ADVENT OF POTENTIAL.

Earth. Is one of heaven's most beautiful

and enchanting gardens with a limitless

source of abundance in possibility and

opportunity, thats if the mind so allows!

IN-SPIRATION.

Walking, talking, disarming and connecting,

Interests ignite each personal stance of view

Stretching minds, hearts rejoice, accepting,

Allowance, tolerance, freedom's face shown,

Novelty is boasting,

New-ness coasting,

Boundary's kept ensure respect and polite leniency

Likened to throwbacks of chivalry and chastity,

Nothing interferes to interrupt but endears, to the

Air of potent pleasure,

Knowing acutely, you're releasing personal toxic

Self imposed pressure,

Those demons come, brandishing an emotional

Sword fence rues... without such leisure,

Like a wise-woman you've made them disappear

From some feeble harbouring sight,

To replace tension with a depth of substance; you

truly excite,

And filled! you've brought comfort, a much needed

Dose of joy smouldering intently inside!

GLAZED TALKING!

The art of communication is lost in the noise

of empty discussion over nothing, except on

some willful display in fueling levels of self

gratification of certain importance, wherever

possible.

And shallow conversation spurned for the sake

of small talk, comes with the view of appearing

interesting to whomsoever is prepared to listen!

Inauthenticity!

Cloaked in 'casual dialogue' laughed off by a

witless joke without the realization to the perpetrator,

it opens the door for others to know the level

of that individuals nature, and quality of character

They choose to expose.

QUALITIES OF THOUGHT.

Thought: the ever chattering muse of individual

consciousness,

determines the path to where rewards of feast,

harvest and famine lie!

And shapes, then goads the pool of fortune of

what one becomes.

(Of ones apparent path made of becoming).

THAT!!!

If one ever saw the soul and what the

shape of its essence really looked like,

then perhaps, maybe, one would see...

and 'get it!' the expression of the mighty

spirit, and know that 7 billion souls and

all that is, is part of that!!

THIS HOUSE!! SEED IN A CORN FIELD.

I hold only myself responsible

for the outcome of my fate!

TWO SIDES OF THE SAME TAPESTRY.

Scientists, academics and logicians

can explain the concept of rational

life to a point. There is an endless,

huge, illogical and irrational element

in life as well!

NO FRILLS!

Sometimes life is like a toddler learning to walk!

IMAGES AND SHAPES!!

And through the ages there's always been

A dark force living in the underlay as the

Worlds dark soul,

Great warriors have had their way ruling

The world; keeping their muses in tow.

From the dawn of mankind the brave and

the wretched have led,

Civilization to the brink of near death,

And this dark soul creeps with cause,

A vibration ebbs, undiscerning thought,

Taking territories, kingdoms slaying the

Innocent, buying and selling in power

Practices so the greatness of a nation is sort.

As eons pass by, this dark soul changes face,

A new nation holds position of governing the

spirit of the human race,

An' when its too safe this darkness moves on

To the next pride of place, where a person...

people and conflict, it can rest and feed on,

accumulating more power to rule the world...

in fearful purgatory, incessant pain,

This time: its not a modern material thinking

State, but a small thorny one with a very large face,

Tradition's in the underbelly but the coin apes from

Others ways of non traditional tastes,

The dark soul breathes heavily bringing mayhem,

The baton has changed hands to its new henchmen,

Poised to rage and waiting patiently to reshape,

As they did throughout two world wars and other

Historical fates,

History's tale: for the dark soul to survive it feeds and

spews and feeds insatiably until its grasp over millions

of years is securely held as the blue print and aesthetically

taped!

WHAT WE BECOME IS OUR OWN PERCEPTION!

The past is void filled with images and experiences,

The future is void filled with images of hope, longing

and expectations,

The present, is the twilight like the sky and the sea

meeting, forming the line which makes the horizon

seen from the land.

We're in the twilight but we're forever bringing past

baggage into the future living out everydayness in

striving towards material happiness in the morrow!

UNDERSTANDING.

Wiping the sweat

from my brow,

To face the might

of letting down,

With pride and pomp sat high in

My chest,

Not realizing the hurt that's set...

On the voluntary road to a

Negative rest,

The cost of someone's sorrows

Bow down,

To punishment felt on a

Painful proud,

Sorry, my answer cries,

What I've done, I don't deny

I do realize.

To give in to comfort for that while,

Forgiveness awaits you with a smile,

My heart is made clean

From what you show,

Your understanding never fails

To glow!

TO BE AWARE.(DIVA).

Spoilt, by the fear of losing,

Too ready to walk away

From trying,

Handling the self without

Conception

In laying weight on

Someone else's head,

(Living and thinking

a past glory perception)

Putting a barrier up out

Of reach of criticism,

But always ready to lash

The whip on whoever

Crosses the territory,

(Venturing into close

Proximity)

The excuse is: 'take as

I am,

Its natural to behave

this way,'

All ready open to analyze

And want to know other

Selves inside and out,

But no-one dare step

Up to forward a view on

character assessment

Or make-up

Unless of course, flattery

softens a moody fount,

Holding back on shades

of giving,

Is this, the prime example

An insecure person who's

Believing,

they're strong?

Lifting the barrier on good

moments when it suits, then

Bringing it down when those

Moments aren't to show,

All in all a delicate...

personality disposition,

that plays the leading role,

To protect an easily burned

person below!

EVERY EVENT HAS ITS PERIOD.

Red, orange, yellow and crimson,

Art for death, a seasonal condition,

Beauty speaks, the blue sky is hidden,

By cumulus grey fluffy shadows

Stirring for action, coincide with the

Push and pull of the constellation,

And gravity laden with a chill,

Potent is time's melancholy breath to

Dampen the will,

Halloween fest's laugh out the night,

Never witches,wizards or warlocks in

Sunny daylight,

Shop trolls hanging in the twilight dusky

noon,

Energized by kids to play havoc as when

Clouds dance, passing by the full moon,

From each gust of wind like drizzling rain

Leaves find their patch to decorate the

ground,

Soon each tree is skinned looking lifeless in

Their frame

No more flappy noises of their leafy sound,

Except for the evergreen showing off shrewd

Resilience to bear,

Determining a proud existance of its presence

In the fall, this time of year.

BOX OF TREASURES.

Saw you off in a minicab today,

You'd made arrangements to

Visit the hairdressers and take

Dirty washing to the laundrette

Along the way,

Gave me some things I had do

like posting a few vip letters by

Early afternoon!

I couldn't help but notice...

A sorrow in your eyes,

Behind a brave disguise,

Trying to hide,

A kind of deep sorrow...

Like You had resigned,

Changes had been made in an

Ignorant style,

Power play's rampant in a...

Corporate climate; with stress

Demonstrating its ugly smile,

And draining has been the fight

To acquire what's right,

Under the weather you've been

For a while!

Nevertheless I still see sorrow

In your eyes,

Outside of your work; it's there

In your home life,

For so long maybe life's been on

A low level,

Pushing faith to the limit seems

Your spirit can't settle,

I pray for the ultimate in the best

For you,

Don't want you to sacrifice any

Happiness or dreams you pursue,

I pray that one-day, one-day soon,

The gods will smile down and say:

'Its your turn for glory, how do you

Do?

This great box of treasures is solely

For you,

Its your turn for praise, your turn to

Wear successful shoes,'

For all that you've given and others

Too,

In life, your love is the living proof,

Up until this day you've done what no

Other could do,

May your path you've chosen now, will

Forever bloom!

WHATEVER IT IS!

Whatever it is,

Keep it coming this way,

Don't delay the flow,

Keep sending it always,

Blow that fragrance

Mild, fast and slow,

Whatever it is,

Activate this emotion

Ignite the spark time and

again,

There's no let up from its

Pulsation,

Waves of its sensation,

Permeates my heart with its

naked flame,

Whatever it is,

Takes a back seat at times

When domesticity tramples

To the fore,

And focus is in trying to

make ends meet

Life's shouting its echo,

'Living cannot be ignored!'

Whatever it is,

Doesn't lose hold or intensity,

It stands steadfast and free,

Until those stressful moments

Cease,

Even then, it coats the air with

Its essence bringing radiance

Back to the heart when times

Need,

Whatever it is,

Makes my world with you be

That comfortable spectrum

Perfect in existance and my

Awareness,

Without it there'd be no you

Indeed, because you are...

Whatever it is in excess!

SWEET YELLOW CANARY.

The sweet yellow canary singing in her cage,

Sings songs of being free and stories of

Experiences she's gained,

Staring through the blinds observing people's ways,

Venturing from a prison known is difficult if tamed.

Speaking with an enthused air, the keeper came

And said:

"Oh sweet yellow canary why do you hang your

head?

And sing sad songs with such innocence and beauty,

with dark tones of angst filling your delicate heart

Oosing droplets of melancholy,

from dawn 'til you go to bed?

Suppressed traumas hidden, but caged feeling safe,

Blinkered is sight absent is faith.

