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.