SPECIAL TIMES.

I may not say it often,

Yet I'm filled with 

Appreciation,

Excuses can set 

False thoughts in motion,

So I wait, 

To brave expressing my 

Sentiments.

Emphatic is passion

Sometimes,

I want to shower you with

Praise, as if tomorrow

Has surely died,

Constantly I'm inclined, 

To tell of joy that won't be 

Shoved and pushed aside.

But I fall short; 

Without giving a thought

To flexing my pride,

And so I decline, 

Reserved in coming forward to say 

'I Love You,' At those special times. 

  

SPLENDOUR.

Do I deserve you.

For you've given

The greatest of all

Splendour,

Your love without

wanting anything else, 

But myself,

Without the frills,

Without labels,

Without the glamorous

Trappings of the 

Material world,

Without impressions

That achievements,

Prestigious prizes confer,

Without status, power 

Recognition, or those

Prosperous concerns,

That resumes gauge   

For solutions of worth.

Without all these, you've given

Without the rod coming first,

So natural your disposition, 

The Splendour of life's mirth.

 

TRAIN SENSE.

The rhythmic arrival of the train

The impatience fulfilled

By the opening of the doors;

The complex walk of persecution

To the favourite seat.

The inspection given for what is worn

To conclude how you are by the people opposite;

The pretence not to notice,

And to take a look at the map

Above the window.

Impatience sets in for brief seconds;

Along way to go

The maps reckoning;

The train's on its way.

Cigarette ends decorate the floor;

A tramp's free ride

Living it high on a bottle of wine;

Singing a drunks lullaby.

Long faces dominate;

Young kids write poems and graffiti on the walls

To accentuate their fun:

All classes have their place

In the same space in the carriage.

Looking at each person individually,

Seeing the kind of life they lead.

Destination has come for me

To leave the social abbreviations of the train. 

NEVER ASK WHY.

Never ask, ''Why?,

We are.

Never ask,

''Why we are?''

Why ask?

We are.

We are never!

Ask, ''Why?''

Never ask,

''Why are we?''

''Why are we?''

Never ask.

Why ask?

''Are we?''

Never ask why.

WE ARE!

EVERY MOMENT COUNTS.

A new second, a new minute,

A new hour. A new day,

A new night. A new week,

A new month, a new year.

A new spring, a new summer,

A new autumn, a new winter.

The novelty of the new is never shown,

We live life as if we wear an old overcoat,

Wearing it through until it's time to go,

Taking for granted time, in excess,

Appreciation's accepted for events not met,

Stimulated by the wait for future gains;

The precious seconds go by in vain,

Because we are asleep in our waking state,

Until something jogs the numbing streams,

That keeps us from realizing the importance

Of need, in every ounce of life we breathe,

We ask the time at those times we see.

And a feeling of wasted moments creeps in,

Before we unknowingly continue to sleep back into living.

  

WHAT'S YOURS IS SAFE.

I watch television with you. At times 

When we float into natural quietude,

I experience the depth you consume,

That private place of serenity, Which 

Spills over a tonic of amorous cream,  

Caressing my heart to put me at ease.

Then, a sense of self-consciousness

Breaks the silence, a gentle discussion 

Ensues. Our personalities are back to a 

Familiar state. Back to the room, resume the gait! 

All's in tact! Nothing's let slip for one to lose... 

As the television takes over our vision is glued.

Nervous reactions play? Shutters are down: 

Is this, ones defence guarding sacred ground, 

Hiding deep, unseen love from view?  

Unspoken whispers hurriedly reassure, saying: 

'There was no need to worry, what's

Yours is safe with you.' Still,

You allowed me to touch your beauty,

Yes, I only touched your truth.

YOU COLOUR MY LIFE.

No matter how much control,

I desire to keep, not letting go

Of my quality of self and soul,

Cultural make-up and all I've

Grown to know,

Loves careless air slices deeper

Than the sharpest knife,

Without which, Could I survive?

To keep parts of self from show

Can never suffice 

Because, no matter what,

 You colour my life. 

 

GRATITUDE.

God gave me Sherhimself,

The earth, the whole

Universe around it and within,

The wonders of life,

And eventually the beauty of death.

What could I ever give back in return?

Myself,

My existance,

Being here.

DO I HAVE TO GO.

Do I have to go,

Down Life's dusty road,

To walk the palm of fates hand,

Or, is this my will saying so.

Who chooses what is in store for us?

To be tested by crisis until no more,

Conformed to the way of the master plan;

Reaping all for a prize to last whilst 

Weathering the storms,

And bending your mind below this dusty land,

Shoes tread longing for so long become tired  

And worn.

