PHASES OF MOODS.

Subsiding rain,

Caused ache to reign,

For no reason.

Never felt like this when I was a child

Or a youth,

Perhaps I was a naive, go lucky,

Pathetic fool,

But now I'm a man

I'm more of a fool,

Because the life I chose to live

Has less meaning in phases of moods.

Becareful!

Just because awareness of a person

May now have been proved,

Doesn't give one the excuse or right to

Abuse,

Children never realize they just say and

Do,

That's why as a man

I'm more of a fool,

Primary examples of living are set by

Children both kids and in youth.

IN THE HANDS OF CIRCUMSTANCE.

Assembling what I call a building block,

To gain easy access to a coping stock,

Energy is used on mundane woe,

To the insatiable index of debts I owe,

A passing phase that seems to last a

Long time,

That's a constant irritation in the back

Of my mind,

Maybe irrigation has wetted the seeds

To grow,

In a destiny of torment that suffering

knows,

Of the after effects the acts of society

And circumstance that has diagnosed,

My being forced into adapting no

Choice in the say for happiness to flow.

THE EVERYDAY FORUM, LIFE.

Living powerfully empowered by love

Loving powerfully inspired by life

Being is the creative expression of truth,

Love and light which enforces inner peace,

Being authentic within, through straight

Action, true to word and deed breeds integrity,

Possibilities are endless as past issues cease

Interpretations and stories are just that...

When expressing childhood scenes of hurt

And pain shaping a lifelong personal trait,

Perpetuating a deep rooted need,

Feeding an underlying notion of 'looking good,'

Cultured by humiliation, ridicule, rejection...

Being misunderstood,

Embarrassment or shame, self preservation says

Keep safe, keep hidden procrastinate in coming

clean, keep one's face covered by the hood,

And so, after all that may have been achieved...

'The way it is'

The cold acceptance, leaves the heart unfulfilled,

Living, sensing something's missing, 'without peace

being instilled,'

Potentially swallowing a personal faust in spiritual ill,

For not loving life you live each day,

Not leaving the past where it belongs in its rightful

place,

Puts the future firmly into the present thinking state.

Out in the world there's an educational force designed

To transform, enhance possibility and put one straight,

It has proved that living without underlying peace really

doesn't have to be that way!

KEEP GOING STRONG!

Keep the zest in you forever strong,

For inside every right you'll find

The seed for every wrong,

And in all sadness there comes a

Joyous day,

You know full well when there's so

Much heartache hell wants you to

pay,

But if you choose to see through all

your tears,

To look up again and create new

Horizons for your future years,

Then time shall sail with space for

you to heal,

Until you're well and on the mend

From pain's wrath you conceal,

Then you'll come fighting stronger

than before,

Your talents soaring soaked in gold

No-one can ignore,

If it helps to say to you, hurt in time

Will fade,

The sun will soon come shining

Through, down on you dear Jade.

SO WHAT ARE YOU WORRIED ABOUT?

An empty vessel...

Full of nerves and bones,

Latching on to the dull side...

A brain full of woe,

Show me something interesting

And I'll let you know...

That, an empty shell of no importance

Is where I seem to go.

At this moment there's mud sliding over

My hide,

Every step there's a pot hole...

Smooth isn't the way of life,

Do you want to join me...

In a dirge that's so rife?

Offering a groan in my spirit...

Slowly burying myself in my mind,

'til a complexion of insignificance...

Puts myself and all that I am and...

Worked for, totally out of sight!

QUIETLY YOU SUFFER.

Don't suffer in silence little one,

Reality may taunt you

With nowhere to run,

You crave for the safety and

Warmth from loved ones,

But immersed in their ignorance

Your devotion's been numbed,

Don't suffer in silence little one,

Reality's taken hold...

Forcing you to look up,

At a tainted picture of the world

As it is,

You try to find shelter on some

Make-believe ship,

And cast yourself away to a

Fairy-tale land,

Where you're the ruler in a

Kingdom where dream images...

