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!