Through Distant Eyes

TO RINSE THE MIRTH.

2011-08-29T13:57:00.012+01:00

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.

2011-08-28T20:28:00.011+01:00

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.

2011-08-28T15:57:00.006+01:00

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.

2011-06-27T21:37:00.009+01:00

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.

2011-06-27T20:55:00.015+01:00

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!

2011-06-20T20:14:00.014+01:00

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?

2011-06-19T21:56:00.015+01:00

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!

2011-06-19T17:59:00.004+01:00

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?.

2011-06-19T17:31:00.005+01:00

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?

AFTER INSOMNIA.

2011-06-09T19:50:00.021+01:00

A mooring at 7.ooam...

In the lock the slender body... coated with flower designs, dressed the

background painted red,

A man on the port side disturbs the dawn quiet... whistles over again

the same tune... as his partner comes up from breakfast... bumps her

silky-grey head,

I stood at the window curious to know... as if watching a casual feat,

Could not sleep the night... as the sun rose its bald yellow crown,

The boat was a charming sight... whilst I arranged my balcony seat,

I ached to admire its wooden frame without grace in slippers, pants

and gown,

40 after 7 at the canal; the slender red boat went...

Through the lock gates deliberately... like giving its own ceremony,

I raised my arms and stretched, yawning with mouth open agape

The man and woman looked up and behold! began to wave to me,

Ah! the funniest thing... saw a heron near by raise its tube like neck,

Turned my way... and then precociously began to shake its beak,

Found myself responding... waving, then thought, 'what ever next?

Out of the red long boat... man and wife this bird had my interest...

Peaked!'

AIR CONSUMED WITH GRACE.

2011-06-06T20:22:00.015+01:00

An air consumed with impartial grace,

Coming lo... from a warm distant place,

A conduit of light playing a lovely tune,

With only concern for the highest good,

Yet though human...treads through veils

of worlds beyond,

And in, of this world is the giving strong,

For this my gratitude lingers,

From the gift to these hands and fingers,

To receive the tide of vibrations sent...

I count my fortune for that distant lone

lament...

From that special one... unseen whos

Vocation's gladly set and cannot be...spent!

CLUCKING HAIKU.

2011-03-14T20:47:00.001Z

A fox in a pen-

Chickens clucking here and there,

The noise of a gun.

SWAN HAIKU.

2011-03-14T20:31:00.002Z

A swan is swimming,

Food is thrown into the lake

Wings beating water.

ROSE HAIKU.

2011-03-13T20:48:00.004Z

A rose on the lawn

bees prodding for pollen

Petals float to ground.

CAR HAIKU.

2011-03-13T20:07:00.005Z

A man drove his car

Deep into beautiful glades

Woke up by the clock.

TWO OF ME HAIKU.

2011-03-13T19:29:00.008Z

Two of me walking

Bridges passed by over brooks

The sun makes shadows.

PIGEON HAIKU.

2011-03-13T19:03:00.002Z

A tree in the park

A pigeon flies from the nest

The ruffling of leaves.

TOUCHED!

2011-02-17T19:38:00.009Z

I wade through aspects currently of partial detachment,

But it comes at a price,

My expression of love is more of profound attachment,

But I see another's actions ring cold as ice,

I've experienced others many colours from within...

In attitudes, behaviour patterns from the simple to the

extreme,

Maybe it's felt by them I'm as cold in their mirror...

yet if they knew...there's a well filled with love, respect

and empathy, encased in my casket of day to day living.

And when someone, on help given; say they're touched,

I'm humbled... overjoyed for I am touched just as much!

LOVE ECHOES.

2011-01-20T21:21:00.008Z

The sprinkling of time without care spared

Came waking me to an unexpected soothe,

Love, like a flower had slowly opened inside

Paused anxiously then started to bloom,

A release of its fragrance tinged with spice

Spurred on my endearment's perfume,

Mental pictures of happy wiles echo deep cries

Of... what would I do if I were to lose you?

DECEPTIVE APPEARANCE.

2011-01-20T20:15:00.005Z

You stand in my line of vision; purposely,

Slithering over your boyfriend; explicitly,

If I didn't know better I'd think you were flirting,

But I looked deeper; below the surface, and saw...

You were hurting!

WHEN THE WIND BLOWS THE CRADLE WILL ROCK!

2011-01-06T22:23:00.009Z

Like someone who insists

on creating drama,

There's no solving any practical bent.

Like someone who insists

on being adverse,

There's no reasoning to curb

their deliberate intent.

Like someone who insists

in hating,

No compassion can quell

that emotive tune.

Like someone who strives for

absolute power,

No pacifist can separate the hero from the fool.

Like someone who insists

on controlling,

When defied, intelligence is not their friend.

Like someone who thrives on insecurity;

playing being a victim,

No cajoling is antidote

for such emotion to make amends.