The Keeper continued:

"Your door is open your freedom's a step

But a millstone, out of all proportion is placed 'round

Your neck and inside your head."

"Nay." Said the yellow sweet canary, I choose to be

Singing in my cage,

I know best,

Freedom can wait,

I have time; there is no haste,

What's the fruit for me to taste?

And the keeper replied:

"Can't you see, the wings to fly have been clipped to

your breast,

Far too long you've lived in your cage being fed,

By the currents of life on which you nurse in your head,

So accustomed to the habits that fear has now bred,

And safe in fear's garden you've been caged and been

Kept."

"Your cage door is open, sweet yellow canary, your

Freedom is set,

One-day you'll fly and taste sweet happiness,

And know that there was not a cage at all you were safe in

But just a grass fence!

WORTH WITHOUT WEALTH.

Secret desires,

Is a prison in emotional fires,

And associations to be recognized,

By family, friends and professional

Ties,

Brings a striving for glory to gratify,

The self,

Fulfilling needs for the id to thrive

And swell,

At full throttle on the premise that

Happiness, success and fame may

Shine for contented glory to live full

And Burn well,

Ambition is a fortress built to honour

Prosperity and material wealth.

Alas, this illusion can only transpire,

To losing many a valued thing with

Fear pulling the wire,

And being far away from the truth

Required,

Worth without wealth leaves the mind

Wandering in hapless mires.

I SIT HERE NOW!

I sit here now, watching her sleep,

On the settee she slumbers

In her sojourn of peace,

Defying all what is around her

In her quietude,

The tv plays pop videos

Without sound coming through,

Where has she gone to?

What is her journey?

The dusk of late afternoon has

Her dozing early,

Inertia has taken over her quietly

This Sunday,

It's so far away from the distaste

Of Monday,

Peaceful!

A slight murmur in her breath

As she embraces, rhythmically

The world in her sleep,

A secret graced only by a courteous

Need,

In an underworld haven a place for

The free,

And love takes a back seat without

Fear, fuss or fret,

The coma sleep cradles no other

May tread,

She alone, can travel its nebulas

Depths,

And wake from the magic gently

Refreshed.

I sit here now, watching her sleep,

With dressing gown draped over her

As she warms the settee,

The tv plays pop videos with sound

On delete,

And the peace she exudes brings a

comforting endearment to me.

STROKE ME!

Stroke me in my mind today,

Take away the chatter that

Cannot switch off,

Collapse my mind into that

Sensitive space

Where the image of you resides

Giving food to this heart

The love that burns without a stop.

As I walk the street today and

become saturated in the glare

Of the present,

Reflections, expectations and

Influences of all kinds

Filter into my head like tiny

Friendly characters,

Teasing all thoughts, leaving

Behind emotions of confusion

Fear and discontent.

So come;

I ask you,

Stroke me in my mind today

Take away the chatter that

Cannot switch off,

Collapse my mind into that

Sensitive place,

Where the image of you resides

Giving food to this heart as love

Burns without a stop.

AN APPLE BY ANY OTHER NAME!

The sign of the bitten apple

heralds the fall from grace,

A symbol, of whatever it's

Assigned to as a label...

Is a Blessing then cursed?

To crumble without trace!

Nothing lasts in Karmic Fate!

THOUGHT DROPLETS!

The last Aquarian age was it the time of Atlantis?

If so, the demise then was one of, abusing life's

beauty through audacious progressive advances.

Saturated by world reliance of the digital scream...

Are we,

So dense in material consciousness we exist...

Too far gone to turn back to ways of natural being?

Are computers like humans, to evolve with their own

unique consciousness?

No choice will we have in this, to use... or not use

Imposed mental process,

Spurned through broken cycles into social regress,

I dare to think what 50 or more years will bring,

Is it the war of worlds with hopeful air never ending?

Will an intervention from the sky bring a eureka

moment pending?

Questions are many yet answers come cryptically

Bending,

When found; its not the truth: but the start of more

Questions perplexing,

To settle then!

On a new renaissance, or that ever expected doom

Or a choice signifying a compassionate beginning?

STANCE OF ECHO.

I am but an echo in the crowd,

Who would hear or come to

help me if my spirit cried aloud?

Many shades of vibrant faces

present; walking proud,

I look and stand among them

But not of them in a shroud,

Protecting, preserving a disposition

Comes with a lonely cloud.

PARTIALS OF CHARACTER.

Life has a multitude of sins for us to blame for our ills.

If connecting to the realm of the core self, where peace resides,

were to be the natural way and primary nature in thinking,

doing, feeling and being, then one would have nothing to

complain about, nothing to blame.

VOW.

I give myself to you totally,

What's mine is yours to have truly,

Walking through life with you as one,

Sharing with you life's trials with love,

The promise of my happiness is here,

Within loves garden, no cross to bear,

I cement my future and all I do,

Forever bonded heart to heart with you!

SMILE.

All is good with the world

At those enchanting times

When I'm in your company.

10,10,10. SOLIS DOMINICA.

What a day! to cherish this time given,

Earth Mother dances with the Sun God

To the buzzy life in London England,

Autumn, her music strums to the gasp

Of timid moments sweltering in the hot

climate,

Extravagance of this Indian Summer

Delays long sleep for the tired primate.

The radical change of weather pattern's

Makes the body ache and weary,

Infection sprouts a bugging flu with

A sniffling red nose, eyes bleary,

As the fall of each year welcomes cold sights of

Dampness and grey, like clockwork birds migrate,

Throwing off, this summer sunlight like a treat

In our midst, comes this way so rarely, creeps

By... glowing, then leaves late.

The Autumn dew and falling leaves, shimmering

small waves of the lake being kissed by the...

passing breeze that says,

Spring is set to arrive early expect an early summer

in May,

The weather, confusing near topsy turvy, restless...

When it wants to play.

Her boisterous inclinations at times can be scary...

Appearing to revel in the throws of being blusteringly

Precocious, like an unmerciful paraqueet, wild canary,

But when pleased yields to being naturally contrary!

Still, 'what a fine day it has been today'?

PAGES.

Pages!

Seven billion pages in one glorious book,

Every page has a story to tell of conflict,

Consequence, love, pain and discontent in

Each social brook,

The index page: credits great men, women

And children who shaped terrains...

On journeys of heroic deeds unstaged,

And to those ugly giants who delved into

Mists of terror and negative seas sowing

Persuasive thorns to inspire dark trade,

Are lessons to learn stained in the anima

Of the Book's fate.

And the backbone being the tree of life from

A dark other world dimensional mist alive in

A vibrant frequency, crashing through super

thin silk-like veil into this; the 'Now,' the act

In a large animate, dramatic, cosmic genesis!

Staging of the scene: Boasts a theory of a

Unique, harmonious but ominous beginning,

Treachery lurking spawned to its power bursts

Out, ablaze in a new consciousness awakening,

As the quest: of progression rolls onward...

Plots thick in turmoil and transformations;

Burn fiercely in narrow and fearful beliefs,

Charismatic characters tap into deep wretched

Crevasses to gratify their abyssmal cold world;

Like vampires on constant feeds praise infamy

Through rampant dark vainglorious deeds!

While zeitgeists hail for truth and insight

Behind a screen of conspiracy laden themes.

And the ending: The perpetuating force...waiting:

That accepts no animate proof of this beginning,

Sub plots: the twist is the scheme in everything;

The angst undertone of the soul thriving in every

Story of most pain stricken scenes the Book reads,

Cycles upon cycles, layers upon layers...

Worlds ever rearranging, changing,

But the cover stays how it is: holding, interpreting,

If blindly closed; we'll see surprises, we'll keep on

Asking and guessing!

The Climax, The Ending, The Result, The reversal

The Resolution!

Seven billion pages in one glorious book,

And every page has a story to tell,

And every story a plot, posing their

Version of a partial outlook that's lived and

Known so well!

MAJOR AFFECT.

I take a glimpse at you...

As you engross yourself

In the virtual life of the net,

Seeming content,

Regardless of storms...

Your inner world begets,

And a voice inside says:

''I'm touched by you much."

And I smile in my quietude

At your posture, your silhouette,

Displayed on the wall lit: it's kept!

And your silky side of face,

Facing me bringing to mind

A certain innocence

Such endearing charm...

The moment projects.

And if I were to pass tomorrow

My last wish would be,

That the world could know you

As I do; and see,

I've had this life's good fortune

To love you indeed!

LAPTOPMANAIA!

I go to my laptop happy,

And come off, after some time, like a zombie.

I open her mouth all bright and fresh faced,

And come away disheveled and hardly awake.

Hypnotized by her mesmerizing way,

I check my emails replying most of the day ,

I scan the yahoo page to gain some news,

And scour the 'my space' passing through 'you tube.'

If I'm interrupted I look around blank,

Get slightly irritated should someone come with pranks.

That's how serious it gets, they were asking for help,

Yet she got jealous, giving my attention somewhere else.

