TO RINSE THE MIRTH.

To rinse the mirth granted thus

alone I keep,

No secrets stained to impinge

my worth planted in my soul

to reap,

Encased in this frame is want...

for more which thirst expounds,

That tickles every nook in this

Body to resonate tones in...

silent sounds,

And drawn from a height... and

visualised up from the soil deep

The hue of colours presenting

Inner worlds fixed in serenity!

IN MY COCOON OF QUIETUDE.

As to be of loud company in a small

Cocoon of quietude,

The fly takes its sojourn promptly

Over tables of silvery metal surface,

Then casually flies onto my arm...

without a drop of purpose,

Not taking to liking the taste of my

sleeve,

Buzzing off snootily finding pieces

of cake crumb to inspect and munch

perched on a child's metal seat;

Maybe through the fly's thousand

eyes... people mill around liken

to some thousand chinese dolls

On this sun-drenched afternoon

Interrupting my space teasing all

sense of quietude by nauseating

Incessant buzzing;

Happily playing the lounge as people

wave it on as its innocence of being a

nuisance keeps its tune humming...

until the bell for its life finally tolls!

VALENCIA AIRPORT.

Like matchsticks... people move, sit and eat...

In the lounge,

The overall atmosphere gives off a restrained

cooing sound,

Intermittently the tannoy comes alive to give

Directions; that bends ears to a feminine tone,

Sharp words ring loud, proud and in staccato,

As I look, eyes tired through photo lense imagery,

Scenes conjure visions like paintings of Lowry.

A LANE TO UNDERSTANDING.

I challenge beliefs held dear for many years,

And came to a conclusion that something is'nt clear,

To realise questions cannot be answered

when it comes to who... or what... and how you are...

in acute summation of innate stock...

Maybe one could look casually into the illusive mirror

of the all knowing sphere, tap into ones eternal clock;

Does looking obsessively takes away from...knowing

and seeing?

There's a point... to be observed in a kind of new light

One thing common to observe is the gift of breathing,

And that bees do not ask and birds do not wonder...

How they're moved to flight,

And trees will not question how they grow, some so tall

and so upright;

The fish is comfortable where it resides... air and land

they do not seek,

Animals that look at man from zoo cages do they think...

'What a peculiar kind of arrogant freak?'

Because the glory... of what life's all about is just is...

How it is... and maybe just should be;

Being is everything realised... the prize we mistakenly

Deceive ourselves to delusive explanations and fail to

profoundly understand and see!

STREAM IN MORE SUNSET.

Stream in more sunset through that stoic

window!

You bring a sure bet...

Dying for night to show off its dark glow,

Break in the twilight where mystery lays

claim to reality...

And morphs into the dawn to herald the

morn of a new day...

As the whisperings of nature drown...

In the incessant soire of conscious play

Impressed without mercy into the noise

And crackle of people's working wake!

WORLD IS A PRISON AND WE ARE ALL IN CHAINS!

Enter the realms of global angst assertive disillusion,

Filling emotions and thinking with mixed confusion,

Theories abound... to concentrate on'here' and 'now,'

And even the men and women who've written these

Things, end dissatisfied in academia's cerebral cloud,

There's always a smart spark in some far off future

generation,

Disproving theories seeing a higher proclamation,

And so for a period... this star lights up every shore,

Layer upon layers of a culture and education is led by

this historical anomaly... like once led by Newton's law,

But still... will the ordinary man, woman and child

Be fed... on the political scraps society dishes out?

That day... where some man's extreme vision... to the

likes of 1984, Brave New World and New World Order

are covenants to be!

Smoking up worlds without fires... inducing plastic fixes

Sterile froth as mandate to all living...

Hail! technology's soul has arrived...

To make a sanitised spiritualess existence go slowly by...

Screaming!

DELUSION?

Eternity is within... some say...within the temple

of the heart,

Is this where we're to begin?

To see through the senses... a path...of ways

in which to visit the infinite...present and past,

To make sense of some perpetual future chase...

Just missing its reach... far from holding grace,

What bones can be picked to learn from a great

Sage?

Words! Are we to believe those gems to be a truth?

And trust. How can much wisdom of old... have such

profound proof?

Copious volumes of wisdom written in books...

Lasting thousands of years... is this evidence to a

necessary clue?

Proof saddled on a realised master who had once served?

Sending some away with pearls in the guise of his words

to ponder; to live by... or to be getting on with!

Is this a sublime way to having gems, or be clothed in the

safe haven of the absurd?

Can we dare to begin to see beyond the boundaries of

earth?

For us all to grasp... and be blessed with grace and

understanding of true mirth,

Grounded one has to be...they say... to capture a mere

glimpse of the universe...

and feel the twilight unfold in a split plinth of its wake.

If belief is not forth coming... will I then...for a while...

Ride the mythic horse of blind faith?

Based on tales... picked up in bastardised fashion's... sport

and exotic ways...

Throughout years of a life-long, personal pace...

And then resignation calls me to fumble quietly in a haze...

of mild madness

'til one-day a eureka moment... a breakthrough sends raw

Delusion back to the place from whence it came?

ANXIOUS LIVING!

Is comfort housed in dreams or daydreams...

Or sitting in the totality of the here and now?

For everyday there's... always ahead racing...

