GROWNG UP.

We slowly die from the time we are born.

As children we stress to see make-believe;

We torture ourselves when youth comes around,

And take in what's felt and best to be sound:

Without knowing the whys and wherefores

The seeds are set for the future score.

By manhood the seeds of belief are in bloom-

Narrow and open minds to choose;

One of those you don't know

Has set the path for you to grow,

On a mental show case of worldly ways

We chance our thoughts to get appraise,

No matter what work place or time of day:

Being led by the systems plays;

Then that sudden feeling one fails to lose,

Is to do things in a child's shoes-

To keep yourself quietly amused,

Because as a child

That was naturally you.

SURVIVING CRISIS.

We hear the voice

of realism call,

Words incite reasons

for fear, concern and panick

Nailing futures for all.

Take away hope;

Replace it with stability,

Take away dreams;

Replace them with sensibility,

Discourage the quest for happiness;

And replace it with a weeks holiday,

Take away purpose and incentive;

Replace them with numbing blockages

accepting meagre necessities,

Take away striving for a better quality of life;

And replace it with diminished propensities.

Implications unfounded; yet howl unspoken;

shaping avenues of living extremities.

We hear the voice

of severe truism call,

Hailing signs for panick

Nailing to the mast, an austere future for all.

Let heart, mind and sound ingenuity

rise above the crisis spawned.

ASCENT, DESCEND (2012).

After all frailties have been stretched

and worn,

After all ecological damage is beyond

repair and recall,

After all terror has displayed its scorn,

After all the madness of territorial wars

killing fields of suffering pawns,

After all tsunamis have destroyed and torn,

After the snow caps, melted, and arctic

species, victims of change, are no more,

After all the volcano eruptions blotting

from view the sunlight each morn,

After all the seas cover 9 tenths of earth's

crusted form,

After all the wrongs that may lead to human

downfall by human brawn,

My love for you stands tallest 'til earth

descends into transformation, reborn.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Another year passes,

Breaking in new skin,

Returning again to where I drew first breath,

Shifting the lens of life's glasses,

What we venture aim to win,

Candles blown out for that auspicious wish

Heralds the mark of each years death.

PRICELESS!!

From when at school the

spark was first laid in place,

But then inside restless;

searched for its playmate,

Though different partners we

shared through trial and test,

One-day I searched no-more

To you Love came to rest.

INSECURE ZONES TO SPLENDOUR.

You can now spread your wings

and not be afraid to fly,

For tomorrow will bring you

the start to your plight,

And when you land, you will land

with ease,

To fly away again holding the wish

that you breathe.

SHE SAID: NAUGHTY, GRUMPY PERSON!

HE SAID:

Am I entitled to a little humpyness?

If it has affected you; I'm sorry!

I know you wanted a little tenderness,

I'm here still, cuddly, don't you worry!

ABANDONED TO THE CLOSET!

Stifling an idea by dissecting its worth,

Enthusiasm is dampened after

forwarding a creative burst,

I believe ideas good or not so good

Have a right to be heard,

And received in a tone that ones

creative bubble's not being burst,

Also to be left, regardless of outcome,

still in an optimistic thirst.

Being lectured and overridden on an idea

posed,

That it will be received by another in a

Negative show,

Or confronted by a contemptuous retort,

Or refused outright without any thought,

That's another's choice and perogative;

not for us to say,

Constructive criticism posed can be taken

in a gracious way,

But a self fulfilling prophecy's no proof in

foresight and clarity for answers assumed

on how someone else will be, or play.

An idea inspired had been received,

In a negative fashion without feedback

to feed,

The spirit; creative juices, the manna one

needs to eat,

Except for someone's feelings to get over

and say their piece,

But I read and see it as a pessimistic streak,

a blockage which is unsurprisingly plugged in

on constant repeat!

HOME; LAST MOMENTS.

Its warm caress enveloping; relentless

Even at the order of its close,

Inhuman it lives and breathes

But made by humans to show,

That its pleasure could and always be,

Experienced by one

A privilege had before its chosen time to go.