I go to my laptop calm and happy,

And come off, after a long time, disheveled like a zombie,

Draining me of human warmth she creeps 'n' takes over,

Replacing it with her metallic soul, initiative goes asunder,

Dependence is what she needs to have, you cannot do....

without her... not ever.

I go to my laptop so calm and happy,

And come off, after so many hours, disheveled like a zombie.

CHARM.

"Hello Munchkin!"

She said with enthusiasm in a childlike way.

She had just awoken from a short sleep...

Taken whilst watching tv somewhere...

Between 9 and 10 after a long working day.

Frozen in time and space,

Her scintillating magic had been caught...

Bringing an endearing half-smile to my face,

Releasing those currents in feeling that love...

Constantly spills, ah! My amour, my little sport,

I watch, embracing the charm of her inner child,

Received with finesse in such feminine style,

I allow myself unquestionably... to gently fall,

And love... like a fountain comes flowing without

Any sign of hinderance in being sought.

THE FLOW.

Careless is my heart when in the throws of love,

Ill is caution when intimacy beckons,

And soire's of sweet caresses bring a sensitive flow

Of irresistible urges in passion to commence

Another chapter and verse with you...

For those annals of sentimental pastimes bathed in

Nostalgia's smooth laments.

NO LESS.

My attachment of value,

To what is appreciated,

Is enriched in each action,

perception,

Heartfelt conception,

Of everything about you,

To bring a simplistic view,

Emotions say and make

Understanding a personal

Desire to always remain

Without any doubt or question,

In that precious, fragile place,

Totally engrossed in love

And that place to be perpetual

In its existance,

Life with you can be no less,

Then being here loving all of you

Beyond life itself I confess,

Oh what a wonder to be caught

encased,

In the sprinkling of love's

Integrity emotively embraced.

THE JEALOUS SUN.

The sun shone jealously

Through the balcony doors,

In this time of summer's ending,

Essences abound affectionate clouds stimulate

And hum more,

While the gentle breeze welcomes the rise of

Autumn's face tenderly.

I look at your hair set in a pony tail,

As you potter in the kitchen speaking...

Emphatically to a friend on the mobile,

Your heart speaks in tones of a womanly child,

The face shows a mature innocence such beauty

in guile.

And as for your demeanor so loving,

Now teases my heart to reciprocate something

In a manner of a physical response which results

Quite spontaneously into affectionate hugging.

The sun shines jealously in my living room,

And the love for you at this moment is

Magnified without reason except being caught

In the majesty of this summer's perfume,

Magnified by the power of my love for you.

MY TWEEDIE PIE.

She's like a little tweedie pie.

When she's all sad her cheeks go cute and red

And her eyes go all big and blue...

With big crocodile tears rolling down her sad

looking face.

When she's happy she's like a big tweedie pie

Sunbeam,

And in her element of surprise her naivete...

Is like that of a giant sunflower molded with

The high intelligence of a sophisticated lady.

She's just like a tweedie pie. At least....

Sometimes.

PHASES OF MOODS.

Subsiding rain,

Caused ache to reign,

For no reason.

Never felt like this when I was a child

Or a youth,

Perhaps I was a naive, go lucky,

Pathetic fool,

But now I'm a man

I'm more of a fool,

Because the life I chose to live

Has less meaning in phases of moods.

Becareful!

Just because awareness of a person

May now have been proved,

Doesn't give one the excuse or right to

Abuse,

Children never realize they just say and

Do,

That's why as a man

I'm more of a fool,

Primary examples of living are set by

Children both kids and in youth.

IN THE HANDS OF CIRCUMSTANCE.

Assembling what I call a building block,

To gain easy access to a coping stock,

Energy is used on mundane woe,

To the insatiable index of debts I owe,

A passing phase that seems to last a

Long time,

That's a constant irritation in the back

Of my mind,

Maybe irrigation has wetted the seeds

To grow,

In a destiny of torment that suffering

knows,

Of the after effects the acts of society

And circumstance that has diagnosed,

My being forced into adapting no

Choice in the say for happiness to flow.

THE EVERYDAY FORUM, LIFE.

Living powerfully empowered by love

Loving powerfully inspired by life

Being is the creative expression of truth,

Love and light which enforces inner peace,

Being authentic within, through straight

Action, true to word and deed breeds integrity,

Possibilities are endless as past issues cease

Interpretations and stories are just that...

When expressing childhood scenes of hurt

And pain shaping a lifelong personal trait,

Perpetuating a deep rooted need,

Feeding an underlying notion of 'looking good,'

Cultured by humiliation, ridicule, rejection...

Being misunderstood,

Embarrassment or shame, self preservation says

Keep safe, keep hidden procrastinate in coming

clean, keep one's face covered by the hood,

And so, after all that may have been achieved...

'The way it is'

The cold acceptance, leaves the heart unfulfilled,

Living, sensing something's missing, 'without peace

being instilled,'

Potentially swallowing a personal faust in spiritual ill,

For not loving life you live each day,

Not leaving the past where it belongs in its rightful

place,

Puts the future firmly into the present thinking state.

Out in the world there's an educational force designed

To transform, enhance possibility and put one straight,

It has proved that living without underlying peace really

doesn't have to be that way!

KEEP GOING STRONG!

Keep the zest in you forever strong,

For inside every right you'll find

The seed for every wrong,

And in all sadness there comes a

Joyous day,

You know full well when there's so

Much heartache hell wants you to

pay,

But if you choose to see through all

your tears,

To look up again and create new

Horizons for your future years,

Then time shall sail with space for

you to heal,

Until you're well and on the mend

From pain's wrath you conceal,

Then you'll come fighting stronger

than before,

Your talents soaring soaked in gold

No-one can ignore,

If it helps to say to you, hurt in time

Will fade,

The sun will soon come shining

Through, down on you dear Jade.

SO WHAT ARE YOU WORRIED ABOUT?

An empty vessel...

Full of nerves and bones,

Latching on to the dull side...

A brain full of woe,

Show me something interesting

And I'll let you know...

That, an empty shell of no importance

Is where I seem to go.

At this moment there's mud sliding over

My hide,

Every step there's a pot hole...

Smooth isn't the way of life,

Do you want to join me...

In a dirge that's so rife?

Offering a groan in my spirit...

Slowly burying myself in my mind,

'til a complexion of insignificance...

Puts myself and all that I am and...

Worked for, totally out of sight!

QUIETLY YOU SUFFER.

Don't suffer in silence little one,

Reality may taunt you

With nowhere to run,

You crave for the safety and

Warmth from loved ones,

But immersed in their ignorance

Your devotion's been numbed,

Don't suffer in silence little one,

Reality's taken hold...

Forcing you to look up,

At a tainted picture of the world

As it is,

You try to find shelter on some

Make-believe ship,

And cast yourself away to a

Fairy-tale land,

Where you're the ruler in a

Kingdom where dream images...

Command...

For you to live always embracing

The fruits of all you need, want

And can have,

Alone you bathe saturating your

Wiles in a lone innocent stance,

No-one but heaven knows and...

Would ever understand.

Don't suffer in silence little one,

Alone, may be your fortress...

Loneliness may be your garden,

Still the winds of life watch over you

No matter how experiences come,

Something out of the mist will show...

and will bring forth the sun,

And light up all you can achieve...

Then you'll never have to run,

Back to the place you know so well...

To the forest of the fairy charmed!

WHAT MY EYES SEE (1).

What is important to you?

Power, prestige, position

Or status.

Wealth, prosperity, fame

Or success,

Self worth, high esteem

Purpose or greatness,

A house, a home, marriage

Or aloneness,

What is important to you?

Impressions, projection or

Secular accumulations,

Achievements, attainments

For reputable acquisitions,

Your look, your body, Your

age giving confidence,

through plastic appliance,

Being attracted to the opposite sex.

What is important to you?

Security, family, national

Or cultural identity,

Romance, affection, friendship

Relationship intentions,

Religious life mission,

Community living, virtuous visions,

love of world; vocation,

Humanitarianism.

What is important to you?

Your children, their happiness

Or just their existance,

Simplicity, complexity,

Spirituality, intellectual dexterity,

And scientific modality,

Joy, happiness, peace and serenity,

With enmity and amnesty as...

Foundations to destiny.

What is important to you?

The question does not exempt anyone

because every one will have an answer

to the question.

When one truly cannot find an answer

Maybe the importance to that person

Resides in the embrace in just being

And has an acute authentic quality of...

attitude to all life known!

IF, IN DESCENT OF SORROW.

If I'm going to have sorrow in my life:

Let it be that I may be filled full with

Universal joy, at least for a moment.

If I'm going to have sorrow in my life:

Let it be that I may attain all possible

Auspicious, fortuitous, prosperous...

Fruits that the universe can bestow.

