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.

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?