Making sacrifices for smooth roads,

Traveling for a peaceful heart, comfort of mind

While the wind blows; me like a grain

Of sand to be constantly sown.

SIDE EFFECTS.

Sleep you hours,

In the wake of my storm,

The fiery furnace that towers,

Bends a welcome stifling the sun

Whilst my soul doth mourn.

Like a metronome:

The seconds tick away in silent space,

Caged in the quarries of time 

They cannot escape.

I bear their grudges.

Creeping out beneath the slush and grime,

That thoughts imprint in my mind,

A sloth would have a better time,

And not take upon itself the guilt that lies,

In the convicted seconds and minutes of 

The side effects of insanity's rise.

Sleep you hours, 

In the coldness of my waking sleep,

Because when you wake, joy will be there

To appreciate and to greet.

TOUCH TALK.

Touch talk:

Speaking loud,

Resonance, without a note of sound,

Pitched into vibrant feel tone,

Emotion, affection, compassion and so,

Negative or positive

Touch without touch,

Most of all through the eyes

A synthesized plight; not enough,

Maybe false impressions, maybe not,

Infatuation says, not a lot!

But softly lingers to an abrupt painful end,

Sometimes maturing, if you like playing games,

Touch talk from illusion

Mind at the key,

Mirrors of fantasy

Initiative screams,

Experience has burnt a finger again,

This time listen to what the inner voice says.

Touch talk:

Magnetism, gravitation, charisma, personality,

Touch talk without touching,

But forever talking are we!  

BEYOND WORDS.

Silently you slumber in the late hours,

I glance to see you composed in solace,

You exude its calming power,

I slip away out of the door

Quietly, to ventures I undertake,

And reflect back to you sleeping 

As I sit motionless on the mainline train.

I think of love for you, she calms my soul,

And in this crowded carriage people are talking 

Loudly, especially those on their cellphones.

But I do not hear their words because I'm in 

A space where nothing can intrude;

For love has placed me in her special place, 

Whilst thinking, suspended in this moment  

Of grace for you. And she chases away distractions;

So as I with clarity, can settle myself to contemplate 

In her amorous perfume.

So sensitive I feel. Why? Is this a brief pause or a 

Prolonged phase,  for a deepening of my heartfelt state?

If I were to tell you the extent of my emotion 

It would be that you'd know my Achilles heel,

Cannot think why, today, I find difficulty saying, 

Projecting what is so beautiful and real.

They say: Love is courage and strength, 

And on it, one can surely depend,

But I feel weak, irritated by reticence at the lack of will to spend.

Is it a chill in the air blowing frost onto Saturn's frown? 

For behind these words I earnestly shed my gown,

And if spoken, substance of meaning would sadly fall down,

Chancing that course, I leave alone for now,

For grounded, I do not want to be at this time 

Not while holding my emotions cradled in this nebulas cloud.

Vulnerability tests my heart and charms my wake,

I stress this view far from any woeful mistake,

Not proud keeping concealed my truth for ego's sake,

So I travel this day bereft of strength to harness my lake,

Of love for you, beyond words; beyond the beauty of snow 

And her delicate existance of patterned flakes.

Love uttered would only seem to serve me less, 

For receptive moods may not be that, one needs to expect

And to seek, to be consoled at levels from love words said, 

A subtle fear creeps: Is it that love I feel is all my spiritual and 

Earthly life with you my love, and without you, my spiritual death? 

THE CALMING.

I'd touched on my warrior spirit.

The stallion is swift to discern;

When others disrespect your 

Kindness, my warrior emotion 

Comes forth with concern.

I react when you are challenged, 

By others thick-skinned,

Self-serving pushy 'wants,'

And without any time; something 

Taps me inside saying:

'You're judging and not being a sport,

Calm down; it's not as bad as you thought!'

REFERENCES.

Storybook memories

From the quiet corners of

the past.

Never full chapters;

But pieces of a puzzle that

Needed to be put together,

An inseparable tonic between 

Then and now.

Willing to forget the feeling

Of bad times with a joke 

And a smile;

The good times become  

A heavenly while,

They're instruments of fate;

For future to relate,

And personal journeys to be 

Reshaped. 

TO HAVE, TO HAVE NOT.

Warmed by its fragrance,

Enchanted by its presence,

Soothed by its aroma,

Gripped by its flow,

Shaken by its power;

Soft as a flower,

Lighting up the existance

Of a personality known.

Some do, some don't

Have its shine,

It never lies:

No-one has the power to

Take it away or make it hide,

It's something that's noticed

If one likes it or not,

One would say: everyone's

A star,

But, it's a quality superstars 

Unknowingly give off.