Command...

For you to live always embracing

The fruits of all you need, want

And can have,

Alone you bathe saturating your

Wiles in a lone innocent stance,

No-one but heaven knows and...

Would ever understand.

Don't suffer in silence little one,

Alone, may be your fortress...

Loneliness may be your garden,

Still the winds of life watch over you

No matter how experiences come,

Something out of the mist will show...

and will bring forth the sun,

And light up all you can achieve...

Then you'll never have to run,

Back to the place you know so well...

To the forest of the fairy charmed!

WHAT MY EYES SEE (1).

What is important to you?

Power, prestige, position

Or status.

Wealth, prosperity, fame

Or success,

Self worth, high esteem

Purpose or greatness,

A house, a home, marriage

Or aloneness,

What is important to you?

Impressions, projection or

Secular accumulations,

Achievements, attainments

For reputable acquisitions,

Your look, your body, Your

age giving confidence,

through plastic appliance,

Being attracted to the opposite sex.

What is important to you?

Security, family, national

Or cultural identity,

Romance, affection, friendship

Relationship intentions,

Religious life mission,

Community living, virtuous visions,

love of world; vocation,

Humanitarianism.

What is important to you?

Your children, their happiness

Or just their existance,

Simplicity, complexity,

Spirituality, intellectual dexterity,

And scientific modality,

Joy, happiness, peace and serenity,

With enmity and amnesty as...

Foundations to destiny.

What is important to you?

The question does not exempt anyone

because every one will have an answer

to the question.

When one truly cannot find an answer

Maybe the importance to that person

Resides in the embrace in just being

And has an acute authentic quality of...

attitude to all life known!

IF, IN DESCENT OF SORROW.

If I'm going to have sorrow in my life:

Let it be that I may be filled full with

Universal joy, at least for a moment.

If I'm going to have sorrow in my life:

Let it be that I may attain all possible

Auspicious, fortuitous, prosperous...

Fruits that the universe can bestow.

If I'm going to have sorrow in my life:

Let it be that I may see the day when

Everyone I care about and everyone

I know, acquaintances and those whom

I don't know may at some point in their

Lives, be happy, rich (spiritually, mentally

Or otherwise), healthy, abundantly strong.

If I'm going to have sorrow in my life:

Let it be that the sorrow I bear, leads me

Onto the path where the light of untold

Splendour perpetually shines!

FEEDING FEAR.

Upheaval of ones mental faculties,

Through doubt, extreme worry, anxieties...

And insecurities,

Is the biggest door,

Opening the longest hall, towards...

The largest chasm... for being controlled,

If not by the dark self...

(Being at times ones own worst enemy)...

But by a powerful ill intentioned someone else.

YOU ARE LOVE!

Can I express from the deepest heart of me,

The passion coated in ineffable love,

And every look spurs more intensity,

So powerless to give words their meaning

the truth is, you are L...!

INTRINSIC, (THE INITIAL CRY).

My mind loves...

My heart loves...

My body loves and...

My soul loves you.

There is no expression of me...

That does not love you.

And if I were to lose this connection,

From that day...

I could not accept anything else...

Except wanting to pass over soon after...

Or seek to obtain a justifiable explanation.

Because as there is the countenance of life

Continuously rolling,

With all its wonder, magnificence, beauty...

Divine essence enfolding;

Without you in it...

Measures of loves grace would surely diminish,

And as the meaning of life, falsely dismissed

Is marred by one's bereft reaction...

It would serve no purpose.

As the urge then, is to emotionally crave an exit,

Sleeping nights only for it to finish.

THE ISNESS IS.

Rich, is the abundance of life; caught in

the vision of the 'now,'

Past reflection and future-nothing, bring

countless images... mindfulness energy...

based in potential from influences so rife,

which in itself pertains to some cause for

pending strife,

And wonder, life glows, has rendered its...

compelling presence of power, to passing

glimpses; metaphors used in the arts...

altered states, experienced and written by

enlightened writers, aesthetics or creative

sensitives, somehow!

