opinionated issues, heated moments,

Understood and accepted, because we are family,

That intrinsic, unique sense of empathy, no outsider can reach.

Family ties; are subconsciously permanent,

Though some are subjected to conscious estrangement.

        No matter what the crisis

        No matter what the breach,

        No matter what kind of status is achieved,

        No matter whatever the boundaries,

Or the understanding of beliefs perceived,

        We do not choose family:

And yet the love and connection, regardless of how beautiful

        or strained, the truth is; it is like a secret language, a

        law unto itself,

Which billows and blows like fire, with deep love at its helm.

         

AEROSPACE.

Perched on the highest bough,

I look across beyond the civilized crowd,

To see horizons in my shroud,

Into fulfillingness;

Gentle proud islands

Created in the clouds,

Perferated colours by the sunbeams gown;

Skylands, seen through eyelash telescopes;

An imaginative hope;

Earth/air approach,

Sighted through aeroplane windows;  

To grasp the show,

A mental photograph captured for home.

JUST A LONELY THOUGHT.

I stand alone

Like the sun in the sky,

Like the clouds that pass by,

Like the moon at night.

I stand alone 

Like the twinkling of the stars,

To the wake of the morn,

To the setting of the afternoon.

I stand alone in nature.

But am I really alone?

IMAGES OF INNER LIFE.

Shadows comfort my space

To which I run to;

The upper partials to inner life

Welcome the dreams I live in;

Like, the dark side of the moon

I revert into myself;

Gaily dancing below consciousness

To the warmth of my images,

Where order agrees with disorder;

Like a palate of multi-coloured moonbeams

Which form stages at times relate;

What a shame to have to wake

At Day-Break.

EARTH EGG TIMER.

Another nuclear experiment

More powerful than before,

A political deterrent 

Archaic insensitive thought,

Deciphering the sense for good reason

All answers come to nought,

A burst, a chain reaction

Along the pacific fault.

2006 first saw this action

2009 sees rumblings of nature's wrath,

Violation of a resolution in 1718

Has brought the world a dangerous ghost,

But is this a call to be taken notice of 

A 3ft dwarf thinking he's 6ft tall,

Theories, and mixed agendas send confusing messages,

A message to one and all.

Condemnation has no solution except, awareness

        to be sought,

The effect of all experiments do not exemplify

        a cause.

The consequence is catastrophic

But who knows what can come,

Fire from each fault sprout simultaneously

       earthquakes, storms and floods may run,

At times it would be hard to see the sun,

Was this written to come?

Doom and gloom leaves the whole world lame,

It's up to us, to shift hearts and minds, of those maybe,

       playing a fools game

With the gun pointing at the global face.

Is it about winning?

Is it about preserving?

Or is it about the perpetual race,

What makes the breath of fear, galvanize this sensitive state?

One wonders where good sense may lie, when negatives keep churning,

It takes all of us to nurture, instead of burning,

The earth will never die;

Only by permission of the great wind in the sky,

It shall regenerate;

And what's left of the old will see the new rise glorious,

       learning from past mistakes!

The dragon stirs ominously, as we live, watch and wait! 

        

 

THE LION'S DEN.

The young Lion stands tall from his white cliff

        top, with his pride of lions at his side,

Watching over the multitude of sheep living

        in their fields or not, looking out for them day and night,

Whilst the jackals unite with the cunning fox

       to bring down the young Lion's slight,

Goaded by fears of change, they take action to stop, the 

       losing of old fashioned rights. 

The young Lion's motives seem sound enough,

       to make it easier, for all sheep, to live better times,

But the jackals and the fox with their elitist lot, will always challenge

       the young Lions might.

If, they were placed amongst the flock, they'd infiltrate dark tricks 

         to rule the helm, 

And, whomsoever controls providing for them,

        the debts, the wealth and the market spends,

Controls the world's animal kingdom as well! 

      

  

UNLOCK, UNBLOCK.

I laugh with you

As I perceive the emanation of good,

        oosing through every pore of your being

        bringing comfort to our frank discourse,

        encouraging ease,

Opening the heart for soothing vibrations 

         to run free.

Absent is prejudice, in this moments reverie,

The eternal now,  boasts streams of honesty

Quietly kept in confines of ones personal identity,

Whilst unspoken words, exude purpose and respectability.

I laugh with you as we talk,

The hum of time chimes its melody, flowing

        without pause, 

lingering; to last in historical life,

        seeing your nature, opens my eyes

        to learn, aspects of self, that secretly lie,

Untapped, now unlocked by freedoms wiles,

A synergy inspired to open the mind.

IS THERE SUCH A THING?

Can forgiveness wipe a guilty slate clean?

Can forgiveness not judge, and start all 

       over again?