The gift essence of a special

Personality, captured in charisma

And charm, which only they have 

But most have not!  

EAVES DROPPING.

I hear you talking 

In your sleep,

What do you think?

What do you see?

Do I ever wander

In your dreams?

And if I do.

What kind of stories,

What kind of movies,

What kind of scenes

Do you see ourselves in?

You won't tell me, will you.

Because when you wake

It becomes an intimate 

Secret that is forgotten:

I hear talking in your

Sleep. Again. 

BE MY GUEST.

Be my guest,

Just; for a while,

As I bathe in the presence 

Of you reminiscing and wandering wiles.

Lost in the bounds of a cosy occasion,

The orange fire murmurs the contented

Relation,

Laughs and smiles:

Nothing really said,

Just polite conversation to bring pleasant 

Moments to one's head,

A simple pastime; soon to come to a tired

And treasurable end,

Be my guest;

At least for a few moments,

Before I go to bed!

HERO'S AND CHAMPIONS.

    (THE WORLD CUP 2010).

The beautiful game,

Burns a new flame,

A landmark in history

Gracing all with its fame.

South Africa's poised, in

Great splendour's boat,

Crowned wearing the cloak,

As the year's world cup host,

Heralding new promise, unity

Empathy and hope.

Pride of a continent opens

Her doors,

Welcoming nations to her 

Colourful land, eventful skies 

And exotic shores.

May the games begin,

May the best team win.

Hold the torch high

Let its legacy ring;

As each country's flags fly

Silently, the winds of hope sings,

For all teams are Hero's and 

Champions indeed!

This magnificent occasion gives 

Joy to our lives,

And shows countries can come

Together through love of a kind.

And the beautiful game;

With its power and strength,

Involves us to cheer, cry and

Represent,

And share in its heritage with all

Honour and respect,

To simply be a part of is a blast,

In the world's most beautiful event! 

LOVE IS FULL.

Deeply, passion stirs the emotion,

Pulsating near the surface of its own accord,

This unfathomable essence;

Defying conception, ever knocking my

Inner door, whispering intently:

'I feel for you completely.'

Beyond the tapestry of thought,

Which my words fail miserably to convey:

I try to grasp its warmth,

But feeble, is the attempt of delivery's court,

Because limited is my skill in this form;

And yet, expression I'm compelled to sought. 

I'm captured, consumed by its play 

Reducing care to nought of its intensity;

Its brevity, its uncompromising ecstasy,

Which ebbs without measure through me as

If the bliss of eternity has found a niche 

Flowing through this vessel physically. 

Its your presence here of being, 

All natural, manner and pattern of qualities that 

Is you, 

And how you are and move.

Unafraid and full, in the gaze of what I cannot see:

Its like not seeing a full breeze blowing, knowing

The strengths of breath it breathes. 

For what I feel, doubt cannot offend, is now truly 

In bloom,  

Love at its finest and deepest for you!  

DAWN TO DAWN.

At the dawn of life,

The world was a glow.

By morning,

The wind and the waters flowed.

At midday of life,

Plants grew and birds sang

And animals came to rule the land.

In the afternoon of life,

Man had been born,

To separate its life from the natural spawn.

By mid-afternoon,

Man thought he knew best;

Harmonys become a discordant jest.

At the evening of life,

Man had reached no cure for his ills,

But signed his will, for the seeds of tomorrow 

Ever evolving still.

POPPY DAY SINGS! (REMEMBERING THEM).

To all servicemen and women who have 

Lost their lives,

The victims or war, sons, daughters,

Husbands, wives,

Not forgetting, girlfriends, boyfriends

Brothers and sisters too, links of distant relatives

Aquaintances we knew.

Young warriors who sacrificed all to serve,

Most veterans are life's legacy of what's been preserved

Should be remembered; not just for here

But, throughout the whole world. 

And indigenous corners where terror's prevalent;

Victims to some, come as toxic pestilence

Slaughtering reason from foreign partial attitudes. 

Giving evidence that's served to be misconstrued,

Whilst bones lay in the sand bring ghosts of irrelevence 

As the history of Gordon stands as one menacing proof,

With Vietnam, WW1 and the heinous WW2. 

All war is fear, and hell is wars chasm placed under 

Its knell,

Tell me who wins, or is healed by wars putrid smell?

Yes, let us remember them!

Give them that eternal day the prize they deserve

Not just for here, but for all over the world.

Hail the memories of those who gave their lives,

For charity and empathy is needed to be realized,

Than the spurious intentions that politics may cry.

But the truth is, that someone dies in battle, to keep 

The wolf from the stead,

And those men and women died so that we can live from

Wars dread!

 

  

CONVERSATIONS OF CHAMONIX.

