ONE AND ONLY ABSTRACT.

Love is the one and only abstract that the human race
accepts unconditionally.
No scientists, sceptics or intellectuals can disprove its
existence having felt its power which by definition...
proves that love exists.
Love is truth accepted by all people without question.

SUBLIME LONELINESS.

Perception, ingenuity, initiative, imagination and the ability to create
levels of worlds, art, music and dance, to building cities, practical needs
and nations with the power to love... however love comes... makes us
the loneliest species on the planet and maybe in this solar system.

A TINY THOUGHT!

Some people secretly wallow in arrogance of their self importance,
There are some who quietly believe, but come across unassumingly,
that they are truly special...
And now and again boast with their assumptions that others are
Lucky to be with them, or are privileged to be in their presence.
What a shame that they fail to see their own limitations and forget
that in their ivory tower they are needing something from people,
or a significant other, that inadvertently gives them confidence that
boosts their inflated view of self importance.
Also that everyone born... is special!
And to be alive, knowing the self, to love and be loved are the most
Fortunate of gifts permeating all walks of life, people can have in our
existence.
Decency is consideration for another, not for what you do materially,
(though sometimes that may help)
but knowing what another needs through observation, initiative,
thoughtfulness and doing for others without looking for personal glorification.

THE BLUE HERON.

The Blue Heron stands motionless,
So apart from her kind,
From the balcony the look of her
inspires dignity the eyes express,
She has magic like in a code that seems
to trigger a sense of better days to ride,
And when I catch her in flight after her
rest is done,
I  imagine whatever message she may
have brought... fortune is yet to come.     

BY THE WATERS EDGE!

By the waters edge...
Reflections of the sun wearing it's cloudy cloak
As the ripples yield to the calm breeze,
They appear like rolling shards...
Upsetting the grace and rhythmic paddling of the
Swan as she lowers her head,
Browsing beneath the glistening surface to fetch
A meagre catch for her signets squawking
impatiently as if they've waited so long to be fed.
By the waters edge...
Much of life trickles by...
Brimming over on levels without pride...
or apology set in the play of their natural worlds,
As Winter dances to its tune here and there...
Stealing the warmth from Autumn's curse.

SOME THINGS CAN BE MISCONSTRUDE!

I've been laughed at for being overly encouraging like
in the vein of sycophantics.
A favour is not my intention or what I deign to find
But if you choose to doubt this
Then sadly a heartfelt positive exuberance of innocent
enthusiasm is seen by another as suspicious and a muse
of shallow antics.

'THE WINTER CHILL... SPILLS.'

The Winter chill... spills...
Into throws of sleep-death enforcing hibernation to creatures
partial to it's twilight portals hidden... until Spring...
where the welcome of  new birth, growth, young life and noisy
birds chanting soires singing... they're settled in.
The Winter creeps... weeps...
And touches each day with tentacles of a quiet frost filled breeze,
As the snow floats merrily... the dew glistens... then is crunched...
under early morning loitering feet,
Sniffing noses the skin wrinkles... bones feel brittle and stiff
at the knees,
And the door mouse... hungry... is preyed on by a rodent bleeds,
Has finally escaped... but not from the wanton audacious freeze,
The Winter moans... but it's silvery thread glows..
the death of seasons through beauty seen... unless one's basking
in the southern seas,
the mind hurries gaining momentum and speed... whilst Winter
Moves snails pace for Spring's reprise.
It's so cold!
As the sun struggles to smile and instil a positive sight on a dim
but cloudy peak. 

WATCH THE WALL WHILE THE SACRIFICES ARE HIGH!

It's only a matter of a short but lengthy while,
When we'll know the damaging truth... As they lie in style,
Would he have won the race? Well... Maybe... But I think not!
For what would have come out.. the repercussions were at too
high a cost,
Excuses abound fanning a feeble smokescreen croaking loud,
Adultery they are accused of... taken in we hear a 'Same Old Sound,'
But secrets have a habit of being rumours around town!

HE WEARS A TALL HAT!