Like someone who insists

on being wilful,

Will only burn when the fire takes its toll.

Like the power some folks wield

which all can see but hidden... like a haystack

needle,

No force can undermine

Except when the wind blows!

PRISMS!

2011-01-06T22:04:00.004Z

No matter where we are from we are

Citizens... Citizens of the world.

Each and every human that's

Born has a right to live and exist.

We walk side by side and feed souls

Both wretched or divine,

The spark of true love and light

streaming down from on high.

The alchemy of the beautiful fields

And dimension's of life...

Become the wrath of Divine Majesty

When tampered with by those...

Ignorant and devoid of any notion

Of what the Architect would have for us

Beyond the universal sky!!

ADVENT OF POTENTIAL.

2010-12-18T16:01:00.005Z

Earth. Is one of heaven's most beautiful

and enchanting gardens with a limitless

source of abundance in possibility and

opportunity, thats if the mind so allows!

IN-SPIRATION.

2010-12-14T22:16:00.036Z

Walking, talking, disarming and connecting,

Interests ignite each personal stance of view

Stretching minds, hearts rejoice, accepting,

Allowance, tolerance, freedom's face shown,

Novelty is boasting,

New-ness coasting,

Boundary's kept ensure respect and polite leniency

Likened to throwbacks of chivalry and chastity,

Nothing interferes to interrupt but endears, to the

Air of potent pleasure,

Knowing acutely, you're releasing personal toxic

Self imposed pressure,

Those demons come, brandishing an emotional

Sword fence rues... without such leisure,

Like a wise-woman you've made them disappear

From some feeble harbouring sight,

To replace tension with a depth of substance; you

truly excite,

And filled! you've brought comfort, a much needed

Dose of joy smouldering intently inside!

GLAZED TALKING!

2010-12-02T16:58:00.010Z

The art of communication is lost in the noise

of empty discussion over nothing, except on

some willful display in fueling levels of self

gratification of certain importance, wherever

possible.

And shallow conversation spurned for the sake

of small talk, comes with the view of appearing

interesting to whomsoever is prepared to listen!

Inauthenticity!

Cloaked in 'casual dialogue' laughed off by a

witless joke without the realization to the perpetrator,

it opens the door for others to know the level

of that individuals nature, and quality of character

They choose to expose.

QUALITIES OF THOUGHT.

2010-12-01T15:51:00.010Z

Thought: the ever chattering muse of individual

consciousness,

determines the path to where rewards of feast,

harvest and famine lie!

And shapes, then goads the pool of fortune of

what one becomes.

(Of ones apparent path made of becoming).

THAT!!!

2010-11-30T19:23:00.006Z

If one ever saw the soul and what the

shape of its essence really looked like,

then perhaps, maybe, one would see...

and 'get it!' the expression of the mighty

spirit, and know that 7 billion souls and

all that is, is part of that!!

THIS HOUSE!! SEED IN A CORN FIELD.

2010-11-30T19:10:00.003Z

I hold only myself responsible

for the outcome of my fate!

UNDER THE SKY!

2010-11-30T16:00:00.013Z

The Snow Giants make their presence felt,

Like a military force from the north slowly

Crippling all in its path making children's

Hearts melt; snow balls thrown, soft playful

blows being dealt,

Blizzards and hail: does a mini ice age creep?

No! imagination wails;

Groans of severe winter chills paralyze...

Making eyes constantly weep.

Wooing in rage is it forcing out a message to

be heard?

That we need the snow caps of the north pole

and south, not the melting, upsetting the eco

vital spice by the warming of earth,

And thus heralds its like in a social degree,

The leaking of documents for us all to see,

Fools have said foolish things in secrecy,

Then, 'bright sparks' with a conscience, dare

To expose the jackals for all the lambs to see.

It does not pay to slander like a hypocrit

Grimacing and grinning nastily in network

Subtle name calling cowboys play, thinking

like they're in 'True Grit'!

Safe in closeted company whilst in the world

Embracing falsely with handshakes:

showing a meaningful smiling face.

Back stabbing on the world stage encourages

the wrath of crisis, and feeds the slime carried

for politcal disgrace,

It may upset international relations leading to

mature cleansing far into the future or fan the

flames for potential wars,

But at least we, the majority of the world's

Populace, know a bit more; where the jackal led

by wolves are, intentions, damning secrets

spilled...

Felt by them, once housed behind iron doors.

When all is saturated to extreme in the glue of

everyday life,

It forces the point to see clearly, that to live

Each day to the max is the freedom to cherish

Under the sky!

TWO SIDES OF THE SAME TAPESTRY.

2010-11-25T23:16:00.006Z

Scientists, academics and logicians

can explain the concept of rational

life to a point. There is an endless,

huge, illogical and irrational element

in life as well!

NO FRILLS!

