BEFORE TERM ENDS

Quiet is the time no noise or no news of terror,
Like webs in shadows hidden from the common mind we're made unaware 'til a judgement, a major error...
Brings fear to the multitude watching skies missiles raining,
And Barach, Gods Blessing,  saves earth's boat from sinking
The mindless foxes in a quest to bring down the lion will atone for their misgivings!

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. 

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!)