If I'm going to have sorrow in my life:

Let it be that I may see the day when

Everyone I care about and everyone

I know, acquaintances and those whom

I don't know may at some point in their

Lives, be happy, rich (spiritually, mentally

Or otherwise), healthy, abundantly strong.

If I'm going to have sorrow in my life:

Let it be that the sorrow I bear, leads me

Onto the path where the light of untold

Splendour perpetually shines!

FEEDING FEAR.

Upheaval of ones mental faculties,

Through doubt, extreme worry, anxieties...

And insecurities,

Is the biggest door,

Opening the longest hall, towards...

The largest chasm... for being controlled,

If not by the dark self...

(Being at times ones own worst enemy)...

But by a powerful ill intentioned someone else.

YOU ARE LOVE!

Can I express from the deepest heart of me,

The passion coated in ineffable love,

And every look spurs more intensity,

So powerless to give words their meaning

the truth is, you are L...!

INTRINSIC, (THE INITIAL CRY).

My mind loves...

My heart loves...

My body loves and...

My soul loves you.

There is no expression of me...

That does not love you.

And if I were to lose this connection,

From that day...

I could not accept anything else...

Except wanting to pass over soon after...

Or seek to obtain a justifiable explanation.

Because as there is the countenance of life

Continuously rolling,

With all its wonder, magnificence, beauty...

Divine essence enfolding;

Without you in it...

Measures of loves grace would surely diminish,

And as the meaning of life, falsely dismissed

Is marred by one's bereft reaction...

It would serve no purpose.

As the urge then, is to emotionally crave an exit,

Sleeping nights only for it to finish.

THE ISNESS IS.

Rich, is the abundance of life; caught in

the vision of the 'now,'

Past reflection and future-nothing, bring

countless images... mindfulness energy...

based in potential from influences so rife,

which in itself pertains to some cause for

pending strife,

And wonder, life glows, has rendered its...

compelling presence of power, to passing

glimpses; metaphors used in the arts...

altered states, experienced and written by

enlightened writers, aesthetics or creative

sensitives, somehow!

What's the point you're making? I'm asked.

'Everyone dies; and in between birth and death

is a trail, a rugged journey.'

Which is reality; the perpetual 'Now.'

SLIPPERY FROM GRASP.

Obscure is truth we all can see around us.

Blind folded by others impressions, labels

Positions, professional rank, work status...

Is the system, conditioned to dictating lives,

Numbed by it! The familiar society babble...

Which harbours stress, tensions, traumas,

Insecurities, fears, pressures, created nauseas...

Seeping, gloriously into the consciousness veil

Called 'making a living;' the fuel of existance

Within daily life's racial and cultural corners,

And for some, plastic surgery, synthetic skin

Beautification addiction, boosts vain practice...

A circle of thinking, narcissistic renew look order,

And Mother Nature cries, irrational behaviour

Promoting, 'Product society disorder syndrome'

Pushing natural boundaries and borders!

Pastime roulettes: lottery hopes to win millions

Heightened nebulas anticipation for a while

But followed quickly by disbelieving smiles,

As prime time viewing on television serves

To make idols, the pursuit of fame as to bathe

The id in glamour life styles,

Which constantly overwhelms and astounds

The heart, so transient is such wanting; On is...

Ambition's heat, then off; like riding to nowhere

on a battered school bus,

Wrapped in; and lost, in wearing fine paper...

clothes of illusion where...

Purpose and reason in true essence alludes us!

SPOILS!

And for the one ambitious illusion,

Waves of anguish trickle slowly to

Its conclusion,

Grey news drones into the cell...

Like a distraught muffled yell,

Making stern noises in priority...

Hollow is envogue's tidal swell?

As the ship comes in bringing down

Significant ones health wise,

Striving for what? a shallow prize...

And after accomplishment...

What then?

A lonely life!

When everyone cared about is absent...

To share the spoils by,

Have died!!

QUIET DIN.

The sun showers rays down on...

my parade today,

Grasping much luminous light...

Before they subside then fade,

Its huge smile everywhere...

Tingles the solemn mood one's

imprisoned in,

And heralds the view of freedom

In joy, for a moment, away from

The noise of quiet din!

DARK HAPPINESS.

Insular! Reserved, suppressed deep waters.

Open to impressionable urges that shun resistance,

Experiences pound, lead to traumatic acceptance...

From taut, strained environmental consciousness

Moulded by patterns of adverse parental guidance,

And so, welcomes the urban fabulous connection,

Lost, is identity of character to the sloth of abject

Individual hopelessness.

Just to feel the presence in strength of being.

In the shape of Belonging to a group or gang,

Existance charts a fated course from a youth in

Urbanhood to a fearless, respected, angry man,

Carrying a frightening baggage of potential crime,

At the hip decorating pockets, a gun, a knife,

Dream bubbles rise of wealth but karma whistles ill

Tidings to claim an innocent life.

The only way from the underground is to reach those

Ranks of the feared, then wait for the damn pointed

Finger of come-upance giving the orders to maim...

Walk the plank towards brutal death or serve years!

The edge, dark happiness rush, comes while the soul

screams,

Then realization bursts mercilessly outward at the

seams,

As the urban coma leaves a life led, extremely

Concussed... in regretful milestones stained in

Innocent and not so innocent blood.. as every breath

Is a howling face seen, in sleep,

Choking conscience, so it never thirsts to dream!

And Mamma said: 'My child was the most beautiful

Looking baby,

The most wonderful, kind child you could ever meet!'

COSMIC CROSS OR JUST HUNGRY!

Today, when early morning in bed,

A major attack of dizziness entered

My head,

Had to get up and open the window,

Felt the need for fresh air to calm this

Swirling inflow,

Still light headed, washed and cleaned

My teeth,

It took all my energy to dress...

Then walk the street,

Headed for breakfast...

Two miles to the caff by bus,

Was disorientated sat motionless...

Tried to think, but could not,

Got off, walked to the desired place...

Felt physically light and wobbly,

'Have no reason to be this way'...

Said to myself quite oddly,

Comforted inside, didn't feel ill...

Throughout the day,

Sat and ate my breakfast, fried eggs...

tomatoes, coffee, toast and marmalade,

Decided to relax and read a book, some

Chapters and a page,

After which thought it strange to have

Experienced such a state,

Where many others fit and sane felt...

Symptoms quite the same,

Some say, it's earth vibrations rumbling...

Signs towards the mayans predicted age,

Maybe, I was just hungry and needed...

Food in my cage!

ACHIEVEMENT.

Thirst sparks a strong determined quest,

To attain personal goals, ambitiousness,

Focused, one direction, one vision, clarity

of view,

Persistence, resilience, perseverance and

Wilful attitude,

With a sure knowledge and belief of where

the road's leading to,

At the peak of accomplishment can peace of

mind come to success you pursue?

What does achievement mean to you?

T CROSS HISTORIC ALIGNMENT.

I hear noises and read opinions

About the cosmic cross,

Transforming all life, for us

Bearing the cost,

Nothing in this life has held such

Attention,

This... is something great!

Governed by cosmic intention.

For each of us, within this time

There's a gem to be found,

And if open, maybe, you'll know

What life is about,

Regardless of world issues

What is written shall come and be,

For the higher vibrations of life will

Become part of our everyday need,

And all the world's ills and darkness

Will shape the way the wisdom and

Light of consciousness shall breathe.

SOLUTION NOT THE CURE!

It takes energy, stability, strength, restraint

and detachment for Tolerance to withstand

another's irrepressible need to instigate the

compulsion in creating meaningless drama!

D AND R!

Two remarkably caring people

With the initials D and R,

Have an incessant disposition,

Giving unfailingly with an open heart,

They're two of life's rare treasures,

A strong family love they impart,

To know them is to love them

No matter who you are.

They find joy in giving surprises,

One's gratitude seems not enough,

And whenever there's a crisis,

They're the first to see things get done,

Giving of their time too, is constant,

It comes quite naturally,

Seems like 'no' is not an option,

If they can help, so it shall be.

And for their Sis's landmark b-day,

T'was a beautiful foreign treat,

It took her breath away so much

Thoughts of home would not compete.

'How marvelous you two are doing

Such a lovely thing!'

Here's a toast to you D and R...

Thank you both for everything.

Blessings!

LARGO DI COMO.

Outstanding!... Whose senses could not be shaken,

By this glorious scene unmistaken,

It's like beauty's soul has awakened.

Is it love manifested as a sight in weary eyes?

Or a symphony:

Overtures caught, possessed in nature's physical

guise,

Bound in rustic affluence of classic splendour,

Rich is history proud outgoing, the native tender,

As the smooth noise of latin tongues speak,

Though commendable, never spoiling for the air of

being meek,

While unspoken whispers in flowing waters carry

Insatiable peace

Overseen, in all majesty, by the imposing grace of

Tree-lined mountain peaks.

Are the vibrations of eden's garden vested here?

A sense of enchanted paradise, the persuasion

Of magic ensconsed, are felt dancing here and there,

No other place captures beauty as potent as this

to bear!

