ALCHEMY OF AVALON.

Walked in between the Abbey's ancient walls,

With my cell phone battery flat,

No signal left to make some calls,

No power for happy snaps,

Thought personal posterity would have to wait,

A lone wolf's come not to sight see,

T'was a few days grace to align ones state,

still strolling the grounds posed a comely treat.

All of a sudden to my surprise felt a surge of energy,

Came from the ground proceeded to rise without a pause for rest,

Sensation started with my feet then ascended knowingly,

Seems the earth serpent was passing through on its noted quest.

So happened to glance at my cell, 'n'I could not believe,

The battery now had been recharged to fullness once again,

Earth secrets held in Avalon tell of tales like make-believe,

But when it shows as personal proof it's hard to comprehend.

One thing's for sure 'bout what took place was not a random hitch,

Of madness coming to the fore, or ones mind being overly rich,

Since the days of old, '''s been this town's soul,

That makes folks come t' see the Abbey,

Its majesty moans etched into ones bones, 

As it's done throughout living history,

When the earth serpent is rising through you, one can't help but 

feel the phenomenon,

Though one's metaphors give the serpent life... 

There 's magic in the alchemy of Avalon.

A TOWN LIKE THIS.

This town is like time's stood still,

Even the trees look as if they're

having a better deal,

The sleepy atmosphere, you'd

assume, would make the folks

appear relaxed,

But no, they seem injected with

clandestine boosts of adrenalin...

as a matter of fact,

The young kids walk fearless,

proud and bold,

Shopkeeper's high esteem courts 

a pleasant air, is a sight to behold,

I'd say it's all positive on the surface 

Anyway,

It shows a quality of behaviour they 

seem to live by throughout each day,

But a birds eye view can lead to a 

false impression,

Endearments in dialect and some

different character traits often 

influences subjective observation,

And when arriving on the scene,

To a picturesque sight breathing

hues of pastures green...

tapping the senses, ringing the bells 

of beauty,

Not asking for gasps or praise 

but giving a plateau for ones serenity 

to be,

As the earth-lines hum in silence like 

a secret serpent sliding beneath 

the undergrowth pulsating, roaming 

free,

It's a welcome relief, visiting a town

like this,

That regains ones vigour, fuelling

purpose, replacing drained energy

with an invisible current of vitality  

that had for a while, gone sadly amiss,

 

VIEW FROM THE WINDOW.

Descended for a while into an austere entity,

As silence beckons to give reign to my enforced reverie,

The four walls serve as my cloak,

Communication's taken a rear seat travelling without  power into 

far remote,

Looking out off the window which a noted gentleman may once

have observed from,

I move my sights like a telescope to look beyond,

In between the characters of my optic tree-lined vision the mind

insists in settling on,

And see the magnificent sight of the magical Tor with its tower up

yonder,

Stretching its wondrous glory to the sky whilst I hasten to ponder,

What ancient time had passed it by?

What romantic stories, legends of chivalry and sorcery of masters

had filled its pagan skies?

The age of Avalon coated in splendour stirring the atmosphere

With enchantments of magic, mystique and mythical wiles,

Taunting the imagination with fiction, as gallant truths seep through

eerily abound with curt smiles

emerge precociously in a mental masquerade told by bards around

an old historical fire,

And the ruins of the Abbey nearby, invites its charm to one's eyes as 

the underlying power coaxes all into it being seen,

The last step taken before returning home, back to a daily grind in a

grounded routine.  

THE ROCK BEHIND THE SCENES.

I've seen you working hard,

Long hours of toil you shed,

At times the gripes get taken to heart,

A responsible road you tread,

Always seeking openings for those in your care...

to make a comfortable living,

Strain plays havoc as patience 's worn to despair..

but strength won't let you give in,

And nobody sees it,

Nobody knows this,

But me.

When the phone rings off the hook...

It 's like your private hot line,

Unconsciously easy you make the job look,

Yet it takes over your personal time,

And when demands are made...

by those failing to understand,

I watch you work your sleight

Creating miracles at your command,

And nobody sees it,

Nobody know this,

But me.