Let the dust settle,
Let the euphoria die down,
Congrats to the winner,
The loser still keeps his crown...where it counts
and keeping faculties intact,
The show where everyone takes part...
Is soaked in splintered realities but it's a fact,
That the man who wears the govenor's gown
Has to wear a perilous Hat!   

REMEMBER ALWAYS!

We Must Never Forget.
Every event has it's season,
Every time has it's reason,
And Ignorance, Prejudice, Hate and Narrow Vision
Does not fit into the rationale of logic, understanding and natural
humanism  (reason),
Everything heinous with heinous intention is an act of spiritual treason,

If the hatred for a man who's job it is, is to run a nation,
and plant seeds of hope for a future generation,
How can hatred for him be so high so that it cripples natural appreciation?
Then the nation has a problem and so expect devastation,
For there are no bad principles in the aspects of good except the
good aspect of good itself,
And history will prevail where everyone suffers the effects of the fall out...
Created cause and effect does not discern between what is done or felt,
and abuse of collective intelligence becomes like feeble jousting tools...
For those without conscience draining us like a thief thinking we are all fools...
Is it allowed that the world can be proud of some hopeful example to breathe?
This... this it must be!

FAR AWAY!

Far away in a distant land where trees hold the secrets to world plans
and plants hold the answers to medicinal food and nature creates
instant karma to every human being born in what they say, think,
feel and do.
A little spirit asked his superiors, from where he was residing, if he could
go to this distant land, unlike any other in the solar system, and
meet another like himself to be with.
The superiors said yes and I chose you my other half. Up there there is
not a you and me because we are orbs of light blended.
Since being here for so long, being born and reborn in all these
different bodies, trapped in cumbersome frames as to identify who we are,
I've met some wonderful people who have helped me on my path
of growth and development.
And my gratitude will never diminish for those who've helped me
along this strange path Far away from the place where beauty is truth
and where there is a blending of all beauty into One.

THE SAMARITAN LION PRINCE!

The Lion Prince being hounded by the Jackals
As the Fox in a metal soap box fans the the destructive flame,
Who will choose to be ignorant and blinkered... siding with the
metal Fox and screaming Jackals...
Who will save the Lion Prince from their high octane poisonous
and farsical game...in ruling the forest and bringing his multitude into lands
where fairness and safety are seen on the far horizon,
Who will choose the forked tongued slimy Pirhana,  a pig headed despot...
who sees only misery and oppression...
as his sense of power with blinkered beliefs, prejudiced faith and
personal wealth... bearing untold lies without conscience... he shines...
leaning on the group of home picked masters
Who's intent to rule and cause disasters
using the puss of poisonous propaganda's...
and lies to fry the prince... the Lion...who wants to lay seeds of change...
To change Babylon into Zion.
Will Compassion, Decency and a oneness, open minded attitude... wearing
his heart on his sleeve proud and dignified...  will this Save the day?
Or will divine intervention keep him going strong to secure his destined place
written by fate?
The good Samaritan (Lion Prince) knows how to help the whole without
leaving devastation in his wake!

THE TEA BOX! (Richmond)

I hear word paintings at the Tea Box,
Poetry, Verse and Sonnets the open mic attracts the lot,
Virgin readers, old, young some venting creative sores,
From armchair politics, love, war and tales told using abstract metaphors,
While the experienced artists hold court carrying their status as poetic lords...
in the art of fine eloquence delivered like classical bards pleasing the hordes.
All is silent as images, pictures and scenes...
Play and take shape through the beauty of words swooning like scattered tinsel dust in virtual breeze...
Stroking the mind... at times prodding personal themes.
And every one present is tuned into listening to the many rhymes...
from 8pm to 10 each poem clunks, caresses, provokes or chimes...
Colours... hues... emotional palates from sensitives projecting some personal vibe,
Sitting glued we applaud each talent... far from thought to heckle, scoff or to jibe.
I hear word paintings spoken with silk tongues evoke sound tapestry at The Tea box,
Aspiring poets, professionals, virgin readers and novices...
The Tea Box... welcomes the lot!

  

TO KNOW OF SOMEONE.