Approximately ninety years after the first

material was laid,

Its homely life saturated in insatiable calm,

And moments of history it has saved,

Gathered character and infectious charm,

Day and night are for it a phase,

Whilst it stands boldly unspoiled by chance.

Warped and worn in demand of repair,

But alas beyond repairing its soul has reached,

It's had a fine life; its warm caress says so,

And even at the order of its close,

Whispering goodbye, it doesn't want to hear

peep,

Just to have its place at the back of ones mind

is enough for when it is gone,

And long;

Shall the fade be,

For its attachment with me is especially deep.

GLINT OF SOLACE.

Pacing the floor;

Calmly distracted, the sun stains the empty white walls

with shadows of leaves and twigs;

Silhouettes, patterns of grey caught, suspended in forms,

Plants stand lowly basking on top of pine draws in digs

I'm made to sit; solace beckons behind a closed door.

No interruptions encountered in this sun-trap glaze,

Nothing disturbs the rays and their colours flowing free,

Evening stalks like clockwork, as it has for countless days,

The stream glistens, proudly, through radiant glass pristine,

Strokes like strobes gently honour yellow, orange shades,

While the breeze cries in soft merriment as magic faintly speaks,

That evening's come and dusk throws breath on night not far away,

Laments and odes of this day, expound in worlds before she sleeps.

Transfixed in the zone; picturesque portal of passive moods,

Ornaments and furry treasures loiter on the sill,

The hum of the immersion in the next door cleaning room,

Takes on the backdrop to my quiet in this sunny space so still,

Stopped pacing the floor, now slumped into lofty looks at the high

crescent moon,

And for a short pause taken undeterred, solace had been fulfilled.

COMMITMENT.(2).

To honour a decision thats been made,

To cherish a purpose for living each day.

To hold a secret that's been received,

To follow a path your heart has believed.

To dare to be caged for the good of all,

Stepping out into the unknown and be

Imprisoned for a cause,

To break all the rules for a better day,

To fight the good fight knowing you

may be slain.

To stand in the fog of adversity steadfast,

And bring wisdom and peace to events at

last.

To be brave like a spartan regardless of fears,

When all's looking bleak faith's a friend to keep near.

To break all resistance and stick to your guns,

In all that is thought, said and done.

Commitment!

Showing strength of character; substance that runs,

In being involved and responsible whenever it comes.

DRAMAS AND TRANTRUMS.

Can't it be left alone for an hour or a day?

Your consternation feeds a habit gaining

momentum as pressures blow your way.

Sometimes simply reacting over nothing

or over something significantly small,

Appears as if you're gunning for attention

And also crying wolf 's a card you call.

It sends a message loud and clear not getting

your way isn't an option,

Being the focus of attraction wherever you go

seems a full time occupation.

Some icons who walk the glamour life feel one

should bow to their reputation,

If things are not up to their liking hell breaks

loose from shear megalomania frustration.

As 'toys are thrown out of the pram'

in an emotional drama and tantrum,

Self obsession, vain storms get scarily out of hand

Then in an instant all's well like nothing's happened!

PRICKLES OF DISRESPECT.

Ignorance given in a belittling way

as to make one feel invisible,

Lack of manners displayed

for the benefit of one in the room,

To be acknowledged by being introduced

I deem as quite respectable,

Letting someone stand like wood

while others chat can be seen as rude.

You took it on yourself to assume

that this one guest I knew,

'Never seen this gentleman before' I said;

but you insisted by giving an event of value,

After I had introduced myself

my gesture seem quite acceptable,

Giving rank and name, ending 'By the way,'

left the room felt all was commendable.

Thoughtless actions come easily

when the subconscious plays its tricks,

And to the surface past personal issues come

as subtle faults unfixed.

KIND OF FRIENDSHIP.

Held you close in my arms

for some time last night,

Wanted to put the spark

back in your solemn eyes.

To see you sad so melancholy

was a rather sorrowful sight,

And all the comforting words

expressed could not console

your spirit heart and mind.

How could love for your friend

leave you in this kind of state?

Don't need the answer 'cause I can read,

you're a victim of ones personal traits,

What you give can't fulfill her need.