And when others phone irate,

Testing your honesty,

They've no idea what it takes,

Keeping the project on its feet,

And if you weren't there to make,

It turn like a well oiled machine,

Where would others be,

Where would the comp'ny reach,

Where would they find someone who cares

That's in every word you speak,

And nobody sees it,

Nobody knows this,

But me.

COMES WITH A PRICE.

Is it worth the heartache of being ill,

Or being unfit to enjoy spoils from 

your skill,

As drive, ambition and graft paves 

the way,

To gain personal wealth, success and 

fame you thirst to make,

And once there at life's precarious

Mountain top,

Can you count how much you see in

what is real you've got?

THE CULPRIT STRESS.

You didn't notice the suns rays shining

through the window pane, today,

The blue skies and cirrus clouds are a

gracious sight after a time of sleet, damp snowfall 

and downpour of rain,

All wrapped up in the pressures of a 

time consuming  working state,

as all the worries of the job presents a stress 

to make the levels for others to live within their

desired material taste,

Is this the purpose you've held so dear?

following an inner urge felt through the years, 

of trying for personal success, happiness and the 

good life in haven's scent of earthly pleasure,

Putting health far behind as the winds howl at 

perspectives uncensored,

You haven't noticed the suns rays shining

through your window pane, 

lost, away from the vital, leaving one unfamiliar, 

As you rub cream into the palm of your hands

today again, because the culprit, stress has given

you eczema.

 

WTHOUT MISTAKE.

Needing you is within me,

Profound in its essence,

But real in its necessity,

Can it forever be like this?

Today forever exists,

No time displayed,

No seasons

No months

Or weekdays,

Just the bare nakedness of the facts,

That,

Needing you is within me,

Without mistake,

Without illusion,

Without living dream like states,

Without self delusion,

For eternity is bound up in

The supreme splendour

That

Here, now, today displays,

Needing you is within me,

And that can never change!

PORTRAIT.

Like a portrait unique in style and effect,

Looking at it taking hold; becomes personal with every gaze that is 

set,

Bringing a flavour to emotions a multicoloured palate of intricate 

shades,

The portrait draws one into its world and blends its colours into the 

psyche as the image pervades,

Through form that is recognized as a beautiful face,

Illumined from the inside, shining without painted intrusion of the 

outer world's pace. 

I'm back in an instant, to the bustle and smoke of everyday,

As your face, smiling... gently fades away,

Until I see you back home, after work, at the end of  today.

 

PATH YOU PAVED.

In this life of mine I appreciate,

The day you were born the path you paved,

B'cause I couldn't love you or anyone else in this way.

MORE THAN FLESH.

More than flesh, blood and bone,

More than energy of mind, heart

or emotions,

More than the currents of feelings,

attitude or ego,

More than sight, sound, taste or 

aroma,

More than summer autumn, winter

or spring,

More than weather, climate or

natural living,

More than creation, action, stasis,

life or death,

More than conditions, concepts,

ends or beginnings and levels of wealth,

All I know is the truth of today,

And all this love for you pervades,

Every ounce of my waking state. 

LOVE THIEF.

Like a thief, 

I steal what measure of love I can get from you.

The more I have the more you allow me to drown,

Deeper into the depths of its waters drinking at times

'til I cannot take anymore 

And now, 

There's no turning back.

What you give, depths of my emotions rise unguarded 

to respond,

As love soothes with compelling grace 

fueling unwavering intention to strengthen the bond,

And now, the only place to go is beyond! 

THE FLOW.

Careless is my heart when in the throws of love,

Ill is caution when intimacy beckons,

And soire's of sweet embraces bring a sensitive flow,

Of irresistible urges in passion to commence another

Chapter and verse with you under the moon's glow, 

As the throb of sensitivity takes off inhibition's cloak,

And this time smiles, kept in the annals of sentimental 

pastimes that linger, but do not rush to let go!

SCENT.

The flavour of love is its own scent!

So, the flavour I taste of your love,

Intoxicates the palate to such an extent

That it would take two life-times to diminish

And an eternity to forget!

THIRST NEVER QUENCHED.

A utopian love,

This is not!

If it were we wouldn't know

what true love is!

An everyday conventional love,

This is, sort of!