2010-11-25T23:08:00.004Z

Sometimes life is like a toddler learning to walk!

IMAGES AND SHAPES!!

2010-11-24T20:15:00.011Z

And through the ages there's always been

A dark force living in the underlay as the

Worlds dark soul,

Great warriors have had their way ruling

The world; keeping their muses in tow.

From the dawn of mankind the brave and

the wretched have led,

Civilization to the brink of near death,

And this dark soul creeps with cause,

A vibration ebbs, undiscerning thought,

Taking territories, kingdoms slaying the

Innocent, buying and selling in power

Practices so the greatness of a nation is sort.

As eons pass by, this dark soul changes face,

A new nation holds position of governing the

spirit of the human race,

An' when its too safe this darkness moves on

To the next pride of place, where a person...

people and conflict, it can rest and feed on,

accumulating more power to rule the world...

in fearful purgatory, incessant pain,

This time: its not a modern material thinking

State, but a small thorny one with a very large face,

Tradition's in the underbelly but the coin apes from

Others ways of non traditional tastes,

The dark soul breathes heavily bringing mayhem,

The baton has changed hands to its new henchmen,

Poised to rage and waiting patiently to reshape,

As they did throughout two world wars and other

Historical fates,

History's tale: for the dark soul to survive it feeds and

spews and feeds insatiably until its grasp over millions

of years is securely held as the blue print and aesthetically

taped!

WHAT WE BECOME IS OUR OWN PERCEPTION!

2010-11-03T00:10:00.005Z

The past is void filled with images and experiences,

The future is void filled with images of hope, longing

and expectations,

The present, is the twilight like the sky and the sea

meeting, forming the line which makes the horizon

seen from the land.

We're in the twilight but we're forever bringing past

baggage into the future living out everydayness in

striving towards material happiness in the morrow!

UNDERSTANDING.

2010-10-31T16:16:00.005Z

Wiping the sweat

from my brow,

To face the might

of letting down,

With pride and pomp sat high in

My chest,

Not realizing the hurt that's set...

On the voluntary road to a

Negative rest,

The cost of someone's sorrows

Bow down,

To punishment felt on a

Painful proud,

Sorry, my answer cries,

What I've done, I don't deny

I do realize.

To give in to comfort for that while,

Forgiveness awaits you with a smile,

My heart is made clean

From what you show,

Your understanding never fails

To glow!

TO BE AWARE.(DIVA).

2010-10-31T15:16:00.010Z

Spoilt, by the fear of losing,

Too ready to walk away

From trying,

Handling the self without

Conception

In laying weight on

Someone else's head,

(Living and thinking

a past glory perception)

Putting a barrier up out

Of reach of criticism,

But always ready to lash

The whip on whoever

Crosses the territory,

(Venturing into close

Proximity)

The excuse is: 'take as

I am,

Its natural to behave

this way,'

All ready open to analyze

And want to know other

Selves inside and out,

But no-one dare step

Up to forward a view on

character assessment

Or make-up

Unless of course, flattery

softens a moody fount,

Holding back on shades

of giving,

Is this, the prime example

An insecure person who's

Believing,

they're strong?

Lifting the barrier on good

moments when it suits, then

Bringing it down when those

Moments aren't to show,

All in all a delicate...

personality disposition,

that plays the leading role,

To protect an easily burned

person below!

EVERY EVENT HAS ITS PERIOD.

2010-10-30T22:00:00.016+01:00

Red, orange, yellow and crimson,

Art for death, a seasonal condition,

Beauty speaks, the blue sky is hidden,

By cumulus grey fluffy shadows

Stirring for action, coincide with the

Push and pull of the constellation,

And gravity laden with a chill,

Potent is time's melancholy breath to

Dampen the will,

Halloween fest's laugh out the night,

Never witches,wizards or warlocks in

Sunny daylight,

Shop trolls hanging in the twilight dusky

noon,

Energized by kids to play havoc as when

Clouds dance, passing by the full moon,

From each gust of wind like drizzling rain

Leaves find their patch to decorate the

ground,

Soon each tree is skinned looking lifeless in

Their frame

No more flappy noises of their leafy sound,

Except for the evergreen showing off shrewd

Resilience to bear,

Determining a proud existance of its presence

In the fall, this time of year.

BOX OF TREASURES.

2010-10-28T22:37:00.009+01:00

Saw you off in a minicab today,

You'd made arrangements to

Visit the hairdressers and take

Dirty washing to the laundrette

Along the way,

Gave me some things I had do

like posting a few vip letters by

Early afternoon!

I couldn't help but notice...

A sorrow in your eyes,

Behind a brave disguise,

Trying to hide,

A kind of deep sorrow...

Like You had resigned,

Changes had been made in an

Ignorant style,

Power play's rampant in a...