D'ESTE, PULL OF THE LAKE!

Through classic curtains and large french doors onto the balcony,

Stepping into stunning sights rife in picturesque alchemy,

A piano's heard, a backdrop, playing recognizable tones,

The ear-licious sound floats daintily in the breeze creating love...

gentle sojourns to those authentic zones.

Even the seagull takes a spurious moment from flight to chill,

Whilst the lake, ah the lake mysterious, magnificent, surreal,

Expresses a lady like response that would break a heart or kill,

Touching sweetly, she kisses with her unlimited, irresistable air

Yet strong sensuous will.

As evening roams the twilight, and night descends,

'Here's' beauty captured in romance, omnipotence

Flaunting in ernest a satiable pretence power to pretend,

Shown through the ages, those souls leaving worlds behind

Seeking refuge for either, long or short whiles, come

To this exquisite repose for whatever means, proposed to expend.

MAJESTIC WATERS.

A palatial atmosphere,

A colourful past,

An enchanting air,

Steeped in magical essence

floating, unknowingly set to last,

Kings, Queens, Celebrities

Businessmen, Heirs, and

Characters of the Arts,

Have been, and are touched

by the grace and splendour

The great lake imparts,

Looking through large windows

From the presidential room,

She caresses and embraces

Imagination... no less than

How Heaven would bloom.

DREAMCATCHER!

In her white roman style kaftan flowing,

She admires the bewitching, beguiling sea view,

Transfixed, serene like a siamese cat expressing,

Warm beatitudes describing the lake's mood, glacier

range and sunny sky so deep blue,

Emphatically her words fill ears with passion as if

Like willing it to be, so this wish could come true,

That living on these shores of the briny water poses

To be a lifetime achievement, a jewel,

Without which no-where else would come close or do.

MIDDLE OF THE LAKE.

Do you know of a place like this elsewhere?

Exceptional time graces the charm of fragrant air,

It cannot be measured and is so without compare,

Lost in the silence of its tireless golden space,

Is a cradle of beauty at the centre of the lake,

Seen by most kinds of boats through ages past,

Chance has come soaking the time at full mast.

Inquisitive eyes can see the general lay from there,

Textures hitting the senses like a tonic of aromatic

Nectar lost to lonely cares,

Picturesque sightings of villages posing generously,

Peer through the trees show off classic architecture

displayed precociously,

Cannot be captured at the waters edge only at the centre

Where the heart captures nebulas glimpses of wholeness

And welcomes the unaccustomed hum of being blessed.

Moods of silence strum to the feel of insignificance,

The motor boat stationary suggests altered indifference,

Urging impressions of the mind to rule,

Doth yield helplessly to the call of gratitude,

The centre of the lake air, curbs the pride of defences,

While love that looms, bathes in timeless reverie and

Savours an extraordinary moment toward reminiscences.

CLOUDS!

The teacher was happy and loud,

''She said yes to a date I'm so proud,''

His brother scoffed said ''That's naughty,

She's eighteen 'n' you're forty,

Get real take your head out the clouds!''

LIGHTNING BOLT!

There was an old racehorse from Stoke,

Won the Grand race as a colt,

Was the prize of the city,

Head swelled what a pity,

One night was struck by a stray lightning bolt!

MEAT 'N' POTATUS!

And sycophants hang on every

Word he squawks,

Not cross questioning a thing

When he talks,

Saying they love his capers,

Whilst looking for favours,

No meat 'n' potatus they court!

SHEHERAZADE.

She came the 'Daughter of the city,' (concubine)

With intent of marriage poised on her breath,

His kingdom flowed with gold, spice and riches,

The grand prize was to be Queen in his bed,

Betrayed by love, he took his revenge,

Marrying others but slaying them each night,

She was summoned to his chamber,

Touched by this beautiful stranger

With exotic charm, telling tales making him blind.

Her stories kept hold as nights followed days

Until the King fell madly in love,

She broke the chains of his vengeful pain

Captivated, he heard all 'til they were done,

Sheherazade rose to become his good faithful Queen,

A journey she'd set out to achieve,

Bore him three kids, showed how deceptive she'd been

Saving her life and attaining her dream.

Love filled the King's heart where great pain had lived

Both had won, now joy was grand once again,

She lived out her life with full honours as Queen

Knowing the King's love was hers forever amen.

THEN.

Fashioned into positions of acceptance,

Life assures through consequence,

Child, adolescence and adulthood

the common sentence,

as the in-betweens, emotions, dreams,

Psychological issues, move with the

physical appliance,

Modes of conditioning, intention and

guidance,

Lay air filled foundations, rebellious angst

courting degrees of determined hunger for

ambitious vainglorious reliance,

There's no physical past to live and comprehend,

There's only the present; show to live and tend,

There's no future but its space filled with intent,

But the manifestations of a blessing or curse cannot

show before then.

A SHORT STAY.

Suspended in the swift present,

How delicate and beautiful it is

As distraction enters the reverie

of 'nows' involvement,

Patterns of living take to their

usual appearance and positions of

residence, carrying on pursuing the

everydayness that proudly persists.

PAST SHORES REVISITED.

Tinges of shadowy impressions creep into the present.

Stories, reminiscences and schoolyard whiles told;

In hotel rooms a scene's captured watched by the

moon's shiny essence,

An occasion printed for memory whilst on the road.

Holding court, a catalyst of sorts, but there's also a

tendency, under influence, to bark, brace and balk,

Telling many tales creating much laughter and retorts,

An atmosphere alive with spirited fun and frolic spark

gut wrenching guffaws of laughter when cartoon imagery

from stories are caught.

A smoke shared, graced by a glass of Bolly,

Loosening the tongue forging a rouse towards states of

folly,

Bringing more of the past back into the nights charade,

Making all appear rather good, game and most jolly!

Yet still living in a world of glamourous re-runs,

Faded glamour, clutching onto residues of whispery,

transient fame,

'Oh how wise, it seems, these nights are; to manifest

themselves somewhat allowing revisits into those

nebulas, illusive, yesterdays,'

But irrepressible is the mind's constant knocking of

nostalgia; never tiring

And never stops looking through its tinsel coloured frame.

LOVE.

Because it is without any care,

The supremacy it has is beyond compare;

It's shoved and torn and twisted about,

To suit the needs of a mental cloud.

To define, no-one can;

It comes and goes to fit its own plans:

The results, to what it brings

Is up to how natural and mature the situation is.

Words are used when it doesn't work out,

Excuses are made on a practical roundabout;

But if you think you don't need to think

When it happens to you,

You feel the full sting:

A chance for a permanent secure ending.

TAKING A TURN.

I walk with you in the depths of my imaginings,

A privilege shared with no-one else;

Into lands where feelings become the physics of nature,

And nature is a mans do's.

If I had this to myself, my imaginings wouldn't be a privilege,

But a has been re-occurring fantasy,

With meaning for self gratified thought

To wide open narrow mindedness to inward collection pieces.

But would I be or would it be this way?

One doubts even the spirit when it's lost or with nothing to hold on to:

At times of loneliness, as I walk with you into the depths of my imaginings,

I am privileged to be able to share with you

Things that have never been shared with anyone else before.

FOCUSING MY PLACE.

Within the gaze of things,

I play my part;

Within the stare of life,

My journey is chosen;

To be hypnotized

Into countless obstacles

I have to take,

To find the truth

To find myself;

Mesmerized, into the dutiful doings

Of what the spirit has to undertake.

Fast asleep:

Sometimes at the crossroads of conscious freeways,

The trance like state;

The subconscious rehabilitates by making itself known,

In glimpses of images at those times of dreams,

Mind over matter zone comes into being;

Within the ecstasy of dreams I take my gaze

To the limits, of an incomprehensible mental maze.

Back to the earth

In its naked state;

To see if all the elements of nature

In their worlds,

Go through the same phase;

Within the masquerade of things,

Extremely great and exceedingly small,

I, find myself

As near as I could be,

'To the whole'.

GROWNG UP.

We slowly die from the time we are born.

As children we stress to see make-believe;

We torture ourselves when youth comes around,

And take in what's felt and best to be sound:

Without knowing the whys and wherefores

The seeds are set for the future score.

By manhood the seeds of belief are in bloom-

Narrow and open minds to choose;

One of those you don't know

Has set the path for you to grow,

On a mental show case of worldly ways

We chance our thoughts to get appraise,

No matter what work place or time of day:

Being led by the systems plays;

Then that sudden feeling one fails to lose,

Is to do things in a child's shoes-

To keep yourself quietly amused,

Because as a child

That was naturally you.

SURVIVING CRISIS.

We hear the voice

of realism call,

Words incite reasons

for fear, concern and panick

Nailing futures for all.

Take away hope;

Replace it with stability,

Take away dreams;

Replace them with sensibility,

Discourage the quest for happiness;

And replace it with a weeks holiday,

Take away purpose and incentive;

Replace them with numbing blockages

accepting meagre necessities,

Take away striving for a better quality of life;

And replace it with diminished propensities.