Based on an intrinsic need

for each other,

Fulfilling the different sides of

personality each other has not;

Respecting each other,

Reading, understanding and being

perceptive of each others flaws,

And not judging or condemning at each 

other's expense to each others cost!

A utopian love,

This is not!

An everyday this world sort of love,

It is!

Based on the very positive nature 

of each other we like the most,

Bringing out the best for true love 

to take hold, grow and mature.

An everyday love this is,

A utopian love this is not!

Yet who or what is stopping us

from reaching those far off shores?

Naive is the prospect,

But real is the hope!

And the thirst is never quenched for more!

IT MATTERS.

I keep thinking of you.

And if I were to come to terms with the fact

that I cannot do without you for any length of time,

I would have flown back home on the first night,

The excuse to go away for my career is almost out of sight,

Because now all I want is you by my side

To fly away together to our island we had planned on the 

first night we met,

Those long wishful talks I will never forget,

How paradise was for a moment, spent,

Making me realize I regret

going away is a painful fret,

Knowing we are most important together is my content,

And everything else is a secondary step.

I feel it more when the chips are down,

That there are more important things in life than a 

successful clown,

You may have many who care how you live and they'll 

be always around,

But I only have you, to keep my feet on the ground.

When you go on your ventures and holidays,

I can sit at home, wait for you to phone and pray,

Knowing you'll return one day,

But when I leave you behind, 

It's a different story that shines,

Because I need you around me all the time,

You're the kind of person one dare not leave outside,

so precious and unique to be left hanging too long a time,

For the tearing pain of missing you, could never leave

my heart and mind,

That's something I cherish, that keeps me in touch with you 

in every pulse of my daily life.

BIG THANKS!

I have bent enough ears,

And stroked enough thoughts,

Your kindness is clear,

'tis shown in reports,

No set faces to names,

But your names come with grace,

It's my wish to say thank-you,

For reading moments you've spent,

It's given me warm comfort,

In past comments you've sent! 

OVERVIEW (3).

Did the young leader know, 

3000 years ago,

the consequences? when he said;

"Here, We Are A Nation," In a territorial illegal zone,

Where hatred is law and fair play brings dread,

The symbols of power create nothing but unrest,

"Built a house on every hill," a leader recently cried,

And so they did, but everyday a dark cloud hangs over 

innocent lives,

As each decade passes by the struggle is stronger,

Making the chasm for togetherness a little wider,

And its roots and many branches grow even deeper,

So that there soon can be no solution, no resolve,

Generations keep the war bubbling 

until the region has its dark night of the soul. 

Will peace overcome history's constant wail?

Deny people their dignity and only hatred prevails,

While standing at the crossroads between heaven and hell,

Are the wounds far too deep for forgiveness to quell?

For both sides to find the redemption they seek,

And speak with one voice for an everlasting peace. 

   

OVERVIEW (2).

The grim reaper's awoken

More extremism's on the rise,

Venomous words seem only to be spoken,

You see the truth through the pain in the people,

It's written in their eyes;

Living is a constant emotional upheaval,

We look on with sorrow from the outside,

Tools we see used perpetuate fundamentals,  

Some; to sacrifice the few so old beliefs can survive,  

The kids play with guns in their everyday trial,

No toys for them! That's a western while,

And when asked what they would like to be,

They always reply mercilessly,

'They'd prefer to be martyrs wanting glory in death,'

Nothing less will suffice that's the mind they possess,

It's uncanny how these kids with their innocent light,

Make the worst enemies when called to unyielding plights,

And with their eyes red, youth filled their years up ahead,

A formidible foe anyone would dare test,

Indoctrinated to serve with no fear no dread,

Some, would make great scholars in our time but starved of 

choice for a personal quest,  

Because their tomorrows see only their ultimate fate, set!

OVERVIEW (1)

Society's torn;

Values are broken;

Infrastructure's brought to its knees;

Their future looks bleak;

Sibling rivalry goaded by its genesis,

Brothers they are, its written 

But hate feeds their nemesis.

Is the conflict about the land?

If the father of both tribes, in our time were alive,

Would he be ashamed, would he make a peaceful stand?