In thinking what is going to be; who's done

what and how,

Anxiety is all present from the top of society

To the person looking for food before going

to sleep,

Never a day passes by in wondering what is a

lucrative way to substantiate a good up keep,

Hard work can make you feel good about

yourself on a path that brings whatever is due,

But... the monster... the paper prophet always

rears its ugly presence... and greed bankrupts

worlds... changing all good life we once knew!

IMPORTANCE, WHERE IS IT?.

What am I to do with this?

Another day tainted with insecure thoughts of a future fix

but dowsed in hopeful bliss,

And all I stomach to muster...

Is faith beyond this earthly... some call reality... of practical

responsibilities... ever dancing doing their daily trysts,

And gently... soothes the the enticing waves of the nebulas

Shore... as thought rides into the spheres of Neptune's grey

illusive abyss...

Confusing evermore, insecurity that scatters tension with

sores of loaded stress...

'til longing becomes obsession to join the ranks of wanton

Success,

Oh! how ironic... success! isn't that as nebulas as the baneful

Insecurity it begets?

AFTER INSOMNIA.

A mooring at 7.ooam...

In the lock the slender body... coated with flower designs, dressed the

background painted red,

A man on the port side disturbs the dawn quiet... whistles over again

the same tune... as his partner comes up from breakfast... bumps her

silky-grey head,

I stood at the window curious to know... as if watching a casual feat,

Could not sleep the night... as the sun rose its bald yellow crown,

The boat was a charming sight... whilst I arranged my balcony seat,

I ached to admire its wooden frame without grace in slippers, pants

and gown,

40 after 7 at the canal; the slender red boat went...

Through the lock gates deliberately... like giving its own ceremony,

I raised my arms and stretched, yawning with mouth open agape

The man and woman looked up and behold! began to wave to me,

Ah! the funniest thing... saw a heron near by raise its tube like neck,

Turned my way... and then precociously began to shake its beak,

Found myself responding... waving, then thought, 'what ever next?

Out of the red long boat... man and wife this bird had my interest...

Peaked!'

AIR CONSUMED WITH GRACE.

An air consumed with impartial grace,

Coming lo... from a warm distant place,

A conduit of light playing a lovely tune,

With only concern for the highest good,

Yet though human...treads through veils

of worlds beyond,

And in, of this world is the giving strong,

For this my gratitude lingers,

From the gift to these hands and fingers,

To receive the tide of vibrations sent...

I count my fortune for that distant lone

lament...

From that special one... unseen whos

Vocation's gladly set and cannot be...spent!

CLUCKING HAIKU.

A fox in a pen-

Chickens clucking here and there,

The noise of a gun.

SWAN HAIKU.

A swan is swimming,

Food is thrown into the lake

Wings beating water.

ROSE HAIKU.

A rose on the lawn

bees prodding for pollen

Petals float to ground.

CAR HAIKU.

A man drove his car

Deep into beautiful glades

Woke up by the clock.

TWO OF ME HAIKU.

Two of me walking

Bridges passed by over brooks

The sun makes shadows.

PIGEON HAIKU.

A tree in the park

A pigeon flies from the nest

The ruffling of leaves.

TOUCHED!

I wade through aspects currently of partial detachment,

But it comes at a price,

My expression of love is more of profound attachment,

But I see another's actions ring cold as ice,

I've experienced others many colours from within...

In attitudes, behaviour patterns from the simple to the

extreme,

Maybe it's felt by them I'm as cold in their mirror...

yet if they knew...there's a well filled with love, respect

and empathy, encased in my casket of day to day living.

And when someone, on help given; say they're touched,

I'm humbled... overjoyed for I am touched just as much!

LOVE ECHOES.

The sprinkling of time without care spared

Came waking me to an unexpected soothe,

Love, like a flower had slowly opened inside

Paused anxiously then started to bloom,

A release of its fragrance tinged with spice

Spurred on my endearment's perfume,

Mental pictures of happy wiles echo deep cries

Of... what would I do if I were to lose you?

DECEPTIVE APPEARANCE.

You stand in my line of vision; purposely,

Slithering over your boyfriend; explicitly,

If I didn't know better I'd think you were flirting,

But I looked deeper; below the surface, and saw...

You were hurting!

WHEN THE WIND BLOWS THE CRADLE WILL ROCK!

Like someone who insists

on creating drama,

There's no solving any practical bent.

Like someone who insists

on being adverse,

There's no reasoning to curb

their deliberate intent.

Like someone who insists

in hating,

No compassion can quell

that emotive tune.

Like someone who strives for

absolute power,

No pacifist can separate the hero from the fool.

Like someone who insists

on controlling,

When defied, intelligence is not their friend.

Like someone who thrives on insecurity;

playing being a victim,

No cajoling is antidote

for such emotion to make amends.

Like someone who insists

on being wilful,

Will only burn when the fire takes its toll.

Like the power some folks wield

which all can see but hidden... like a haystack

needle,

No force can undermine

Except when the wind blows!

PRISMS!

No matter where we are from we are

Citizens... Citizens of the world.

Each and every human that's

Born has a right to live and exist.

We walk side by side and feed souls

Both wretched or divine,

The spark of true love and light

streaming down from on high.

The alchemy of the beautiful fields

And dimension's of life...

Become the wrath of Divine Majesty

When tampered with by those...

Ignorant and devoid of any notion

Of what the Architect would have for us

Beyond the universal sky!!