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.

 

WTHOUT MISTAKE.

Needing you is within me,

Profound in its essence,

But real in its necessity,

Can it forever be like this?

Today forever exists,

No time displayed,

No seasons

No months

Or weekdays,

Just the bare nakedness of the facts,

That,

Needing you is within me,

Without mistake,

Without illusion,

Without living dream like states,

Without self delusion,

For eternity is bound up in

The supreme splendour

That

Here, now, today displays,

Needing you is within me,

And that can never change!

PORTRAIT.

Like a portrait unique in style and effect,

Looking at it taking hold; becomes personal with every gaze that is 

set,

Bringing a flavour to emotions a multicoloured palate of intricate 

shades,

The portrait draws one into its world and blends its colours into the 

psyche as the image pervades,

Through form that is recognized as a beautiful face,

Illumined from the inside, shining without painted intrusion of the 

outer world's pace. 

I'm back in an instant, to the bustle and smoke of everyday,

As your face, smiling... gently fades away,

Until I see you back home, after work, at the end of  today.

 

PATH YOU PAVED.

In this life of mine I appreciate,

The day you were born the path you paved,

B'cause I couldn't love you or anyone else in this way.

MORE THAN FLESH.

More than flesh, blood and bone,

More than energy of mind, heart

or emotions,

More than the currents of feelings,

attitude or ego,

More than sight, sound, taste or 

aroma,

More than summer autumn, winter

or spring,

More than weather, climate or

natural living,

More than creation, action, stasis,

life or death,

More than conditions, concepts,

ends or beginnings and levels of wealth,

All I know is the truth of today,

And all this love for you pervades,

Every ounce of my waking state. 

LOVE THIEF.

Like a thief, 

I steal what measure of love I can get from you.

The more I have the more you allow me to drown,

Deeper into the depths of its waters drinking at times

'til I cannot take anymore 

And now, 

There's no turning back.

What you give, depths of my emotions rise unguarded 

to respond,

As love soothes with compelling grace 

fueling unwavering intention to strengthen the bond,

And now, the only place to go is beyond! 

THE FLOW.

Careless is my heart when in the throws of love,

Ill is caution when intimacy beckons,

And soire's of sweet embraces bring a sensitive flow,

Of irresistible urges in passion to commence another

Chapter and verse with you under the moon's glow, 

As the throb of sensitivity takes off inhibition's cloak,

And this time smiles, kept in the annals of sentimental 

pastimes that linger, but do not rush to let go!

SCENT.

The flavour of love is its own scent!

So, the flavour I taste of your love,

Intoxicates the palate to such an extent

That it would take two life-times to diminish

And an eternity to forget!

THIRST NEVER QUENCHED.

A utopian love,

This is not!

If it were we wouldn't know

what true love is!

An everyday conventional love,

This is, sort of!

Based on an intrinsic need

for each other,

Fulfilling the different sides of

personality each other has not;

Respecting each other,

Reading, understanding and being

perceptive of each others flaws,

And not judging or condemning at each 

other's expense to each others cost!

A utopian love,

This is not!

An everyday this world sort of love,

It is!

Based on the very positive nature 

of each other we like the most,

Bringing out the best for true love 

to take hold, grow and mature.

An everyday love this is,

A utopian love this is not!

Yet who or what is stopping us

from reaching those far off shores?

Naive is the prospect,

But real is the hope!

And the thirst is never quenched for more!

IT MATTERS.

I keep thinking of you.

And if I were to come to terms with the fact

that I cannot do without you for any length of time,

I would have flown back home on the first night,

The excuse to go away for my career is almost out of sight,

Because now all I want is you by my side

To fly away together to our island we had planned on the 

first night we met,

Those long wishful talks I will never forget,

How paradise was for a moment, spent,

Making me realize I regret

going away is a painful fret,

Knowing we are most important together is my content,

And everything else is a secondary step.

I feel it more when the chips are down,

That there are more important things in life than a 

successful clown,

You may have many who care how you live and they'll 

be always around,

But I only have you, to keep my feet on the ground.

When you go on your ventures and holidays,

I can sit at home, wait for you to phone and pray,

Knowing you'll return one day,

But when I leave you behind, 

It's a different story that shines,

Because I need you around me all the time,

You're the kind of person one dare not leave outside,

so precious and unique to be left hanging too long a time,

For the tearing pain of missing you, could never leave

my heart and mind,

That's something I cherish, that keeps me in touch with you 

in every pulse of my daily life.

BIG THANKS!

I have bent enough ears,

And stroked enough thoughts,

Your kindness is clear,

'tis shown in reports,

No set faces to names,

But your names come with grace,

It's my wish to say thank-you,

For reading moments you've spent,

It's given me warm comfort,

In past comments you've sent!