Corporate climate; with stress

Demonstrating its ugly smile,

And draining has been the fight

To acquire what's right,

Under the weather you've been

For a while!

Nevertheless I still see sorrow

In your eyes,

Outside of your work; it's there

In your home life,

For so long maybe life's been on

A low level,

Pushing faith to the limit seems

Your spirit can't settle,

I pray for the ultimate in the best

For you,

Don't want you to sacrifice any

Happiness or dreams you pursue,

I pray that one-day, one-day soon,

The gods will smile down and say:

'Its your turn for glory, how do you

Do?

This great box of treasures is solely

For you,

Its your turn for praise, your turn to

Wear successful shoes,'

For all that you've given and others

Too,

In life, your love is the living proof,

Up until this day you've done what no

Other could do,

May your path you've chosen now, will

Forever bloom!

WHATEVER IT IS!

2010-10-28T22:05:00.007+01:00

Whatever it is,

Keep it coming this way,

Don't delay the flow,

Keep sending it always,

Blow that fragrance

Mild, fast and slow,

Whatever it is,

Activate this emotion

Ignite the spark time and

again,

There's no let up from its

Pulsation,

Waves of its sensation,

Permeates my heart with its

naked flame,

Whatever it is,

Takes a back seat at times

When domesticity tramples

To the fore,

And focus is in trying to

make ends meet

Life's shouting its echo,

'Living cannot be ignored!'

Whatever it is,

Doesn't lose hold or intensity,

It stands steadfast and free,

Until those stressful moments

Cease,

Even then, it coats the air with

Its essence bringing radiance

Back to the heart when times

Need,

Whatever it is,

Makes my world with you be

That comfortable spectrum

Perfect in existance and my

Awareness,

Without it there'd be no you

Indeed, because you are...

Whatever it is in excess!

SWEET YELLOW CANARY.

2010-10-27T23:42:00.012+01:00

The sweet yellow canary singing in her cage,

Sings songs of being free and stories of

Experiences she's gained,

Staring through the blinds observing people's ways,

Venturing from a prison known is difficult if tamed.

Speaking with an enthused air, the keeper came

And said:

"Oh sweet yellow canary why do you hang your

head?

And sing sad songs with such innocence and beauty,

with dark tones of angst filling your delicate heart

Oosing droplets of melancholy,

from dawn 'til you go to bed?

Suppressed traumas hidden, but caged feeling safe,

Blinkered is sight absent is faith.

The Keeper continued:

"Your door is open your freedom's a step

But a millstone, out of all proportion is placed 'round

Your neck and inside your head."

"Nay." Said the yellow sweet canary, I choose to be

Singing in my cage,

I know best,

Freedom can wait,

I have time; there is no haste,

What's the fruit for me to taste?

And the keeper replied:

"Can't you see, the wings to fly have been clipped to

your breast,

Far too long you've lived in your cage being fed,

By the currents of life on which you nurse in your head,

So accustomed to the habits that fear has now bred,

And safe in fear's garden you've been caged and been

Kept."

"Your cage door is open, sweet yellow canary, your

Freedom is set,

One-day you'll fly and taste sweet happiness,

And know that there was not a cage at all you were safe in

But just a grass fence!

WORTH WITHOUT WEALTH.

2010-10-27T23:26:00.005+01:00

Secret desires,

Is a prison in emotional fires,

And associations to be recognized,

By family, friends and professional

Ties,

Brings a striving for glory to gratify,

The self,

Fulfilling needs for the id to thrive

And swell,

At full throttle on the premise that

Happiness, success and fame may

Shine for contented glory to live full

And Burn well,

Ambition is a fortress built to honour

Prosperity and material wealth.

Alas, this illusion can only transpire,

To losing many a valued thing with

Fear pulling the wire,

And being far away from the truth

Required,

Worth without wealth leaves the mind

Wandering in hapless mires.

I SIT HERE NOW!

2010-10-27T22:52:00.005+01:00

I sit here now, watching her sleep,

On the settee she slumbers

In her sojourn of peace,

Defying all what is around her

In her quietude,

The tv plays pop videos

Without sound coming through,

Where has she gone to?

What is her journey?

The dusk of late afternoon has

Her dozing early,

Inertia has taken over her quietly

This Sunday,

It's so far away from the distaste

Of Monday,

Peaceful!

A slight murmur in her breath

As she embraces, rhythmically

The world in her sleep,

A secret graced only by a courteous

Need,

In an underworld haven a place for

The free,

And love takes a back seat without

Fear, fuss or fret,

The coma sleep cradles no other

May tread,

She alone, can travel its nebulas

Depths,

And wake from the magic gently

Refreshed.

I sit here now, watching her sleep,

With dressing gown draped over her

As she warms the settee,

The tv plays pop videos with sound

On delete,

And the peace she exudes brings a

comforting endearment to me.

STROKE ME!