What's the point you're making? I'm asked.

'Everyone dies; and in between birth and death

is a trail, a rugged journey.'

Which is reality; the perpetual 'Now.'

SLIPPERY FROM GRASP.

Obscure is truth we all can see around us.

Blind folded by others impressions, labels

Positions, professional rank, work status...

Is the system, conditioned to dictating lives,

Numbed by it! The familiar society babble...

Which harbours stress, tensions, traumas,

Insecurities, fears, pressures, created nauseas...

Seeping, gloriously into the consciousness veil

Called 'making a living;' the fuel of existance

Within daily life's racial and cultural corners,

And for some, plastic surgery, synthetic skin

Beautification addiction, boosts vain practice...

A circle of thinking, narcissistic renew look order,

And Mother Nature cries, irrational behaviour

Promoting, 'Product society disorder syndrome'

Pushing natural boundaries and borders!

Pastime roulettes: lottery hopes to win millions

Heightened nebulas anticipation for a while

But followed quickly by disbelieving smiles,

As prime time viewing on television serves

To make idols, the pursuit of fame as to bathe

The id in glamour life styles,

Which constantly overwhelms and astounds

The heart, so transient is such wanting; On is...

Ambition's heat, then off; like riding to nowhere

on a battered school bus,

Wrapped in; and lost, in wearing fine paper...

clothes of illusion where...

Purpose and reason in true essence alludes us!

SPOILS!

And for the one ambitious illusion,

Waves of anguish trickle slowly to

Its conclusion,

Grey news drones into the cell...

Like a distraught muffled yell,

Making stern noises in priority...

Hollow is envogue's tidal swell?

As the ship comes in bringing down

Significant ones health wise,

Striving for what? a shallow prize...

And after accomplishment...

What then?

A lonely life!

When everyone cared about is absent...

To share the spoils by,

Have died!!

QUIET DIN.

The sun showers rays down on...

my parade today,

Grasping much luminous light...

Before they subside then fade,

Its huge smile everywhere...

Tingles the solemn mood one's

imprisoned in,

And heralds the view of freedom

In joy, for a moment, away from

The noise of quiet din!

DARK HAPPINESS.

Insular! Reserved, suppressed deep waters.

Open to impressionable urges that shun resistance,

Experiences pound, lead to traumatic acceptance...

From taut, strained environmental consciousness

Moulded by patterns of adverse parental guidance,

And so, welcomes the urban fabulous connection,

Lost, is identity of character to the sloth of abject

Individual hopelessness.

Just to feel the presence in strength of being.

In the shape of Belonging to a group or gang,

Existance charts a fated course from a youth in

Urbanhood to a fearless, respected, angry man,

Carrying a frightening baggage of potential crime,

At the hip decorating pockets, a gun, a knife,

Dream bubbles rise of wealth but karma whistles ill

Tidings to claim an innocent life.

The only way from the underground is to reach those

Ranks of the feared, then wait for the damn pointed

Finger of come-upance giving the orders to maim...

Walk the plank towards brutal death or serve years!

The edge, dark happiness rush, comes while the soul

screams,

Then realization bursts mercilessly outward at the

seams,

As the urban coma leaves a life led, extremely

Concussed... in regretful milestones stained in

Innocent and not so innocent blood.. as every breath

Is a howling face seen, in sleep,

Choking conscience, so it never thirsts to dream!

And Mamma said: 'My child was the most beautiful

Looking baby,

The most wonderful, kind child you could ever meet!'

COSMIC CROSS OR JUST HUNGRY!

Today, when early morning in bed,

A major attack of dizziness entered

My head,

Had to get up and open the window,

Felt the need for fresh air to calm this

Swirling inflow,

Still light headed, washed and cleaned

My teeth,

It took all my energy to dress...