I stroll through the fir trees,

Brushed by their chatter,

Goaded by the cool breeze,

Whilst the crows chase each other

From branch to branch, disturbing mounds of snow

Precariously balancing on perspective boughs and

Twigs,

A sight of winter magic never seen, if these trees

Did not exist.

Dusk has a charm that stains the scene;

The endearment, of faces walking, laced in tangerine

By the hue of the setting sun.

And the mist that slowly descends down the slopes 

Of the mountain like a giant yeti,

Trapping all in it's wake, confusing vision, until it's time

Is done.

I stroll through fir trees;

Brushed by their chatter,

Goaded by the cool breeze,

Whilst the crows chase each other cawing playfully

As the stream trickles and natters! 

AFFINITY.

The force of my will is in your standing,

The heart of my faith is in your being.

Selflessly guided to take what life has set for you;

Fighting, not the opposite that's there before you,

But challenging the opposite towards the same truth.

Experience is just a minute born

And never ending when we're gone.

It's something I've learned but already know;

That two becomes one when affinity's shown!

A STRANGER HURTING.

I read your pain 

In my room soundly late one night,

It sent vibrations calm and clear

Through my heart and mind.

Empathy resounded; without a question why,

You're a stranger hurting, that; 

I could not pass by,

Saw the rose, your chosen symbol, a sign

Of love and light,

Dark thoughts you heed of past issues bring sorrow

To your present time.

Help comes in all guises,

Some too small to see,

Some contributions bring answers inspired,

I say blessed be, times 3.

One-day soon something good 

May come, when you least expect,

That's when providence is to descend

From tears you beget,

You'll know; it's more than a passing phase or a passing friend.

Try living for each moment with a positive view to spend,

For help, hope, love and fortune shall greet you

From these you'll see no end.  

SECRETS OF THE MOUNTAIN.

I look onto the mountain and see death,

No other beauty catches one's breath,

The overwhelming potency the mountain ejects,

Is absent in life, in my everydayness.

I struggle to maintain a normal stance,

I struggle to sustain impressions to make others dance

In comfort, of my honesty 

Yet I realize that, I'm just the same in their company,

And reflections of myself, I see in you, which makes this uncanny.

I look onto the mountain and see death,

The gentle throbbing of omnipresent beauty

Caught in each breath,

As the stream chatters merrily

And the pines sway their heads,

Shows me the life that I lead is far from this rest,

And there's never a best, until the beauty of death.

Acceptance is my folly,

Knowing's a fleeting sight amplified in feeling

Is all that is, is all that is only.

PUT THE LOVE IN ME.

Put the love in me

So that I can be your best friend,

Put the trust in me

So that the word 'special' will never end,

Set your sights high on me

So that no matter what I do,

You know that whatever wrong that's done by me

You can always keep the same intensity,

That love will never lose.

Put the troubles on me

So that I can help you out,

Put the joy in me

So that sharing is not with doubt.

It's hard to dare to do these things

I have asked of you,

But I won't abuse or use against you

To sacrifice joy for your soul to diffuse,

Because this feeling's here to a friendship

From me to you.

SPECIAL SAFETY.

I take refuge,

Into your delicate protection of love;

Like a beast,

I stamp around leaving scars of pain for you to heal.

The research on the ever growing bond of friendship;

In mutual agreement to knowing one another,

Leading to common sense in understanding.

We have our own unique symbolic way

Of determining our love:

Simply, I yield myself to you

With clumsiness of an ox,

But a heart of someone,

Who's here not to hurt you,

But just to be free,

Within the protection of your love.

INNOCENCE.

Everyday people will hurt you.

And everyday people will love you.

You're like a little flower 

That gets trampled on,

They don't realize they've done it

Until it's too late,

The good will pick you up

And put you in a vase,

Not having air to grow 

Into a beautiful flower-

That you so long to be.

IN TIMES OF NEED.

A ball of depression coated with confusion,

Groping for an outlet to solve all the problems;

Grasping, for trust and understanding,

Panic stricken securities to doubt everything;

From a speck at the back of the mind,

The ever growing trouble, with non-stop time.

Then a tear appeared for the pain to subside,

Loneliness shows its way in the eyes;

When all is lost, a friend lends a helping hand

For new hope to rise. 

TO YOUR DAY.

May your day bring peace,

May your day bring abundance,

May your day bring good fortune,

May your day bring good health.

May your day bring riches in spirit,

May your day be remembered for its unique wiles,

May your day bring gratitude to good received in life,

May your day bring prospects for tomorrow's golden times.

May your day be everlasting and of good cheer,

May your day sustain beauty and happiness throughout each

Season in every year.

Blessings!