Unless you provide for every whim

to feed material wants and dreams.

But still a friend is a friend however

it looks to ones joy and pain,

It's not my place to shoot my gun

to chastise or complain,

Yet holding you for some time last night,

I wanted to take your hurt away!

SOMETIMES FRIENDS DON'T WANT TO KNOW.

I've watched how you respond and how you've reacted,

On a disservice a friend's deliberately caused,

Fierce to preserve the bond no say; why she's acted,

Honour, honesty and love come steeped in high accord.

Hurt has shown that helpful deeds are one-sided,

Seems your friend's motives are for personal gain,

And as you experience let downs, subtle slights, and ways

misguided,

Calmly you deflect the arrows of disdain, rants and raves.

Undermining and pressing buttons through her lying,

And knowing with those cards it paves the way,

In agendas bent on being forced with paranoia blinding,

Threatening to sacrifice all for an ill imagined crave.

I watch you defend a friend who causes heartache,

As she fuels self-serving wants to justify her ends,

Insecurities for power and importance boost a fervour,

Dare to be a blockage in plans spoiled at her expense.

Could it be she doesn't know what she's doing?

Or that she's cunning; getting her way through willful intent,

Without any idea of your honest care, loyal heart pursuing,

And emotional time you give to her that's spent.

HUM OF PLUTO.

Old systems die for new ones to be born; levels renewal overall,

The signs are seen and heard as nature grumbles its warning call.

Trends in an instant have disappeared, collapsed and faded,

Touching walks of life is the minotaur of radical change,

And living, thinking, being is shifting, renewing and tested,

It's seems nature's undergoing transformation like a snake

Shedding its skin as the world trudges anxiously through an adverse

climatic time of pain.

And we're gradually forced to open our eyes to what is deemed

important, most precious,

The winds of change affect everyones life, its sound to know the

subtle messages from the universal bodies and earth's treasures,

These days heralds in indications, reflecting on the future vibe,

One simple fact we know and understand when things are not

working, they dissipate or die,

If anything negative's over-saturating and dominating human life,

Transformation will occur from the highest bough to inject, purify

and bring into being what's born to be right!

Even if it means cleansing away the old in all aspects, for a new safe

Earthly grand design!

EGOCENTRIC.(PERSONA).

Persona, the facade of ones self image; the ego,

Fed by the conceited ego; ones personal identity,

Shaped by the self-interest ego; ones prestigious

individuality,

Governed by an emotive and thinking ego; self

conscience to provide food for its needs.

Power expends intensities; in make-shift degrees,

Environmental influences create needs fuelled by

insecurities,

Persona rebels;

Ego yells,

Ego punishes shamelessly, offending, retorts by exposing fears,

Persona,

Gets into line bends the will to gratify; safe and bloated is ego's

shell,

Stagnant is persona for a while at least until life changes come

to set new scenes;

Persona's face worn by either physical or occupational crippling;

through weeks, months and years.

And negligence, in a short lived rebellious streak of nerve serves

to play havoc, sounding threatening calls to ego's death knell.

Persona;

The face shown to the outside world,

Brainwashed by the moral-ego; society spurns,

We are all victims upholding some sense and kind of worth,

Goaded by one's ego; shaped since birth!

CONTROL. (WHEN IN EGOS INTENT)..

Loudly she controls him,

Quietly he controls her,

Indifferently they control each other,

To some it appears visa versa.

Who's on top?

Who's one up?

Who's first?

To be the victim seems like surrender,

When looked on more closely it's

submissive control,

Superiority acts in all its splendour,

Leaves devastation when out of control,

Severing connections forming gaping holes.

Loudly she controls him,

Quietly he controls her,

Indifferently they control each other,

To some it's visa versa.

Who's on top?

Who's one up?

Who's first?

Controlling acts, brings tension, drama

and resentment then burns!!

MY CROWN.

I see the beauty of life as it enfolds me,

This overwhelming love, whatever it is,

I imagine, feels like death in its totality.

Smothered by its raging storms,

It's never calm,

And never quite in place in spheres of working norms.