Can forgiveness lessen the virtue of 

Respect or integrity, after harm,vice or

       ill has been stricken

Can forgiveness keep the same feelings

       given?

Can forgiveness uphold what has been,

      without a change of heart, or

      creating distrust and suspicion?

Can forgiveness say, 'what's done is done'

      without putting to shame another's feelings

      after all that's admitted, and honesty,

      trust and truth are abound once more?

Can forgiveness ever forget a vice said or done,

       and still retain the same emotions without

any change to the way one thinks or feels in love?

Only unconditional forgiveness, unique in its act;

Can rise above all taints and keep love in tact,

Is there such a thing? 

Is there such a thing as that??

SING VIRGO CHILD.

Sing Virgo child

Let your voice ring out,

As I lament in your style

The anguish, the trauma and pain 

Love's brought, is shouting from you, loud!

Your figure in the public face,

Poses like an icon in the land of fame,

And tomorrow, the papers will say,

That you're stoned again, sunk to the depths, down

       with your mate.

And the angst expression written in your songs

Exudes a sense of sadness, being lost and alone.

The media want your scandalous image prolonged, 

And to see you fall, the tragic artist becomes a genious when gone,

I see the little girl being strangled and used,

But as a woman of talent you bend all the rules,

Some may think, there're no flies on you,

Because your wayward behaviour makes national news.

But, the music you sing in the style that you house,

Is like excellent vintage wine, without any drop of doubt.

  

UNTAMED DANCER.

Blow wind blow,

The sweet time you hone,

Make your noise sound,

Almost owl-like in tone,

Through your haunting breath;

One takes pleasure in that cool largess,

As if, you enfold yourself close, with pride, so effortless

At the right time, day and place, like perfume

To the heart, breathtaking in your gentleness.

Blow wind blow,

The currents in your flow,

Come with skips of delicate breezes, for all tempos

you moan,

And groan, involuntary; those ripples of ecstasy without being heard,

Caught in the corridors of the heart 

The wind of love, for you, ebbs and turns,

Like an untamed dancer, who's as free as a bird!

THE WANDERLING.

Lone spirit;

But not alone,

A free spirit;

But not free,

Housed in the frame,

Ego frets,

The mind's its servant;

Succumbing to dictates; to want,

To get;

To get,

And the pressure of restraint becomes easier;

As the wanderling child, is disciplined into an

Infinite wake

For the pursuit of peace and all its shapes,

And for this,to lose the bond of ego's chains,

And swim peacefully in the waves of the soul's enchanted terrain.

INHALE, EXHALE.

Caress me slowly with your smoky haze

Afternoon whispers before dusk claims its end,

Tap me softly into a mental daze

With soothing sweet thoughts before night descends,

Touch me silently where I need to roam,

Inhale, exhale the breath speaks your name

On this journey in quiet repose,

Drifting, is led by your smiling face.

At that moment the cell-phone rings,

Your name comes up; I press green to connect,

Knowing your voice, and to hear you speak

Brings a wave of comfort which strengthens faith

Saying, all that you give I embrace and need,

Reminding me, amorously, the kindness of fate.

DESTINY CALLING.

Is it so, that everyone has their destiny to fulfill?

For you my friend, you've had the call of fame,

      much pain an' life ills,

Maybe, major changes blur your view 

       seeing no prospects to come,

But this is not the end my friend, your time has

      just begun,

For the world has yet to see you in a certain

     active light

Through your talents, stance and nature your

     future's looking bright,

And those who choose to sensationalize, throwing

     dirt beside your name,

Are fueled by fear-based jealousies, they can't

     bear to watch you gain.

Do not be afraid my friend, of times that lay ahead,

Just see each day, as a step closer to gaining what is 

     mean't.

And when that day presents itself for great success

     quite soon,

Just be the self, the good we know, because the world

     will love you too!

 

 

 

IT'S MORE.

Sentenced to life without you,

Imprisoned in my memories of you,

Condemned to the heartache of not giving

       what I should of,

If only; rattles my conscience

       as I reflect back to you opening the door to greet me,

And being met with your innocent smile, so full of grace;

       calling my name sweetly.

I had someone who knew me so completely,

The world was never too large for me to be in,

Because, wherever I'd go, there was assured safety,

For I was still a child, connected to you deeply.

Invincible I was, 'n' 10ft tall with you,

Now I'm just someone with occasional strength,

At those dark hours, I'd bask in the light of your

         tender refuge,

Replenished I'd become to face the world again.

The world now seems much colder without you,

It's a different place, at times, hard to get used to,

There's no haven for my heart, like you to run to,

No illusive cloud around me; to keep 

      my spirit young.

I take comfort in that one day we shall meet,

But that does not help my trials of today,

I sail the tides and streams of living waters: 

Conditioned life with you blinded my ways,

But now I see it clear and plain as day.

