THROUGH THE BALCONY RAILINGS OF SUITE 802.

Hearing the wind whistle through the railings
and the music it made
Was like two unseen spirits humming loudly in other worldly tones...
trailing...
on the powerful gusts of rhythmic frequencies the elemental  wave
So enchanting and unfailing...
as if a message was being relayed!    

STORMS AT CHRISTMAS.

I've seen images on the tv of those caught in major storms
freaky weather on Christmas Day tearing lives , breaking
good will, trashing spirits, flooding homes...
bringing civil life to it's knees... like a woman in fury and raging with scorn
blessed are those who have been brave fighting the might
of the elements and helping those stricken through no fault
of their own...
and blessed are those whose lives have been torn.
Bless them all Lord, those who have suffered on this Christmas morn.

TRUISM?

What I've noticed is that great men and women do not aspire or strive to be great it is forced onto them without them having a say.
Greatness is impartial to whom it chooses for this burden but once chosen that person
Is under the glare of the public and is under scrutiny be it positive or negative. Judgemental asides being the greatest protagonist!

THE BEST IS YET TO COME!

Acting and striving for some kind of quality of life
Backed by that self imposed time in which to reach the goal planned,
Trying to lay secure foundations to quell potential strife
But the influences that govern an everyday system takes bread from one's hand,
Dreams seep from a desperate shore sometimes come but not how we want
Wishes turn up and parade in half truths to favour and give light to a weakened need
Though different degrees bestow how much water comes from one's fount
And how much is derived from one's inner esteem,
So wishing... is for that want which has potential to be as large as the sun
Though symbolic... creates high aspirations which trigger the hope
of those great things to come!   

SUITE 802 CHELSEA HARBOUR.

Looking down onto the picturesque marina once more,
I pause a while in an imaginative thought,
And bless the day that started with you... in the beauty my eyes saw
The inner light you exude that followed me home
And to this day... through a past life lived... it's the greatest happening...
I've ever known.

THE LUCKY ONE!

I'm the lucky one!
I spend Christmas with you in Love that is second to none,
Assured in the notion that it is reciprocated... ever to run,
It's not what is said or expectedly done
But the sheer nectar of Love which brings with it... the fruits of...
utter certainty... the purpose of what is true, honest and without
seeing something else except it's nakedness... Love has delicately given
Exuding a force without words said... and doing without motive driven
That's why I'm the Lucky one! 

EXPERIENCED!

I woke up this morning to a sunny smiling day,
Little rays danced and laughed I watched them as I played,
The song of merriment the birds sang, unabashed and unashamed,
puts into perspective, the wonderment of nature in the beauty that she creates
And the synthesis of the senses, they come together in...
one harmonious split second of a momentary symphonic foray,
The universe turns without random or reason and I get that drop of...
something...so out of reach of my mental and emotional state...
This anomaly I leave hanging in the spheres that I cannot find the
words that can fathom or find depth to explain! 

VULNERABILITY MAKES A PERSON NICE SOMETIMES!

We have faults that to some seem irritable , not endearing,
We have buttons we press to bring others into our line of thinking and being ...
Sometimes in a habitual sense, without knowing their past life insecurities they're concealing...
when an unusual play of personality is hard to fit , with what seems comfortable in another's natural being,
We react to specifics when boxes we place others in, break as one shows an uncontrollable bent to shun another's stable
Little subtleties of innuendo are like splinters that dance... to make emotions unstable!  

WHATEVER MIGHT BE!

In some societies some people are married by conditioned love not by name,
Spiritual attributes prey on beliefs securing control in its aesthetic play,
No proof such a thing exists, let alone leading the way to secure a state...
of concert for its influential claim,
But when it is suited fit for one in some traumatic display and replay
devious drama or controlling charade,
oneupmanship to enforce importance, belittlement through any subtle game,
or word sword fencing... character/rank crippling to maim,
Marriage then, to some,
is not equal, but a poor shadow of equality: a word devoid of depth just a pun,
for Mr and Mrs supposedly A is Mr A and Mrs smallaB separate... always will surreptitiously be upheld to run,
Then, eventually a stranger's freudian slip makes this be known that a marriage
is not, in certain areas,  a home where two are one,
but a contract of two minds accepting a major need... whatever that might be...
That started out as an inspired purpose...
But has turned into a platonic life slide coasting through reality's dung,
'Til age says what fools... what has their life become?

LONE WITHOUT BEING LONELY.

Loneliness is now remote on a distant island by itself,
Far from the shore I've known... yet floats in others emotional seas
leaving its mark for those by its way of stealth,
Doesn't matter where you're from... rich, poor in poverty or wealth,
At some point isolation blows a cold chill in that place for most
in their mental wiles taking comfort which is known so well,
But many live on that island estranged in their personal prison hearing
the toll of a wanton bell...
In that place where only loneliness lives and reigns and can only dwell.

FALSE HUMILITY!

Feeling the need to be needed,
Feeling the need to be wanted,
Feeling the need to be an authority in knowing everything,
Feeling the need to be controlling,
What does it say for for those who need to feel these things,
An insecurity perhaps?
A sense of self worth dowsed in the crippling of low self esteem?
A burning desire... to show some kind of personal importance
by any possible means?
Or showing a specialty to others searching for approval...so to speak?
Yet some are slaves to their delusions of self conditions
As the ego sets in motion extremes of that , which one thinks one can achieve...
to gain prominence whilst fraternising copiously in needing to hear
how special their existence truly is, oh... how audacious of themselves to think
that by the very nature of every birth, this word applies... impartially
Yet this does not apply to those who think they are apart from the world
whilst basking in their rays of false humility!

  

SERIOUS DAYS!

A sorry state that the world views these days,
Images of the innocent we see maimed and are slain,
Whatever the consequences
Whatever choices may dictate
War can never be the moral answer to render any dictator's fate!
We herald the dawn of serious days
This will make the bay of pigs look like a walk in the park
A response would bring a potent fallout in its wake!

SUBTLE TOLERANCE!

Extreme negative behaviour cloaked in the innuendo of 'I'm being myself,'
A cousin of drama?
Breaks with all sensible thought and balanced action, hanging the sense of reason...
out to dry on a lonesome shelf,
like being sent to coventry and brainwashed into tolerance and acceptance of it's unbalanced nature,
Then becoming mercilessly accustomed to it's subtle torture...
Extreme influence wins, to have 'sense' and 'balance' disappear into a shroud
of 'extreme behaviour's' cerebral candour. 

TAKES ALL SIDES!

Sheltered they are those young minstrels,
Striving for the high life spoils and tinsels,
Talented with a self promoting machine,
Turning on the charm wherever it's needed to be seen,
And their guardian is taken in by their demeanour, flattery and well mannered gait
They see the need below the surface of wanting to be great,
 in everything and in every way
Everyone loses the ground when things start taking shape,
And some secretly want to take credit for all the success that's be made,
But no one dare shout loud at the blunders that high flying infuses to make.  

COMPROMISED!

He who has compromised his position,
In a moment of weakness made with a personal condition,
Forfeits the right to lead the crowd,
And will lose his power and lose his crown,
Yet though the goodness can override mistakes
He will be remembered for what he accepted and the little he takes.
Impeached... what a sad day after his historic ceremonial parade,
As he stood on the steps and looked around seeing the crowd cheer
And in a sense of poignancy as if to know his yet uncharted fate.