Or sacrifice all for some master plan heard in his head

Commanded by oratory, partial slaying by his hand?

Would he see that his legacy brought hell on the land? 

Deep conditions of traditional values are split, 

led by the interpretations that one chooses in their belief system 

so strong, that lives have been crushed, recorded in history's 

spillage of blood, for what's written is right, so ingrained in the 

tribal souls to preserve it,

So one voice respecting many other beliefs does not suffice?

And in the name of the highest truth, justice shed that creates suffering 

to the innocent, is ill in any cause to gain, is in itself a crime.

And some may choose not to hear a survival call within 

that the most high built this world for all men, women and children to live in.

Will it take divine intervention, like it's happened before,

to end one of history's hate filled storms of conflict and seemingly 

misunderstood incessant war. 

  

IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE?

When some folks talk expecting to be listened to

but find it hard listening to what others have to say,

When self obsession thrives on attention being sought  

seeking personal thunder pursuing nothing but self gain,

When a love tie is based on spiritual necessity, 

a contract to be needed so one's fear cements their stay,

When the truth of love hits hard exposing falsehood

That's when realization presents an inescapable face, 

relentless choices are made come what may,

living a lie in the glare of life's truth can be an unconscious waste,

And life lessons come merciless like soldiers of truth to wage battle 

having another field day!

                          Is there anybody out there?  

 

DOES NOT MAKE ME BRAVE.

Looking for underlying reservations;

Searching for issues that may surface,

There aren't any! why be suspicious?  

Been too long in the habit of conflicting

energies, harmony's come but one is 

stifled, at regular times of inspiration 

when 'no' is said repeatedly, an obstacle 

appears in ones nature, blocked ideas cannot 

find emotional release or a positive outlet

for all to see, while being held in a closet not to be seen,

Just a need to be heard with ones time

in discourse is all that's necessary for letting off steam,

And as for this phase of serenity I've entertained apathy, 

Far from the courts of wellbeing's need;

Harmony in ones self so fancy free,

is marred by the shadow self's dealings, 

Nick pickings of conscience that something's

afoot as blindness walks over rational mental

pages of ones personal book,

to disrupt the self and discourage creative ferver

into pangs of doubt  while wearing old boots, past

reference pushes one down to take a second look,

Insecurity, vulnerability dances again,

Kept hidden from watchful eyes and a loved one's gaze,

I prod myself into an enforced haze, 

of freedom, mentally running away 

wallowing intently in a creative maze,

Plucking up the courage to start, 

Revving the motors in strength of attitude 

honed like a shiny, magnificent new car, 

Proud without influence sure like a mage,

For in this harmony rattling my cage,

This breath of transient, good effect in reverie

Does not make me brave!

 

IN THE QUIET.

I stroll home in the quiet,

Lost in the embers of the evening's light,

Dusk flies swiftly swallowed by night,

I look up to see the universe glisten,

And imagine the clusters of galactic bodies

pulsating in activity fueling cosmic fusion,  

Stars hang shining, beacons created eons of 

light years away reach here now for us to see 

showing a play in mysterious stella illusion,  

For their light is a pure reflection of truth,

Reflections of their history frozen as proof  

Yet, for every one of those satellites... 

it is assumed, our soul is connected to.

I slowly look down aware of the ground

back into the self to earth's might, 

I cross a reflective bridge footprints leave  

impressions of this day written in time,

Never to come again this day slowly dies 

Whilst the universe hums and strums its

eternal tune in the quiet, to revitalize! 

LAYERS.(2)

And still the unpredictable expounds,

The unexpected burns its curse through 

hallowed ground,

The illusion of the tides that life bleeds,

Belches glam fab styles that tingle taste buds, 

spraying the air in its odour as ambition

breathes ceaselessly,

Caught in the times we thrive on fears,

And strive full pelt for successful years,

Whilst purpose lies strangled and the soul

cries in disarray,

Health gets discarded along many highways,  

We're victims programmed to circumstance prone to 

make or break, 

Born we are with nothing and buried in the same state.

     

DOORS.