2010-10-27T22:37:00.002+01:00

Stroke me in my mind today,

Take away the chatter that

Cannot switch off,

Collapse my mind into that

Sensitive space

Where the image of you resides

Giving food to this heart

The love that burns without a stop.

As I walk the street today and

become saturated in the glare

Of the present,

Reflections, expectations and

Influences of all kinds

Filter into my head like tiny

Friendly characters,

Teasing all thoughts, leaving

Behind emotions of confusion

Fear and discontent.

So come;

I ask you,

Stroke me in my mind today

Take away the chatter that

Cannot switch off,

Collapse my mind into that

Sensitive place,

Where the image of you resides

Giving food to this heart as love

Burns without a stop.

AN APPLE BY ANY OTHER NAME!

2010-10-26T19:16:00.004+01:00

The sign of the bitten apple

heralds the fall from grace,

A symbol, of whatever it's

Assigned to as a label...

Is a Blessing then cursed?

To crumble without trace!

Nothing lasts in Karmic Fate!

THOUGHT DROPLETS!

2010-10-24T21:09:00.007+01:00

The last Aquarian age was it the time of Atlantis?

If so, the demise then was one of, abusing life's

beauty through audacious progressive advances.

Saturated by world reliance of the digital scream...

Are we,

So dense in material consciousness we exist...

Too far gone to turn back to ways of natural being?

Are computers like humans, to evolve with their own

unique consciousness?

No choice will we have in this, to use... or not use

Imposed mental process,

Spurned through broken cycles into social regress,

I dare to think what 50 or more years will bring,

Is it the war of worlds with hopeful air never ending?

Will an intervention from the sky bring a eureka

moment pending?

Questions are many yet answers come cryptically

Bending,

When found; its not the truth: but the start of more

Questions perplexing,

To settle then!

On a new renaissance, or that ever expected doom

Or a choice signifying a compassionate beginning?

STANCE OF ECHO.

2010-10-14T19:49:00.009+01:00

I am but an echo in the crowd,

Who would hear or come to

help me if my spirit cried aloud?

Many shades of vibrant faces

present; walking proud,

I look and stand among them

But not of them in a shroud,

Protecting, preserving a disposition

Comes with a lonely cloud.

PARTIALS OF CHARACTER.

2010-10-13T01:23:00.003+01:00

Life has a multitude of sins for us to blame for our ills.

If connecting to the realm of the core self, where peace resides,

were to be the natural way and primary nature in thinking,

doing, feeling and being, then one would have nothing to

complain about, nothing to blame.

VOW.

2010-10-11T23:55:00.006+01:00

I give myself to you totally,

What's mine is yours to have truly,

Walking through life with you as one,

Sharing with you life's trials with love,

The promise of my happiness is here,

Within loves garden, no cross to bear,

I cement my future and all I do,

Forever bonded heart to heart with you!

SMILE.

2010-10-11T23:00:00.002+01:00

All is good with the world

At those enchanting times

When I'm in your company.

10,10,10. SOLIS DOMINICA.

2010-10-10T20:09:00.045+01:00

What a day! to cherish this time given,

Earth Mother dances with the Sun God

To the buzzy life in London England,

Autumn, her music strums to the gasp

Of timid moments sweltering in the hot

climate,

Extravagance of this Indian Summer

Delays long sleep for the tired primate.

The radical change of weather pattern's

Makes the body ache and weary,

Infection sprouts a bugging flu with

A sniffling red nose, eyes bleary,

As the fall of each year welcomes cold sights of

Dampness and grey, like clockwork birds migrate,

Throwing off, this summer sunlight like a treat

In our midst, comes this way so rarely, creeps

By... glowing, then leaves late.

The Autumn dew and falling leaves, shimmering

small waves of the lake being kissed by the...

passing breeze that says,

Spring is set to arrive early expect an early summer

in May,

The weather, confusing near topsy turvy, restless...

When it wants to play.

Her boisterous inclinations at times can be scary...

Appearing to revel in the throws of being blusteringly

Precocious, like an unmerciful paraqueet, wild canary,

But when pleased yields to being naturally contrary!

Still, 'what a fine day it has been today'?

PAGES.

2010-10-07T17:34:00.070+01:00

Pages!

Seven billion pages in one glorious book,

Every page has a story to tell of conflict,

Consequence, love, pain and discontent in

Each social brook,

The index page: credits great men, women

And children who shaped terrains...

On journeys of heroic deeds unstaged,

And to those ugly giants who delved into

Mists of terror and negative seas sowing

Persuasive thorns to inspire dark trade,

Are lessons to learn stained in the anima

Of the Book's fate.

And the backbone being the tree of life from

A dark other world dimensional mist alive in

A vibrant frequency, crashing through super

thin silk-like veil into this; the 'Now,' the act

In a large animate, dramatic, cosmic genesis!