Hm! 'Whatever normal is supposed to be,'

I struggle to find my central happy feet,

Instead of being a victim of feelings far beyond reach,

Of perceptions and straightforward understandings,

And yet, astounds me at times with its sense of beauty

Unyielding, so commanding.

I grasp a little, what it is all about!

Your essence,

Your existence,

Keeps me solid and grounded,

Though apparent, yet quiet; emotions expound,

Moving surreptitiously in nature's invisible gown,

Simply, your casual presence, makes living my crown.

COMMITMENT.(1)

I commit myself to you;

I always have done,

Didn't realize how strong

this had pursued,

From a well so deep;

slowly, to the exterior you run.

Please let me make my time

On that which is held dear,

Let fortune be that prize won

To bring to love lived here,

Please make the pathways full of light

with vision bright and clear,

That dreams and prayers for another is

answered, fulfilled with more to spare,

In a centred happy way through life

without too hard a cross to bear.

I commit myself to you;

I always have done,

Didn't realize how strong

this had been hidden;

from inner view,

You made me see the sun!

TRUST!

Trust is the freedom of all relationships,

Without it, chance is magnified at guessing what is,

Few or more opinions breathe on parallel plights,

But trust cushions open tensions with smiles,

It is a bond held between two or more minds,

In full flight it will not be denied,

Letting go undisturbed, doubts have no say...

When emotions and feelings back the strength it displays,

Foundations are cracked when trust is abused,

Vices make a mockery of solid values,

Betrayal this kind decides a position in one's fate,

And no more is there a basis for relations to make,

Nothing that was, grows back from trust betrayed,

Except, another chance at another time: 'Not to do it again!'

No role spent is a rehearsal; mistakes bring learning pains,

Trust is a quality of freedom that can never be replaced.

BEL.

In her presence one was touched by her rays,

And welcomed strangers saw magic in her gaze,

Was the keeper of her centre, her house; abode,

Her aroma of presence made all feel at home,

Some say she was a priestess in past worlds spent,

But was a lowly giving servant in this world of men,

Gifted was she, with antennae finely tuned,

A teacher with much warmth and charm, a cat like...

serenity seemed present in how she moved,

A lady with much poise; mysterious in her guise,

A woman so intuitive, gentle, calm and wise,

Was connected always open for one to seek and find,

Selfless care filled with passion shone through all the time,

Synchronicity she welcomed; brought healing to peoples lives,

Twas fortune; those who knew her had her essence in their eyes,

For Bel was a lady of the lamp, one of nature's pulses of light.

CONNECT.

Connecting at the source,

We celebrate each time,

Love,

The highest, our love sublime,

The greatest love I have

Is you, the love inside!

ANNIHILATE TIME.

Tender, private atmosphere left to us,

No-one else may invade our space-time

frozen,

Bestowed is grace unleashed together shared,

Capturing the hue of the pronounced present.

To reach the peak as one...

Is to annihilate time into moment's eternity,

And float in the ecstasy of space...

Where love sensations linger,

Private stimulation uninhibited states,

Made for the two of us,

The prime of pulse which wills cannot evade,

And suspended is time without the fuss to fade,

Connect at the source 'til truth's climax's made.

AT THE EDGE.

Dissecting Impressions,

Freeze framing perceptions,

Stark observation, personal turns,

Frills rejected times shaken, tested;

No warmth ebbs on crystal clear concerns,

Purpose governed by interactions

Without which just futile attractions.

Ticking, the years of toil, saturates fervor to quench

needs gratifying importance; shapes of worth,

Fortune entices confidence burns of sorts, drenched

unaware of its non pious curse.

Then, trepidations form circumstance created,

Harboring of talent crawls to the surface unrelated,

unfocused views shift; hammered practical dictates

that shun the piper dire-straits,

Those foolhardy desires had once said: Talent can wait,

Delaying good earning potential, a minor mistake;

Crisis stands ominous at the stocks ready to run through

chosen gates,

A call to surrender deciding what's best, for other lives are at stake;

Persuasions and worries act to accept the cold behaviour of fate,

And for many, choice never comes for their fortunes don't blow

to see the light of day.

MERCURY RETROGRADE.