Then walk the street,

Headed for breakfast...

Two miles to the caff by bus,

Was disorientated sat motionless...

Tried to think, but could not,

Got off, walked to the desired place...

Felt physically light and wobbly,

'Have no reason to be this way'...

Said to myself quite oddly,

Comforted inside, didn't feel ill...

Throughout the day,

Sat and ate my breakfast, fried eggs...

tomatoes, coffee, toast and marmalade,

Decided to relax and read a book, some

Chapters and a page,

After which thought it strange to have

Experienced such a state,

Where many others fit and sane felt...

Symptoms quite the same,

Some say, it's earth vibrations rumbling...

Signs towards the mayans predicted age,

Maybe, I was just hungry and needed...

Food in my cage!

ACHIEVEMENT.

Thirst sparks a strong determined quest,

To attain personal goals, ambitiousness,

Focused, one direction, one vision, clarity

of view,

Persistence, resilience, perseverance and

Wilful attitude,

With a sure knowledge and belief of where

the road's leading to,

At the peak of accomplishment can peace of

mind come to success you pursue?

What does achievement mean to you?

T CROSS HISTORIC ALIGNMENT.

I hear noises and read opinions

About the cosmic cross,

Transforming all life, for us

Bearing the cost,

Nothing in this life has held such

Attention,

This... is something great!

Governed by cosmic intention.

For each of us, within this time

There's a gem to be found,

And if open, maybe, you'll know

What life is about,

Regardless of world issues

What is written shall come and be,

For the higher vibrations of life will

Become part of our everyday need,

And all the world's ills and darkness

Will shape the way the wisdom and

Light of consciousness shall breathe.

SOLUTION NOT THE CURE!

It takes energy, stability, strength, restraint

and detachment for Tolerance to withstand

another's irrepressible need to instigate the

compulsion in creating meaningless drama!

D AND R!

Two remarkably caring people

With the initials D and R,

Have an incessant disposition,

Giving unfailingly with an open heart,

They're two of life's rare treasures,

A strong family love they impart,

To know them is to love them

No matter who you are.

They find joy in giving surprises,

One's gratitude seems not enough,

And whenever there's a crisis,

They're the first to see things get done,

Giving of their time too, is constant,

It comes quite naturally,

Seems like 'no' is not an option,

If they can help, so it shall be.

And for their Sis's landmark b-day,

T'was a beautiful foreign treat,

It took her breath away so much

Thoughts of home would not compete.

'How marvelous you two are doing

Such a lovely thing!'

Here's a toast to you D and R...

Thank you both for everything.

Blessings!

LARGO DI COMO.

Outstanding!... Whose senses could not be shaken,

By this glorious scene unmistaken,

It's like beauty's soul has awakened.

Is it love manifested as a sight in weary eyes?

Or a symphony:

Overtures caught, possessed in nature's physical

guise,

Bound in rustic affluence of classic splendour,

Rich is history proud outgoing, the native tender,

As the smooth noise of latin tongues speak,

Though commendable, never spoiling for the air of

being meek,

While unspoken whispers in flowing waters carry

Insatiable peace

Overseen, in all majesty, by the imposing grace of

Tree-lined mountain peaks.

Are the vibrations of eden's garden vested here?

A sense of enchanted paradise, the persuasion

Of magic ensconsed, are felt dancing here and there,

No other place captures beauty as potent as this

to bear!

D'ESTE, PULL OF THE LAKE!

Through classic curtains and large french doors onto the balcony,

Stepping into stunning sights rife in picturesque alchemy,

A piano's heard, a backdrop, playing recognizable tones,

The ear-licious sound floats daintily in the breeze creating love...

gentle sojourns to those authentic zones.