Implications unfounded; yet howl unspoken;

shaping avenues of living extremities.

We hear the voice

of severe truism call,

Hailing signs for panick

Nailing to the mast, an austere future for all.

Let heart, mind and sound ingenuity

rise above the crisis spawned.

ASCENT, DESCEND (2012).

After all frailties have been stretched

and worn,

After all ecological damage is beyond

repair and recall,

After all terror has displayed its scorn,

After all the madness of territorial wars

killing fields of suffering pawns,

After all tsunamis have destroyed and torn,

After the snow caps, melted, and arctic

species, victims of change, are no more,

After all the volcano eruptions blotting

from view the sunlight each morn,

After all the seas cover 9 tenths of earth's

crusted form,

After all the wrongs that may lead to human

downfall by human brawn,

My love for you stands tallest 'til earth

descends into transformation, reborn.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Another year passes,

Breaking in new skin,

Returning again to where I drew first breath,

Shifting the lens of life's glasses,

What we venture aim to win,

Candles blown out for that auspicious wish

Heralds the mark of each years death.

PRICELESS!!

From when at school the

spark was first laid in place,

But then inside restless;

searched for its playmate,

Though different partners we

shared through trial and test,

One-day I searched no-more

To you Love came to rest.

INSECURE ZONES TO SPLENDOUR.

You can now spread your wings

and not be afraid to fly,

For tomorrow will bring you

the start to your plight,

And when you land, you will land

with ease,

To fly away again holding the wish

that you breathe.

SHE SAID: NAUGHTY, GRUMPY PERSON!

HE SAID:

Am I entitled to a little humpyness?

If it has affected you; I'm sorry!

I know you wanted a little tenderness,

I'm here still, cuddly, don't you worry!

ABANDONED TO THE CLOSET!

Stifling an idea by dissecting its worth,

Enthusiasm is dampened after

forwarding a creative burst,

I believe ideas good or not so good

Have a right to be heard,

And received in a tone that ones

creative bubble's not being burst,

Also to be left, regardless of outcome,

still in an optimistic thirst.

Being lectured and overridden on an idea

posed,

That it will be received by another in a

Negative show,

Or confronted by a contemptuous retort,

Or refused outright without any thought,

That's another's choice and perogative;

not for us to say,

Constructive criticism posed can be taken

in a gracious way,

But a self fulfilling prophecy's no proof in

foresight and clarity for answers assumed

on how someone else will be, or play.

An idea inspired had been received,

In a negative fashion without feedback

to feed,

The spirit; creative juices, the manna one

needs to eat,

Except for someone's feelings to get over

and say their piece,

But I read and see it as a pessimistic streak,

a blockage which is unsurprisingly plugged in

on constant repeat!

HOME; LAST MOMENTS.

Its warm caress enveloping; relentless

Even at the order of its close,

Inhuman it lives and breathes

But made by humans to show,

That its pleasure could and always be,

Experienced by one

A privilege had before its chosen time to go.

Approximately ninety years after the first

material was laid,

Its homely life saturated in insatiable calm,

And moments of history it has saved,

Gathered character and infectious charm,

Day and night are for it a phase,

Whilst it stands boldly unspoiled by chance.

Warped and worn in demand of repair,

But alas beyond repairing its soul has reached,

It's had a fine life; its warm caress says so,

And even at the order of its close,

Whispering goodbye, it doesn't want to hear

peep,

Just to have its place at the back of ones mind

is enough for when it is gone,

And long;

Shall the fade be,

For its attachment with me is especially deep.

GLINT OF SOLACE.

Pacing the floor;

Calmly distracted, the sun stains the empty white walls

with shadows of leaves and twigs;

Silhouettes, patterns of grey caught, suspended in forms,

Plants stand lowly basking on top of pine draws in digs

I'm made to sit; solace beckons behind a closed door.

No interruptions encountered in this sun-trap glaze,

Nothing disturbs the rays and their colours flowing free,

Evening stalks like clockwork, as it has for countless days,

The stream glistens, proudly, through radiant glass pristine,

Strokes like strobes gently honour yellow, orange shades,

While the breeze cries in soft merriment as magic faintly speaks,

That evening's come and dusk throws breath on night not far away,

Laments and odes of this day, expound in worlds before she sleeps.

Transfixed in the zone; picturesque portal of passive moods,

Ornaments and furry treasures loiter on the sill,

The hum of the immersion in the next door cleaning room,

Takes on the backdrop to my quiet in this sunny space so still,

Stopped pacing the floor, now slumped into lofty looks at the high

crescent moon,

And for a short pause taken undeterred, solace had been fulfilled.

COMMITMENT.(2).

To honour a decision thats been made,

To cherish a purpose for living each day.

To hold a secret that's been received,

To follow a path your heart has believed.

To dare to be caged for the good of all,

Stepping out into the unknown and be

Imprisoned for a cause,

To break all the rules for a better day,

To fight the good fight knowing you

may be slain.

To stand in the fog of adversity steadfast,

And bring wisdom and peace to events at

last.

To be brave like a spartan regardless of fears,

When all's looking bleak faith's a friend to keep near.

To break all resistance and stick to your guns,

In all that is thought, said and done.

Commitment!

Showing strength of character; substance that runs,

In being involved and responsible whenever it comes.

DRAMAS AND TRANTRUMS.

Can't it be left alone for an hour or a day?

Your consternation feeds a habit gaining

momentum as pressures blow your way.

Sometimes simply reacting over nothing

or over something significantly small,

Appears as if you're gunning for attention

And also crying wolf 's a card you call.

It sends a message loud and clear not getting

your way isn't an option,

Being the focus of attraction wherever you go

seems a full time occupation.

Some icons who walk the glamour life feel one

should bow to their reputation,

If things are not up to their liking hell breaks

loose from shear megalomania frustration.

As 'toys are thrown out of the pram'

in an emotional drama and tantrum,

Self obsession, vain storms get scarily out of hand

Then in an instant all's well like nothing's happened!

PRICKLES OF DISRESPECT.

Ignorance given in a belittling way

as to make one feel invisible,

Lack of manners displayed

for the benefit of one in the room,

To be acknowledged by being introduced

I deem as quite respectable,

Letting someone stand like wood

while others chat can be seen as rude.

You took it on yourself to assume

that this one guest I knew,

'Never seen this gentleman before' I said;

but you insisted by giving an event of value,

After I had introduced myself

my gesture seem quite acceptable,

Giving rank and name, ending 'By the way,'

left the room felt all was commendable.

Thoughtless actions come easily

when the subconscious plays its tricks,

And to the surface past personal issues come

as subtle faults unfixed.

KIND OF FRIENDSHIP.

Held you close in my arms

for some time last night,

Wanted to put the spark

back in your solemn eyes.

To see you sad so melancholy

was a rather sorrowful sight,

And all the comforting words

expressed could not console

your spirit heart and mind.

How could love for your friend

leave you in this kind of state?

Don't need the answer 'cause I can read,

you're a victim of ones personal traits,

What you give can't fulfill her need.

Unless you provide for every whim

to feed material wants and dreams.

But still a friend is a friend however

it looks to ones joy and pain,

It's not my place to shoot my gun

to chastise or complain,

Yet holding you for some time last night,

I wanted to take your hurt away!

SOMETIMES FRIENDS DON'T WANT TO KNOW.

I've watched how you respond and how you've reacted,

On a disservice a friend's deliberately caused,

Fierce to preserve the bond no say; why she's acted,

Honour, honesty and love come steeped in high accord.

Hurt has shown that helpful deeds are one-sided,

Seems your friend's motives are for personal gain,

And as you experience let downs, subtle slights, and ways

misguided,

Calmly you deflect the arrows of disdain, rants and raves.

Undermining and pressing buttons through her lying,

And knowing with those cards it paves the way,

In agendas bent on being forced with paranoia blinding,

Threatening to sacrifice all for an ill imagined crave.

I watch you defend a friend who causes heartache,

As she fuels self-serving wants to justify her ends,

Insecurities for power and importance boost a fervour,

Dare to be a blockage in plans spoiled at her expense.

Could it be she doesn't know what she's doing?

Or that she's cunning; getting her way through willful intent,

Without any idea of your honest care, loyal heart pursuing,

And emotional time you give to her that's spent.

HUM OF PLUTO.

Old systems die for new ones to be born; levels renewal overall,

The signs are seen and heard as nature grumbles its warning call.

Trends in an instant have disappeared, collapsed and faded,

Touching walks of life is the minotaur of radical change,

And living, thinking, being is shifting, renewing and tested,

It's seems nature's undergoing transformation like a snake

Shedding its skin as the world trudges anxiously through an adverse

climatic time of pain.