Time you gave allowed my soul to speak,

But now you're gone; what feeds my soul's deep need?

I don't cry for you.

I don't mourn,

It's more; that now I love you more!

 

ON THEIR WAY.

You feel like you're marooned in a boat 

         rowing against the tide,

Maybe, something whispers, to take it slow;

        it's time to revitalize,

Listen to what your heart now says,

       then prioritize your mind,

Phases and moments can come to test

       with gems you need to find.

If your reality means that, at all cost,

        you must rise up and succeed

Or you'll never be happy, with yourself

       'til your ideal goal's achieved,

Then, there's no room to see and feel 

        simple pleasures life has to give,

And nothing's good enough for you,

       attaining only, makes you live.

Do you sense, the more intense your wants

       the further goals seem to be reached,

So relax, let go, let the universe sow,  then what is 

       shall soon be seen,

Of course; there's practical living to consider,

      that's part of everyday, 

But, for you my dear,there're no failures to fear

      Your desires are on their way,

It is written that, you succeed in life's play.      

LITTLE CHILD.

Little child running wild,

Tell me what you see,

Storybooks and fairy tales,

And your mind running free,

Little child running wild,

The smile that you shed

Is the picture of happiness;

Makes a man turn his head.

Innocence runs your life,

That's all you know;

Don't let it go!

The way of the world will get you;

As you grow older

Your mind will go cold.

Little child running wild,

Playing with your toys,

All wrapped up in lasting joy

'til the world fills your head with ploys.

Tadpoles and buttercups,

Chasing after birds,

Talking to a leprechaun

That's lost its way home.

Little child running wild,

Enjoy your make-believe,

'cause you will ride your rocking horse,

and see reality.

MY GUIDED FRIEND.

My guided friend,

I see the help you have given,

Not obvious but hidden,

Your loyalty whispered unnoticed through each season,

From when so young the roads strived you've driven,

And provisions made, for others dreams to come to fruition.

My guided friend,

I see the strength in your courage,

The dignity displayed for truth you've tried to forage,

It's by fates hand to help not discourage,

And bring you to heights in your talents and potentials through its 

wisdom and knowledge,

Do not fret or be afraid my guided friend,

Be angry, resentful for as long as that time's spent,

For when adversity plays, it never lasts, and soon ends,

Never forget what you've achieved for so many in this life,

And do not let their dismissal tear you inside,

It takes time for some to realize,

That nothing in life is random, your deeds you can cherish with great pride,

And yet, it's seems that when giving, does not register in your mind. 

Your seed, though profound in this life has been sown,

May you reap for yourself the golden harvest that is yours, and yours alone!

   

ORPHANED.

My mother and father are sleeping

In a graveyard by the way,

Here am I like a lonely little horse,

With no-one to talk to, no-one to play,

      And so I graze, 

      in meadows far from home,

Cultural fields I roam,

As years slip from my grasp, And winds howl, 'go venture more roads'

      The wand of life's mysterious maze.

Doors close,

Windows open,

Windows close infusing woe,

Who knows, where I shall be taken, where I'll end up

In this world's contemptuous repose.

Temptations of glamour hanker my whims,

Ambitious ideals taunt with seductive smells,

The ego's blown about, being influenced by whatever's current in whatever sells,

I've fallen victim.

Coaxed continuously into chasing the sounds of  success's knell,

Without care to the cost of pride for celebrity, recognition, fame and riches

It's subtle presence keep's clanging like a worn out bell,

The crutch: for mother to never settle for meagre wishes,

And at the end of all this, what have we to gain?

What purpose is life that blows between joy and pain

        As it taps mind plays with a kiss.

The crutch has been taken,

My goals have been shaken,

Dormant lies more talent behind my soft shell,

Here to come forth, before my death, 

But then whom would I have helped?

 

TWISTER.

The old grand ship sailed on high seas,

The crew well governed in their candour,

Togetherness, cemented with wine balk and banter,

One day a mutiny struck , the captain took his boat to leave,

He rowed alone to shore,

Took up refuge with Island people,

Made his mark , then looked back seaward,

Saw the old grand ship's mast was tattered and torn,

His crew, enraged, baying for the captain's blood,

Venom sprayed out high through their libelous words,

For on the sea , the tides turned worse,

All reason lost, absent is belief and worth,

As pure water ran out, seawater they drank,

Delirium creeps , some member's succumb to this senseless disease,

'Who cares' is their mantra , 'we just want to hurt,'

And see him rot, before we go, first .

You cannot bring back, what you've already burnt,

As the wind whispers and twists over bow and stern,

And the captain sits quietly alone on the beach , 'your day will come and when it does, We ALL will have learned' !