To know of someone in this world who knows you completely...
without wanting to change anything... and sees something more than one can see...
Is great fortune in itself,
To know of someone in this world who knows you... yet you haven't met...
Is a great jewel in the annals of destiny's quest... (With a natural affinity based in trust, perception and ascetic respect!)  

I COME TO YOU!

I come to you...
In my style...
Not imposing any systems
Not sounding a personal file,
I come to you...
As a human in just being
Not in competition
Not raining down levels of high or low self esteem
I come to you...
With interest to know
Your person within... and
not the facade you want to show,
I come to you...
With an acceptance of myself
With true acceptance of who you are where no judgement is felt,
I come to you...
In no other guise but a way of consideration that is easily defined,
I try to come to you...
In a favourable stance
Without the weight of suspicion...
keeping our boundaries and guard in tact,
I come to you...
Neither as friend or foe...
But a human... an equal... Though we understand on different roads...
And as someone who is drawn to your warmth
Like a moth to a light bulb,
I come almost with naivete like a child
But if offence is more powerful than mere guile
Then I would loathe to make what is simple into something of a trial,
As I stand to be vulnerable...
As I come to you!

TO HOUSE AN INSECURITY!

To house an insecurity all of your life...
Trying to find that someone who would become a husband or a wife.
When very young diaries hold secrets for wishes to breathe,
Doubts, fears and observances take precedence at the mental front seat,
Suspicions may fester through each relationship had,
Some fun, some intense, some destructive, some sad,
And yet that child within searches for that one fairytale,
Where total understanding, kindness and perception will prevail...
In someone:
Where the deepest insecurity can be stroked without abuse...
Met with a cushion of knowing, gently dissipating the grip of it's rigid noose,
Which wallows in crippling freedom to be that one and only you,
Not to be totally blended with another's personality losing personal identity,
And yet not so detached that the relation runs on empty,
Ideals are illusions suspended in a sanctuary of cloudy hope,
And the sin of contrariness is the brawn... deceptive trickster gilded to spice up
love's tidal boat,
Relationships thrive on one-another's unspoken need...
When allowed to be shown the mind says... 'Don't do that... it's weak!'

PROCESSES!

Apprehension brings uncalled for judgement to the eyes,

Usually one of uncertainty tainted with potential lies,

What makes a person dislike another on sight,

What makes a person's 'puffed up' notions of self importance... judge another in degrees of good,wrong or right,

Blinkered aspiration brings a subconscious separation 

of personal preferences... smoozing with like others to fit ambitious expectations,

The gaping mouth of media spews audacious information,

Like psycho influencing many into plastic lifestyles creating depression,   

That... eventually takes over becoming a means to a self gratified end,

A self glorification to claim... in life... doesn't help one on roads of growth to ascend,

But those dark nights come to most... the soul doth scream,

And when it happens rebirth brings much needed food in one's personal stream,

To find yourself is truth... as simple as grass is green! 

WINDFALL!

For all the struggles
and the strivings,
For all one's troubles
and one's sacrificing's
I inhale deep and exhale long...
in the hue of this moment,
and contemplate the weight of fortune strong
in the gaze of this adverse time so potent,
And gratitude comes to play
You are the ever constant, oh how fortune ever reminds me
That life can only be at it's best when you're in the frame,
For all my trials...
From what my mind thinks are intense or small,
To be with you in the knowledge is my life's windfall.

REALITY OF THE SELF!

Reality of the self is not the thought or broadcast,
The expression, impression or the action of what you think being true is,
It is knowing your truth and applying it!

NATURE'S DECEPTIVENESS.

Venturing into the dark waters of the self,
The extreme illogical blueprints...images floating precariously...
At random in the layers of my subconscious shelf,
I try to find a measure of exemplifying my innocence,
To give some clue... that we have in us profound beneficence,
Though I find it so hard to measure up to the splendour of flowers...
The nature in all things, the tick of hours... all this I accept as magnificence
Yet in my imposed solitude I loiter like a wilting leaf...to the might in nature's beauty seen...
Only such a way... deceives me into impotence.   

BEYOND THE SCIENCE OF FLESH AND BONE.