Staging of the scene: Boasts a theory of a

Unique, harmonious but ominous beginning,

Treachery lurking spawned to its power bursts

Out, ablaze in a new consciousness awakening,

As the quest: of progression rolls onward...

Plots thick in turmoil and transformations;

Burn fiercely in narrow and fearful beliefs,

Charismatic characters tap into deep wretched

Crevasses to gratify their abyssmal cold world;

Like vampires on constant feeds praise infamy

Through rampant dark vainglorious deeds!

While zeitgeists hail for truth and insight

Behind a screen of conspiracy laden themes.

And the ending: The perpetuating force...waiting:

That accepts no animate proof of this beginning,

Sub plots: the twist is the scheme in everything;

The angst undertone of the soul thriving in every

Story of most pain stricken scenes the Book reads,

Cycles upon cycles, layers upon layers...

Worlds ever rearranging, changing,

But the cover stays how it is: holding, interpreting,

If blindly closed; we'll see surprises, we'll keep on

Asking and guessing!

The Climax, The Ending, The Result, The reversal

The Resolution!

Seven billion pages in one glorious book,

And every page has a story to tell,

And every story a plot, posing their

Version of a partial outlook that's lived and

Known so well!

MAJOR AFFECT.

2010-09-30T23:09:00.004+01:00

I take a glimpse at you...

As you engross yourself

In the virtual life of the net,

Seeming content,

Regardless of storms...

Your inner world begets,

And a voice inside says:

''I'm touched by you much."

And I smile in my quietude

At your posture, your silhouette,

Displayed on the wall lit: it's kept!

And your silky side of face,

Facing me bringing to mind

A certain innocence

Such endearing charm...

The moment projects.

And if I were to pass tomorrow

My last wish would be,

That the world could know you

As I do; and see,

I've had this life's good fortune

To love you indeed!

LAPTOPMANAIA!

2010-09-30T21:50:00.011+01:00

I go to my laptop happy,

And come off, after some time, like a zombie.

I open her mouth all bright and fresh faced,

And come away disheveled and hardly awake.

Hypnotized by her mesmerizing way,

I check my emails replying most of the day ,

I scan the yahoo page to gain some news,

And scour the 'my space' passing through 'you tube.'

If I'm interrupted I look around blank,

Get slightly irritated should someone come with pranks.

That's how serious it gets, they were asking for help,

Yet she got jealous, giving my attention somewhere else.

I go to my laptop calm and happy,

And come off, after a long time, disheveled like a zombie,

Draining me of human warmth she creeps 'n' takes over,

Replacing it with her metallic soul, initiative goes asunder,

Dependence is what she needs to have, you cannot do....

without her... not ever.

I go to my laptop so calm and happy,

And come off, after so many hours, disheveled like a zombie.

CHARM.

2010-09-30T21:06:00.017+01:00

"Hello Munchkin!"

She said with enthusiasm in a childlike way.

She had just awoken from a short sleep...

Taken whilst watching tv somewhere...

Between 9 and 10 after a long working day.

Frozen in time and space,

Her scintillating magic had been caught...

Bringing an endearing half-smile to my face,

Releasing those currents in feeling that love...

Constantly spills, ah! My amour, my little sport,

I watch, embracing the charm of her inner child,

Received with finesse in such feminine style,

I allow myself unquestionably... to gently fall,

And love... like a fountain comes flowing without

Any sign of hinderance in being sought.

THE FLOW.

2010-09-27T00:06:00.004+01:00

Careless is my heart when in the throws of love,

Ill is caution when intimacy beckons,

And soire's of sweet caresses bring a sensitive flow

Of irresistible urges in passion to commence

Another chapter and verse with you...

For those annals of sentimental pastimes bathed in

Nostalgia's smooth laments.

NO LESS.

2010-09-26T23:15:00.005+01:00

My attachment of value,

To what is appreciated,

Is enriched in each action,

perception,

Heartfelt conception,

Of everything about you,

To bring a simplistic view,

Emotions say and make

Understanding a personal

Desire to always remain

Without any doubt or question,

In that precious, fragile place,

Totally engrossed in love

And that place to be perpetual

In its existance,

Life with you can be no less,

Then being here loving all of you

Beyond life itself I confess,

Oh what a wonder to be caught

encased,

In the sprinkling of love's

Integrity emotively embraced.

THE JEALOUS SUN.

2010-09-26T20:59:00.007+01:00

The sun shone jealously

Through the balcony doors,

In this time of summer's ending,

Essences abound affectionate clouds stimulate

And hum more,

While the gentle breeze welcomes the rise of

Autumn's face tenderly.

I look at your hair set in a pony tail,

As you potter in the kitchen speaking...

Emphatically to a friend on the mobile,

Your heart speaks in tones of a womanly child,

The face shows a mature innocence such beauty

in guile.