Sometimes something inside overwhelms me so I run and hide,

Sometimes I look for reassurance through words said in your eyes,

I admit being sensitive feeling's at the surface, caught in a maze,

Today I border on the negative, storms brewing delaying grace,

Swimming in subconscious tides to-ing and fro-wing at a pace,

Extent unknown sends an emotive grimace behind a calm face,

I ride away the hours grasping at ideals in veils formed of dark lace,

Sometimes something inside overwhelms me so I run and hide,

Nothing you're doing or caused is the reason, so no blame is cried,

But you handle well confusion, bringing comfort to the mind,

Kindness spills, soft intrusions now tensions begrudgingly subside,

Gems spark tones imply shiny conclusions for creative future lines,

Words spoken ears listen as the heart reveals what's hopeful and sighs,

Generous, open without question you've shown care'n' given your time,

Grounded, back in solace the 'xperience poses no wherefores or why!

AND LIFE GOES ON. (CROSSROADS).

Pressure:

That constant rising of tension,

Formed by the entity called mind.

Sometimes pressure implies explosion,

Madness lies dormant...

confusion its disguise.

A howling of the grim reaper,

A loved one taken from your world,

Sanity for a while goes asunder,

Yet held on by a thread ones sense of mirth.

Saved by a philosophy or a buffer or a friend,

Everydayness stops you screaming...

control takes the reigns.

And time will wander aimlessly;

'oblivious,'

Never counting the days.

Each moment spared,

Each day a lesser pain,

Pressure that ever constant,

Tension that knawing plaque,

Stress! That staunch reminder of the absence...

of peace in your domain,

Brow beaten, dare you look back.

Screaming sometimes behind a smile,

Guilt creeps, drumming that life goes on,

And everyone alive throughout the world...

will experience that same old song.

That's not the point I infer.

Just you! the cosmic conscience recognizes

much, the uniqueness of your pain,

And from this day your life has changed,

You've grown, the crossroads have come to play,

And never shall you walk that same road again.

SAKE OF GROWING OLD.

We're made to face the onset of getting older,

Our life course infuses the mind with mortality,

As cycles turn, advanced years seem much closer,

And the change, of leaving behind... is what has to be,

What was chased in youth... when old loses its luster,

Looks, health, fitness and zest wither gradually,

And acting as if young, cruising like your daughter,

Is maybe inner crisis from past make-up rooted deep,

Accepting what truly is, can be cold, stark and sober,

Still life has many treasures; anomalies there to reap,

Let beauty show out loud from your sweet nature,

Don't subscribe to wearing vanity others deign to seek,

Be ever young but grow with grace and wonder,

Know that, your sensuousness is noticed constantly,

No-one can steal or ape your natural thunder,

Because, you're one unique and precious pearl sailing in

life's incandescent sea.

I BLEED.

I bleed today,

I miss her.

When she smiled I melted,

When she laughed I overjoyed.

When she cussed I reacted...

Leaving her alone to calm down

and bring light back to the atmosphere all round,

Her charm quelled consternation

through the accent in her voice.

I bleed today,

I miss her.

The talks we'd have when she phoned,

Her wisdom whispered loud so bold,

The look of happiness when greeting me,

Made me feel like a mountain, like an eagle

flying free.

My mind flickers back and forth,

My heart slips into coldness sometimes as it retorts,

And the emptiness brings emotional war,

As enforced acceptance unprepared is hard and raw.

Never thought I'd be this way,

but I need her.

Never felt the need before except wanting the best

for her (in life), and more.

I bleed today,

I miss her.

No cover-ups to shield the pain,

No working all hours god sends to get through...

and blocking off, by running away,

No philosophizing that time's a healer and scars can mend

or taking a holiday,

Just simply the truth, my heart can't enthuse, because

I bleed today,

I miss her.

COLOURS.

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To what nature is,

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To the animals seen,

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To each person you meet,

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To the way they speak.

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To personalities shown,

IMAGINE A COLOUR

Reflecting how the characters flow.

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To good and bad,

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To happy and sad.

IMAGINE A COLOUR

To emotional shades,

What colour is love?

And what colour is age?