Even the seagull takes a spurious moment from flight to chill,

Whilst the lake, ah the lake mysterious, magnificent, surreal,

Expresses a lady like response that would break a heart or kill,

Touching sweetly, she kisses with her unlimited, irresistable air

Yet strong sensuous will.

As evening roams the twilight, and night descends,

'Here's' beauty captured in romance, omnipotence

Flaunting in ernest a satiable pretence power to pretend,

Shown through the ages, those souls leaving worlds behind

Seeking refuge for either, long or short whiles, come

To this exquisite repose for whatever means, proposed to expend.

MAJESTIC WATERS.

A palatial atmosphere,

A colourful past,

An enchanting air,

Steeped in magical essence

floating, unknowingly set to last,

Kings, Queens, Celebrities

Businessmen, Heirs, and

Characters of the Arts,

Have been, and are touched

by the grace and splendour

The great lake imparts,

Looking through large windows

From the presidential room,

She caresses and embraces

Imagination... no less than

How Heaven would bloom.

DREAMCATCHER!

In her white roman style kaftan flowing,

She admires the bewitching, beguiling sea view,

Transfixed, serene like a siamese cat expressing,

Warm beatitudes describing the lake's mood, glacier

range and sunny sky so deep blue,

Emphatically her words fill ears with passion as if

Like willing it to be, so this wish could come true,

That living on these shores of the briny water poses

To be a lifetime achievement, a jewel,

Without which no-where else would come close or do.

MIDDLE OF THE LAKE.

Do you know of a place like this elsewhere?

Exceptional time graces the charm of fragrant air,

It cannot be measured and is so without compare,

Lost in the silence of its tireless golden space,

Is a cradle of beauty at the centre of the lake,

Seen by most kinds of boats through ages past,

Chance has come soaking the time at full mast.

Inquisitive eyes can see the general lay from there,

Textures hitting the senses like a tonic of aromatic

Nectar lost to lonely cares,

Picturesque sightings of villages posing generously,

Peer through the trees show off classic architecture

displayed precociously,

Cannot be captured at the waters edge only at the centre

Where the heart captures nebulas glimpses of wholeness

And welcomes the unaccustomed hum of being blessed.

Moods of silence strum to the feel of insignificance,

The motor boat stationary suggests altered indifference,

Urging impressions of the mind to rule,

Doth yield helplessly to the call of gratitude,

The centre of the lake air, curbs the pride of defences,

While love that looms, bathes in timeless reverie and

Savours an extraordinary moment toward reminiscences.

CLOUDS!

The teacher was happy and loud,

''She said yes to a date I'm so proud,''

His brother scoffed said ''That's naughty,

She's eighteen 'n' you're forty,

Get real take your head out the clouds!''

LIGHTNING BOLT!

There was an old racehorse from Stoke,

Won the Grand race as a colt,

Was the prize of the city,

Head swelled what a pity,

One night was struck by a stray lightning bolt!

MEAT 'N' POTATUS!

And sycophants hang on every

Word he squawks,

Not cross questioning a thing

When he talks,

Saying they love his capers,

Whilst looking for favours,

No meat 'n' potatus they court!

SHEHERAZADE.

She came the 'Daughter of the city,' (concubine)

With intent of marriage poised on her breath,

His kingdom flowed with gold, spice and riches,

The grand prize was to be Queen in his bed,

Betrayed by love, he took his revenge,

Marrying others but slaying them each night,

She was summoned to his chamber,

Touched by this beautiful stranger

With exotic charm, telling tales making him blind.

Her stories kept hold as nights followed days

Until the King fell madly in love,

She broke the chains of his vengeful pain

Captivated, he heard all 'til they were done,

Sheherazade rose to become his good faithful Queen,

A journey she'd set out to achieve,

Bore him three kids, showed how deceptive she'd been

Saving her life and attaining her dream.

Love filled the King's heart where great pain had lived

Both had won, now joy was grand once again,

She lived out her life with full honours as Queen

Knowing the King's love was hers forever amen.