The body we live in... is an intelligent animal,
Some may call it a conduit...a tree... a temple,
Needing to be fed, to have rest, to be nourished to be healthy and to keep well oiled its personal rationale,
So that the mortality of its life though inevitable...
Can sustain a sense of meaning,
That proves its worthy cause in all of its travels for existing,
Instead...  perspective is distorted by a media spewing vegetables,
blinkered by futile whims of plastic narcissistic designs created... not easily digestable,
For those who are born and live in a body that's of obese design,
Don't feel comfortable in the world where stick people reside,
Much business is being sown to keep looking eternally young...
by any means is remarkable... the addiction is an abuse for paranoia to run...
For some... iconic influence and fashion conscious dictatorships flourish incessantly the Fagin's of glamour sell fancies and promote favours false views of  immortality,
But beauty is the only fruit of that which is the essence... illogical, yet alive, emotive... yet of unexplainable origins of intelligence... housed until the end in the body of the human animal and yet delicately lives unnoticed, sometimes forgotten...
But never unshakable!  

UNIFICATION! 3012.

Unification a vision of a future world seated in progressive aspiration,
Seeping through layers of morality, compassion, decency and ethical emancipation...
From levels of suffering, war, prejudice and atrocious social situations,
Each individual welcomes the thought of a peaceful respiration,
But... some dismiss this as a futile dream for dreamers who live without the problems or troubles to breathe,
Known in their place far from the adverse crowd, far from distant shores of depressive hate filled scenes,
As those choose to walk in the ways of many, asleep... to the signs of basic human needs,
Love, respect and peace!

Each person born is unique cannot be duplicated and so, the act of unifying as one
has possibilities,
That to realize a time where the few do not subjugate the many a power of the community we feel deep inside naturally,
Even the theory of unification has it's flaws but it's a thought towards a new global cultural awakening,
Intended for good without losing who you are and where you're from and the wisdom of our past great history... as the stars shine bright we see beauty at night but take for granted the essence of living!

Seek not for a unification to have the whole world be enslaved into oppressive systems and numbed into acts of ignorance heralding a course for an ill fated chill!




  

DO YOU SEE IT'S IRONIC?

Been relaxing, chilling?
Nice to know you enjoyed the evening,
How precious that is though taken for granted,
Another experience to reminisce had been planted,
Cooped up at home...usually... in front of the pc tapping intently
An impromptu visit to the hairdresser and family...
Puts the spark back in your step a lighter atmosphere's spent
As you tell your story
And your face glows... a smile flows which was lost in working glory,
Breaking out of routine... patterns and habits is your necessary tonic,
More play and less work do you see it's ironic?
    

OPPOSITE DIRECTIONS!

Cause and effect stand side by side,
Opposites sail on the same tide,
To reach openness, reason and wholesome...
Understanding... it takes more than one kind,
All colours blurred makes naivete blind,
What is written each day dictates,
The 'Now' ever knocks but living is a future wake.

I ASK FOR ONLY THE FOUNT!

I ask for only the fount on which I may cream limitless security
From the energy stream of paper alchemy in abundance... life offers impartially !

GRUDGE!

A grudge is like a burning itch,
Ever scratching when a trigger kicks,
With or without a neurotic excuse,
The grudge you hold is hell for only you,
Contempt be it secret or for others to see,
Puts understanding firmly on the back seat,
Taking the intelligence of your mind...
and substituting that for ignorance to shine,
Puts the grudge in power to do what will lead you to shame,
When letting go of a prickly experience... to be forgotten...
Opens you to clear roads to see brighter days again!

INTEGRITY!

              Integrity,
              A force unto itself with brevity,
              True to yourself, true to your word with sensitivity,
              Weight of respect... dignified responsibility,
              And Integrity moves at its finest in transparency...
              crystal clear mind, crystal clear heart untarnished clarity!
              

THE WORLD IS A SCHOOL.

The world is a school of ultimate learning,
Whatever you do wherever you go there's
no quenching the thirst that leads to yearning
for more knowledge... to perpetuate the quest of
life... and all that's experienced and inspired...
cannot be avoided, buried or pushed aside.