We enter through doors,

Into unknown futures,

Clasp to the new, potential shores, 

The present, forgotten, is forlorn,

What ifs, dance merrily as we trudge the windy moors,

Hope, is the only anchor we can be sure of, 

Faith abides doubtless in the mystics law, And 

what the soul brings, free will, will shake its foundation

trembling, whilst treading on floors unsure,

2010 comes teasing, it's a long veiled tunnel as 

the dice is thrown through every issue in every port,

We trundle through distorted seasons searching for  

meaning, striving until 2011 opens its fated door, 

Heralding in a new current for deeply impressive scores.

FRUSTRATION.

It saps the thoughts from purpose,

It stifles the spirit from comfort,

It gratifies tension with irrational

feeling,

It drives the will into impatience.

Irritation is the prime deposit,

It makes one grasp at a force, to 

speed up rewards of motivation,  

It brings, melancholy nervous energy

for aims unchased.

The clarity embraced is in its 

achievement to stagnate,

It succeeds in instigating the success of 

making unforgettable and regrettable 

mistakes!

A SHORT ENCOUNTER.

A quiet within a storm,

To make the most of a

chance before it's gone,

A situation, precious in its norm,

But lasting only for a not enough more.

Relating to a sensitive view, 

A common fact that in tranquil's mood,

Comes a whirlpool of a social soothe,

Essential for an inward, emotional bloom.

While pressure sensitive busting at the seams

in world crisis full steam ahead, news brings,

The option of wisdom ceases to breathe, 

At times in the presence of conventional need

wisdom gasps for light to be seen.

A quiet within a storm,

In the remotest place far from the madding swarm,

of gurgling strain,to meet the pressures that hold 

again and again.

The joyful reliance of quiet's domain,

To catch serenity in its naked state,

That's worth the time of calm to wait!

 

    

THESE DAYS.

Is there a solution

To the mending of the ozone?

Is there a reason found

To radical climate change

Over the globe?

Is there a solution

To the ever spiraling eco cyclone,

Problems, like the deforestation in the

Amazon basin or the extinction of bees 

breaking chains of cycles known.

Are these days 

The knell of all life's journey home.

Is there a solution

To stop terror and be free?

Is there a way to stop 

The irreversible ghost of nuclear tapestry?

Is there a concept connecting, what appears 

As an insoluble, troubled climate of world 

affairs with sacred spirituality?

Is it gone, reverence for life, the pursuit to look 

after this world, to be happy?

Are these days, paving the ways to inevitability?

Technology, the harbinger of major change and

fast forward progression, will it enlighten and 

bring in a glorious age housing deep sensibility?

Are these day's signs set in stone that eventually 

shall set man, good, bad and indifferent, free?

Only time knows!

LEVELS.

Wisdom is granted to one,

One cannot earn it.

Love does not impose itself,

But one would be a fool to

Ignore it.

Knowledge is the fruit of Angels,

So learn wisely and adorn it.

And what we have and all 

What we confirm is here,

So search, have and enjoy it. 

THE TRIALS OF HARMONY.

Let me roam carefree

In thoughts open space,

Let me sight the knowledge

That's for me to taste,

Let me do the things

That's for me to chase,

So I can be in harmony 

With you.

Let me ride those chances

to make ends meet,

Let me reach true facts

To secure our needs to

Goals free,

Let me heed the way

To affinity,

So I can share myself 

With you.

The enchantment of it all

Is the work towards giving,

The message is in its commitment

To fulfill what is missing,

The rewarding pains to joy

Bring boundless pleasure

That stipulates a mention,

To spark sound intention,

For flawless ploys.

Let me touch upon

life's unselfish grounds,

Let me talk in ways

That bring trouble-free and 

Stress-less sounds,

Let me tread the pathway

Without pressure etched in my brow,

So I can be at one with you.

  

ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS.

Relaxing in the tracks 

Of comfort.

The insatiable desire to 

Be by the fire,

Self indulgence into its 

Red light,

Stimulating the present

With gentle thoughts,

Not to be disillusioned

With outside forces

Except the auras in the context

To which peace is felt,

Added attractions 

To the misty warmth,

Part ownership welcomed by

One who cares,

Saving grace for moments 

Impaired.