And as for your demeanor so loving,

Now teases my heart to reciprocate something

In a manner of a physical response which results

Quite spontaneously into affectionate hugging.

The sun shines jealously in my living room,

And the love for you at this moment is

Magnified without reason except being caught

In the majesty of this summer's perfume,

Magnified by the power of my love for you.

MY TWEEDIE PIE.

2010-09-19T20:50:00.006+01:00

She's like a little tweedie pie.

When she's all sad her cheeks go cute and red

And her eyes go all big and blue...

With big crocodile tears rolling down her sad

looking face.

When she's happy she's like a big tweedie pie

Sunbeam,

And in her element of surprise her naivete...

Is like that of a giant sunflower molded with

The high intelligence of a sophisticated lady.

She's just like a tweedie pie. At least....

Sometimes.

PHASES OF MOODS.

2010-09-19T20:32:00.002+01:00

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.

2010-09-19T20:18:00.002+01:00

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.

2010-09-17T22:15:00.022+01:00

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!

2010-09-15T19:36:00.012+01:00

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?

2010-09-07T17:26:00.016+01:00

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.

2010-09-06T20:48:00.011+01:00

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).

2010-09-06T18:46:00.019+01:00

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.

2010-09-02T19:25:00.009+01:00

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.

2010-08-30T23:36:00.005+01:00

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!

2010-08-30T19:37:00.004+01:00

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).

2010-08-30T18:52:00.028+01:00

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.

2010-08-26T19:09:00.013+01:00

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.

2010-08-25T21:46:00.039+01:00

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!

2010-08-24T22:29:00.009+01:00

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.

2010-08-24T22:07:00.005+01:00

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.

2010-08-12T22:37:00.042+01:00

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!

2010-08-08T19:02:00.028+01:00

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.

2010-08-08T18:29:00.003+01:00

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.

2010-08-07T16:29:00.013+01:00

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!

2010-08-04T19:07:00.005+01:00

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!

2010-07-31T23:46:00.026+01:00

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.

2010-07-31T01:24:00.031+01:00

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!

2010-07-29T22:32:00.058+01:00

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.

2010-07-29T01:19:00.011+01:00

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!

2010-07-29T00:54:00.019+01:00

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.

2010-07-28T23:29:00.014+01:00

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!

2010-07-18T23:19:00.007+01:00

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!

2010-07-18T22:27:00.003+01:00

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!

2010-07-18T21:37:00.006+01:00

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.

2010-07-18T00:23:00.014+01:00

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.

THEN.

2010-07-16T22:38:00.005+01:00

Fashioned into positions of acceptance,

Life assures through consequence,

Child, adolescence and adulthood

the common sentence,

as the in-betweens, emotions, dreams,

Psychological issues, move with the

physical appliance,

Modes of conditioning, intention and

guidance,

Lay air filled foundations, rebellious angst

courting degrees of determined hunger for

ambitious vainglorious reliance,

There's no physical past to live and comprehend,

There's only the present; show to live and tend,

There's no future but its space filled with intent,

But the manifestations of a blessing or curse cannot

show before then.

A SHORT STAY.

2010-07-13T01:22:00.004+01:00

Suspended in the swift present,

How delicate and beautiful it is

As distraction enters the reverie

of 'nows' involvement,

Patterns of living take to their

usual appearance and positions of

residence, carrying on pursuing the

everydayness that proudly persists.

PAST SHORES REVISITED.

2010-07-12T22:47:00.018+01:00

Tinges of shadowy impressions creep into the present.

Stories, reminiscences and schoolyard whiles told;

In hotel rooms a scene's captured watched by the

moon's shiny essence,

An occasion printed for memory whilst on the road.

Holding court, a catalyst of sorts, but there's also a

tendency, under influence, to bark, brace and balk,

Telling many tales creating much laughter and retorts,

An atmosphere alive with spirited fun and frolic spark

gut wrenching guffaws of laughter when cartoon imagery

from stories are caught.

A smoke shared, graced by a glass of Bolly,

Loosening the tongue forging a rouse towards states of

folly,

Bringing more of the past back into the nights charade,

Making all appear rather good, game and most jolly!

Yet still living in a world of glamourous re-runs,

Faded glamour, clutching onto residues of whispery,

transient fame,

'Oh how wise, it seems, these nights are; to manifest

themselves somewhat allowing revisits into those

nebulas, illusive, yesterdays,'

But irrepressible is the mind's constant knocking of

nostalgia; never tiring

And never stops looking through its tinsel coloured frame.

LOVE.

2010-06-15T23:50:00.005+01:00

Because it is without any care,

The supremacy it has is beyond compare;

It's shoved and torn and twisted about,

To suit the needs of a mental cloud.

To define, no-one can;

It comes and goes to fit its own plans:

The results, to what it brings

Is up to how natural and mature the situation is.