And we're gradually forced to open our eyes to what is deemed

important, most precious,

The winds of change affect everyones life, its sound to know the

subtle messages from the universal bodies and earth's treasures,

These days heralds in indications, reflecting on the future vibe,

One simple fact we know and understand when things are not

working, they dissipate or die,

If anything negative's over-saturating and dominating human life,

Transformation will occur from the highest bough to inject, purify

and bring into being what's born to be right!

Even if it means cleansing away the old in all aspects, for a new safe

Earthly grand design!

EGOCENTRIC.(PERSONA).

Persona, the facade of ones self image; the ego,

Fed by the conceited ego; ones personal identity,

Shaped by the self-interest ego; ones prestigious

individuality,

Governed by an emotive and thinking ego; self

conscience to provide food for its needs.

Power expends intensities; in make-shift degrees,

Environmental influences create needs fuelled by

insecurities,

Persona rebels;

Ego yells,

Ego punishes shamelessly, offending, retorts by exposing fears,

Persona,

Gets into line bends the will to gratify; safe and bloated is ego's

shell,

Stagnant is persona for a while at least until life changes come

to set new scenes;

Persona's face worn by either physical or occupational crippling;

through weeks, months and years.

And negligence, in a short lived rebellious streak of nerve serves

to play havoc, sounding threatening calls to ego's death knell.

Persona;

The face shown to the outside world,

Brainwashed by the moral-ego; society spurns,

We are all victims upholding some sense and kind of worth,

Goaded by one's ego; shaped since birth!

CONTROL. (WHEN IN EGOS INTENT)..

Loudly she controls him,

Quietly he controls her,

Indifferently they control each other,

To some it appears visa versa.

Who's on top?

Who's one up?

Who's first?

To be the victim seems like surrender,

When looked on more closely it's

submissive control,

Superiority acts in all its splendour,

Leaves devastation when out of control,

Severing connections forming gaping holes.

Loudly she controls him,

Quietly he controls her,

Indifferently they control each other,

To some it's visa versa.

Who's on top?

Who's one up?

Who's first?

Controlling acts, brings tension, drama

and resentment then burns!!

MY CROWN.

I see the beauty of life as it enfolds me,

This overwhelming love, whatever it is,

I imagine, feels like death in its totality.

Smothered by its raging storms,

It's never calm,

And never quite in place in spheres of working norms.

Hm! 'Whatever normal is supposed to be,'

I struggle to find my central happy feet,

Instead of being a victim of feelings far beyond reach,

Of perceptions and straightforward understandings,

And yet, astounds me at times with its sense of beauty

Unyielding, so commanding.

I grasp a little, what it is all about!

Your essence,

Your existence,

Keeps me solid and grounded,

Though apparent, yet quiet; emotions expound,

Moving surreptitiously in nature's invisible gown,

Simply, your casual presence, makes living my crown.

COMMITMENT.(1)

I commit myself to you;

I always have done,

Didn't realize how strong

this had pursued,

From a well so deep;

slowly, to the exterior you run.

Please let me make my time

On that which is held dear,

Let fortune be that prize won

To bring to love lived here,

Please make the pathways full of light

with vision bright and clear,

That dreams and prayers for another is

answered, fulfilled with more to spare,

In a centred happy way through life

without too hard a cross to bear.

I commit myself to you;

I always have done,

Didn't realize how strong

this had been hidden;

from inner view,

You made me see the sun!

TRUST!

Trust is the freedom of all relationships,

Without it, chance is magnified at guessing what is,

Few or more opinions breathe on parallel plights,

But trust cushions open tensions with smiles,

It is a bond held between two or more minds,

In full flight it will not be denied,

Letting go undisturbed, doubts have no say...

When emotions and feelings back the strength it displays,

Foundations are cracked when trust is abused,

Vices make a mockery of solid values,

Betrayal this kind decides a position in one's fate,

And no more is there a basis for relations to make,

Nothing that was, grows back from trust betrayed,

Except, another chance at another time: 'Not to do it again!'

No role spent is a rehearsal; mistakes bring learning pains,

Trust is a quality of freedom that can never be replaced.

BEL.

In her presence one was touched by her rays,

And welcomed strangers saw magic in her gaze,

Was the keeper of her centre, her house; abode,

Her aroma of presence made all feel at home,

Some say she was a priestess in past worlds spent,

But was a lowly giving servant in this world of men,

Gifted was she, with antennae finely tuned,

A teacher with much warmth and charm, a cat like...

serenity seemed present in how she moved,

A lady with much poise; mysterious in her guise,

A woman so intuitive, gentle, calm and wise,

Was connected always open for one to seek and find,

Selfless care filled with passion shone through all the time,

Synchronicity she welcomed; brought healing to peoples lives,

Twas fortune; those who knew her had her essence in their eyes,

For Bel was a lady of the lamp, one of nature's pulses of light.

CONNECT.

Connecting at the source,

We celebrate each time,

Love,

The highest, our love sublime,

The greatest love I have

Is you, the love inside!

ANNIHILATE TIME.

Tender, private atmosphere left to us,

No-one else may invade our space-time

frozen,

Bestowed is grace unleashed together shared,

Capturing the hue of the pronounced present.

To reach the peak as one...

Is to annihilate time into moment's eternity,

And float in the ecstasy of space...

Where love sensations linger,

Private stimulation uninhibited states,

Made for the two of us,

The prime of pulse which wills cannot evade,

And suspended is time without the fuss to fade,

Connect at the source 'til truth's climax's made.

AT THE EDGE.

Dissecting Impressions,

Freeze framing perceptions,

Stark observation, personal turns,

Frills rejected times shaken, tested;

No warmth ebbs on crystal clear concerns,

Purpose governed by interactions

Without which just futile attractions.

Ticking, the years of toil, saturates fervor to quench

needs gratifying importance; shapes of worth,

Fortune entices confidence burns of sorts, drenched

unaware of its non pious curse.

Then, trepidations form circumstance created,

Harboring of talent crawls to the surface unrelated,

unfocused views shift; hammered practical dictates

that shun the piper dire-straits,

Those foolhardy desires had once said: Talent can wait,

Delaying good earning potential, a minor mistake;

Crisis stands ominous at the stocks ready to run through

chosen gates,

A call to surrender deciding what's best, for other lives are at stake;

Persuasions and worries act to accept the cold behaviour of fate,

And for many, choice never comes for their fortunes don't blow

to see the light of day.

MERCURY RETROGRADE.

Sometimes something inside overwhelms me so I run and hide,

Sometimes I look for reassurance through words said in your eyes,

I admit being sensitive feeling's at the surface, caught in a maze,

Today I border on the negative, storms brewing delaying grace,

Swimming in subconscious tides to-ing and fro-wing at a pace,

Extent unknown sends an emotive grimace behind a calm face,

I ride away the hours grasping at ideals in veils formed of dark lace,

Sometimes something inside overwhelms me so I run and hide,

Nothing you're doing or caused is the reason, so no blame is cried,

But you handle well confusion, bringing comfort to the mind,

Kindness spills, soft intrusions now tensions begrudgingly subside,

Gems spark tones imply shiny conclusions for creative future lines,

Words spoken ears listen as the heart reveals what's hopeful and sighs,

Generous, open without question you've shown care'n' given your time,

Grounded, back in solace the 'xperience poses no wherefores or why!

AND LIFE GOES ON. (CROSSROADS).

Pressure:

That constant rising of tension,

Formed by the entity called mind.

Sometimes pressure implies explosion,

Madness lies dormant...

confusion its disguise.

A howling of the grim reaper,

A loved one taken from your world,

Sanity for a while goes asunder,

Yet held on by a thread ones sense of mirth.

Saved by a philosophy or a buffer or a friend,

Everydayness stops you screaming...

control takes the reigns.

And time will wander aimlessly;

'oblivious,'

Never counting the days.

Each moment spared,

Each day a lesser pain,

Pressure that ever constant,

Tension that knawing plaque,

Stress! That staunch reminder of the absence...

of peace in your domain,

Brow beaten, dare you look back.

Screaming sometimes behind a smile,

Guilt creeps, drumming that life goes on,

And everyone alive throughout the world...

will experience that same old song.

That's not the point I infer.

Just you! the cosmic conscience recognizes

much, the uniqueness of your pain,

And from this day your life has changed,

You've grown, the crossroads have come to play,

And never shall you walk that same road again.

SAKE OF GROWING OLD.

We're made to face the onset of getting older,

Our life course infuses the mind with mortality,

As cycles turn, advanced years seem much closer,

And the change, of leaving behind... is what has to be,

What was chased in youth... when old loses its luster,

Looks, health, fitness and zest wither gradually,

And acting as if young, cruising like your daughter,

Is maybe inner crisis from past make-up rooted deep,

Accepting what truly is, can be cold, stark and sober,

Still life has many treasures; anomalies there to reap,

Let beauty show out loud from your sweet nature,

Don't subscribe to wearing vanity others deign to seek,

Be ever young but grow with grace and wonder,

Know that, your sensuousness is noticed constantly,

No-one can steal or ape your natural thunder,

Because, you're one unique and precious pearl sailing in

life's incandescent sea.