Words are used when it doesn't work out,

Excuses are made on a practical roundabout;

But if you think you don't need to think

When it happens to you,

You feel the full sting:

A chance for a permanent secure ending.

TAKING A TURN.

2010-06-15T23:19:00.004+01:00

I walk with you in the depths of my imaginings,

A privilege shared with no-one else;

Into lands where feelings become the physics of nature,

And nature is a mans do's.

If I had this to myself, my imaginings wouldn't be a privilege,

But a has been re-occurring fantasy,

With meaning for self gratified thought

To wide open narrow mindedness to inward collection pieces.

But would I be or would it be this way?

One doubts even the spirit when it's lost or with nothing to hold on to:

At times of loneliness, as I walk with you into the depths of my imaginings,

I am privileged to be able to share with you

Things that have never been shared with anyone else before.

FOCUSING MY PLACE.

2010-06-14T23:22:00.002+01:00

Within the gaze of things,

I play my part;

Within the stare of life,

My journey is chosen;

To be hypnotized

Into countless obstacles

I have to take,

To find the truth

To find myself;

Mesmerized, into the dutiful doings

Of what the spirit has to undertake.

Fast asleep:

Sometimes at the crossroads of conscious freeways,

The trance like state;

The subconscious rehabilitates by making itself known,

In glimpses of images at those times of dreams,

Mind over matter zone comes into being;

Within the ecstasy of dreams I take my gaze

To the limits, of an incomprehensible mental maze.

Back to the earth

In its naked state;

To see if all the elements of nature

In their worlds,

Go through the same phase;

Within the masquerade of things,

Extremely great and exceedingly small,

I, find myself

As near as I could be,

'To the whole'.

GROWNG UP.

2010-06-14T23:04:00.003+01:00

We slowly die from the time we are born.

As children we stress to see make-believe;

We torture ourselves when youth comes around,

And take in what's felt and best to be sound:

Without knowing the whys and wherefores

The seeds are set for the future score.

By manhood the seeds of belief are in bloom-

Narrow and open minds to choose;

One of those you don't know

Has set the path for you to grow,

On a mental show case of worldly ways

We chance our thoughts to get appraise,

No matter what work place or time of day:

Being led by the systems plays;

Then that sudden feeling one fails to lose,

Is to do things in a child's shoes-

To keep yourself quietly amused,

Because as a child

That was naturally you.

SURVIVING CRISIS.

2010-06-10T22:45:00.017+01:00

We hear the voice

of realism call,

Words incite reasons

for fear, concern and panick

Nailing futures for all.

Take away hope;

Replace it with stability,

Take away dreams;

Replace them with sensibility,

Discourage the quest for happiness;

And replace it with a weeks holiday,

Take away purpose and incentive;

Replace them with numbing blockages

accepting meagre necessities,

Take away striving for a better quality of life;

And replace it with diminished propensities.

Implications unfounded; yet howl unspoken;

shaping avenues of living extremities.

We hear the voice

of severe truism call,

Hailing signs for panick

Nailing to the mast, an austere future for all.

Let heart, mind and sound ingenuity

rise above the crisis spawned.

ASCENT, DESCEND (2012).

2010-06-10T19:34:00.019+01:00

After all frailties have been stretched

and worn,

After all ecological damage is beyond

repair and recall,

After all terror has displayed its scorn,

After all the madness of territorial wars

killing fields of suffering pawns,

After all tsunamis have destroyed and torn,

After the snow caps, melted, and arctic

species, victims of change, are no more,

After all the volcano eruptions blotting

from view the sunlight each morn,

After all the seas cover 9 tenths of earth's

crusted form,

After all the wrongs that may lead to human

downfall by human brawn,

My love for you stands tallest 'til earth

descends into transformation, reborn.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

2010-06-10T19:26:00.004+01:00

Another year passes,

Breaking in new skin,

Returning again to where I drew first breath,

Shifting the lens of life's glasses,

What we venture aim to win,

Candles blown out for that auspicious wish

Heralds the mark of each years death.

PRICELESS!!

2010-05-24T00:20:00.011+01:00

From when at school the

spark was first laid in place,

But then inside restless;

searched for its playmate,

Though different partners we

shared through trial and test,

One-day I searched no-more

To you Love came to rest.

INSECURE ZONES TO SPLENDOUR.

2010-05-23T23:26:00.002+01:00

You can now spread your wings

and not be afraid to fly,

For tomorrow will bring you

the start to your plight,

And when you land, you will land

with ease,

To fly away again holding the wish

that you breathe.

SHE SAID: NAUGHTY, GRUMPY PERSON!

2010-05-23T22:19:00.008+01:00

HE SAID:

Am I entitled to a little humpyness?

If it has affected you; I'm sorry!

I know you wanted a little tenderness,

I'm here still, cuddly, don't you worry!