I BLEED.

I bleed today,

I miss her.

When she smiled I melted,

When she laughed I overjoyed.

When she cussed I reacted...

Leaving her alone to calm down

and bring light back to the atmosphere all round,

Her charm quelled consternation

through the accent in her voice.

I bleed today,

I miss her.

The talks we'd have when she phoned,

Her wisdom whispered loud so bold,

The look of happiness when greeting me,

Made me feel like a mountain, like an eagle

flying free.

My mind flickers back and forth,

My heart slips into coldness sometimes as it retorts,

And the emptiness brings emotional war,

As enforced acceptance unprepared is hard and raw.

Never thought I'd be this way,

but I need her.

Never felt the need before except wanting the best

for her (in life), and more.

I bleed today,

I miss her.

No cover-ups to shield the pain,

No working all hours god sends to get through...

and blocking off, by running away,

No philosophizing that time's a healer and scars can mend

or taking a holiday,

Just simply the truth, my heart can't enthuse, because

I bleed today,

I miss her.

COLOURS.

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To what nature is,

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To the animals seen,

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To each person you meet,

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To the way they speak.

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To personalities shown,

IMAGINE A COLOUR

Reflecting how the characters flow.

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To good and bad,

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To happy and sad.

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To emotional shades,

What colour is love?

And what colour is age?

NAKED.

Walking with no coat

no shoes, no clothes,

I tread, cautiously,

quiet but you see me,

I prowl in a shadow

coaxing a guise at times,

but you see me,

know me,

Transparent whatever

shade inclined

in thought, emotion,

or just normal behaviour

Now, no hollow forms

abide,

All appears outside,

The room is kept open

where I use to hide,

without a word spoken,

You know me,

Skinned alive,

This nakedness without

any defence is unnerving,

Yet there's a sense of

warm protection, at times

disturbing,

A cocoon unfamiliar but

tastefully apparent is

growing,

Resounding a cadenza of

a new kind ongoing,

And in all fortune of my

consciousness I welcome

what's there fated,

You know me,

and I seem here forever

Naked.

LOST ATTITUDE.

The aroma of the moment.

The accented touch of the

places we see.

The resemblance of cultural

under-lays:

The oneness of an individual

culture in and of its standards

All taken for granted

Narrowed down to race, creed

or colour.

Easily told,

For prejudice to hold,

Bad examples set by the elite

minority,

Influence the majority,

Escalations of attitudes,

A mixture of confusions,

Aggressive promises for deluded

Intrutions,

Tended to thought exclusions:

Countless connotations,

Intended for power preservations,

Stature stability for one-sided

positions,

expound to cliched decisions.

The inflexibility of the learned few;

Identified to run the country's view,

Bound and shaped,

What is there to do?

WITHIN THE ANON.

Frightened, not knowing

the dark life,

Won't know until

The time comes,

The nothingness perceived

by the conscious mind,

Left to my own

Without any aids,

The feast the thoughts have

in dark masquerades,

Reverting to the book

of divine,

An inner peace accepts

the life that extends

beyond within the anon,

The joining force of

What's to come.

GOOD TIME WASTED?

Some people say that 'Wishing is good time wasted.'

Yet I like the feeling of wishing for those things that are true,

That I can achieve and give me a profound sense of purpose

on my travels through life. And so I waste a little time wishing.

It fills me with hope, it strengthens my faith and it relinquishes

the seeds of doubt, encouraging only belief in my pursuit for

happiness and the justification of my place and position in life.

ALCHEMY OF AVALON.

Walked in between the Abbey's ancient walls,

With my cell phone battery flat,

No signal left to make some calls,

No power for happy snaps,

Thought personal posterity would have to wait,

A lone wolf's come not to sight see,

T'was a few days grace to align ones state,

still strolling the grounds posed a comely treat.

All of a sudden to my surprise felt a surge of energy,

Came from the ground proceeded to rise without a pause for rest,

Sensation started with my feet then ascended knowingly,

Seems the earth serpent was passing through on its noted quest.

So happened to glance at my cell, 'n'I could not believe,

The battery now had been recharged to fullness once again,

Earth secrets held in Avalon tell of tales like make-believe,

But when it shows as personal proof it's hard to comprehend.

One thing's for sure 'bout what took place was not a random hitch,

Of madness coming to the fore, or ones mind being overly rich,

Since the days of old, '''s been this town's soul,

That makes folks come t' see the Abbey,

Its majesty moans etched into ones bones, 

As it's done throughout living history,

When the earth serpent is rising through you, one can't help but 

feel the phenomenon,

Though one's metaphors give the serpent life... 

There 's magic in the alchemy of Avalon.

A TOWN LIKE THIS.

This town is like time's stood still,

Even the trees look as if they're

having a better deal,

The sleepy atmosphere, you'd

assume, would make the folks

appear relaxed,

But no, they seem injected with

clandestine boosts of adrenalin...

as a matter of fact,

The young kids walk fearless,

proud and bold,

Shopkeeper's high esteem courts 

a pleasant air, is a sight to behold,

I'd say it's all positive on the surface 

Anyway,

It shows a quality of behaviour they 

seem to live by throughout each day,

But a birds eye view can lead to a 

false impression,

Endearments in dialect and some

different character traits often 

influences subjective observation,

And when arriving on the scene,

To a picturesque sight breathing

hues of pastures green...

tapping the senses, ringing the bells 

of beauty,

Not asking for gasps or praise 

but giving a plateau for ones serenity 

to be,

As the earth-lines hum in silence like 

a secret serpent sliding beneath 

the undergrowth pulsating, roaming 

free,

It's a welcome relief, visiting a town

like this,

That regains ones vigour, fuelling

purpose, replacing drained energy

with an invisible current of vitality  

that had for a while, gone sadly amiss,

 

VIEW FROM THE WINDOW.

Descended for a while into an austere entity,

As silence beckons to give reign to my enforced reverie,

The four walls serve as my cloak,

Communication's taken a rear seat travelling without  power into 

far remote,

Looking out off the window which a noted gentleman may once

have observed from,

I move my sights like a telescope to look beyond,

In between the characters of my optic tree-lined vision the mind

insists in settling on,

And see the magnificent sight of the magical Tor with its tower up

yonder,

Stretching its wondrous glory to the sky whilst I hasten to ponder,

What ancient time had passed it by?

What romantic stories, legends of chivalry and sorcery of masters

had filled its pagan skies?

The age of Avalon coated in splendour stirring the atmosphere

With enchantments of magic, mystique and mythical wiles,

Taunting the imagination with fiction, as gallant truths seep through

eerily abound with curt smiles

emerge precociously in a mental masquerade told by bards around

an old historical fire,

And the ruins of the Abbey nearby, invites its charm to one's eyes as 

the underlying power coaxes all into it being seen,

The last step taken before returning home, back to a daily grind in a

grounded routine.  

THE ROCK BEHIND THE SCENES.

I've seen you working hard,

Long hours of toil you shed,

At times the gripes get taken to heart,

A responsible road you tread,

Always seeking openings for those in your care...

to make a comfortable living,

Strain plays havoc as patience 's worn to despair..

but strength won't let you give in,

And nobody sees it,

Nobody knows this,

But me.

When the phone rings off the hook...

It 's like your private hot line,

Unconsciously easy you make the job look,

Yet it takes over your personal time,

And when demands are made...

by those failing to understand,

I watch you work your sleight

Creating miracles at your command,

And nobody sees it,

Nobody know this,

But me.

And when others phone irate,

Testing your honesty,

They've no idea what it takes,

Keeping the project on its feet,

And if you weren't there to make,

It turn like a well oiled machine,

Where would others be,

Where would the comp'ny reach,

Where would they find someone who cares

That's in every word you speak,

And nobody sees it,

Nobody knows this,

But me.

COMES WITH A PRICE.

Is it worth the heartache of being ill,

Or being unfit to enjoy spoils from 

your skill,

As drive, ambition and graft paves 

the way,

To gain personal wealth, success and 

fame you thirst to make,

And once there at life's precarious

Mountain top,

Can you count how much you see in

what is real you've got?

THE CULPRIT STRESS.

You didn't notice the suns rays shining

through the window pane, today,

The blue skies and cirrus clouds are a

gracious sight after a time of sleet, damp snowfall 

and downpour of rain,

All wrapped up in the pressures of a 

time consuming  working state,

as all the worries of the job presents a stress 

to make the levels for others to live within their

desired material taste,

Is this the purpose you've held so dear?

following an inner urge felt through the years, 

of trying for personal success, happiness and the 

good life in haven's scent of earthly pleasure,

Putting health far behind as the winds howl at 

perspectives uncensored,

You haven't noticed the suns rays shining

through your window pane, 

lost, away from the vital, leaving one unfamiliar, 

As you rub cream into the palm of your hands

today again, because the culprit, stress has given

you eczema.