You make me shake.
You make me sweat.
You make me cry.
You make my sleep troubled.
You make it hard for me to let go.
You fuel my anger.
You fuel the green dragon.
You hold me in your grasp, sometimes so tight I can’t breathe.
You never let me free.
You live where I don’t want to go.
You live, I let you.
You live deep in me.
You live, without you am I half of me.
You live there is a need for you.
You live as you always have.
You live because you know me.
You live where I don’t want to go.
You lay in silence waiting and watching
You wait for that one wrong thought.
You wait for that one wrong turn.
You wait for my heart to beat faster.
You wait for the joy to fill me.
You wait for the sadness to cover me.
You wait for the trust to crumple.
You wait for the doubt that follows.
You live where I don’t want to go.
I must seek you out.
I must go to where you live.
I must go to where you hide.
I must awaken you.
I must look you in the eyes.
I must look back through your eyes at me.
I need to see what you see.
For then I am you and you are then me.
For then I will know you and you will know me.
For then I will see you not as scary as you make me feel.
For then I will learn to let go.
For then I will learn to be free.
For then I will learn to be me.
For then I will learn how to control you and not you control me.
Oh Fear, the war has begun.
Oh, Fear, the battle cry has sounded, friends I gather.
Friends heed my call, come to my battle stance.
These are the friends I call to the battle stance Soul, Love,
Compassion, Friendship and Understanding.
The battlefield has been selected.
The battles will be hard and some drawn.
Prepare yourself Fear for here I come.
I will no longer allow you to control me.
I will no longer fear you Fear.
05 July 2008
“Pieces of Nine”
Merrily I say to thee, pieces of nine.
Why nine say thee for they be pieces of eight.
Merrily I say to thee, pieces of nine.
Why nine say thee for there be eight.
Merrily I say to thee, pieces of nine.
Why nine say thee for mine be eight.
Wearily I say to thee, pieces of nine.
For mine are new and yours old.
I have nine and you have eight.
Here take this one for it is spare.
Wearily I say to thee, pieces of eight.
Merrily you say to me, pieces of nine I have.
Why nine say thee for they be pieces of eight.
Merrily I say to thee, pieces of nine.
Why nine say thee for there be eight.
Merrily I say to thee, pieces of nine.
Why nine say thee for mine be eight.
Wearily I say to thee, pieces of nine.
For mine are new and yours old.
I have nine and you have eight.
Here take this one for it is spare.
Wearily I say to thee, pieces of eight.
Merrily you say to me, pieces of nine I have.
“Mr Fix-it”
One day I was dreaming.
I was walking on this perfect road.
I marvelled at the world for it was beautiful.
I was in awe of the wonders that I saw.
Was this paradise to me?
Oh yes it was nothing was out of place, nothing askew.
In the distance, I hear a singing and a noise, a strange tune and I strain to hear.
Getting closer I am met by this strange sight.
There stood a little man with a tool box bigger than himself.
Singing the tune I heard. I pause to listen for the melody is sweet and true.
The words of the song flowing as he worked.
I walk into a room and the first thing I look for it something to fix.
I walk out a room and try to fix the room.
I will fix-it when it is broken.
I will fix-it when it isn’t broken.
I am Mr Fix-it.
I am able to fix-it-all.
Give me my due even if I don’t fix-it I will.
For I am the fix-it man.
How can this be, what is there to fix in this world?
I ask this fellow this question, he stops looks at me.
Smiles and says because someone thinks it is broken.
Who I say thinks this, why do they think this.
He shrugs and says you asking me, I just fix-it.
I don’t ask, I don’t question I just do.
For the others want it fixed.
Who are these others you talk of, who is it that wants it fixed?
Turning he says you are the one who wants it fixed.
Me I say, no I don’t want it fixed, and I just want it perfect.
To which he replied yes that is why I am the fix-it man.
Looking closer I gaze at the man’s face, surely it is a mirror.
For looking back it is my face, my smile, me, me, and me.
Why do I so wish to fix-it?
Why do I feel the urge to do such?
Did I break it?
Was it broken before?
I stand a while in contemplation of what is said.
Who are these others he spoke of?
Why am asking him to fix-it?
What drives me to want it fixed?
The little man continues to sing and fix-it,
I walk into a room and the first thing I look for it something to fix.
I walk out a room and try to fix the room.
I will fix-it when it is broken.
I will fix-it when it isn’t broken.
I am Mr Fix-it.
I am able to fix-it-all.
Give me my due even if I don’t fix-it I will.
For I am the fix-it man.
I awake the dream is so real is my contemplation is over.
Am I no longer Mr Fix-it?
Trying to fix something that was never broke or is it ever meant to be fixed.
No, I am not Mr Fix-it no more, I am just me.
I was walking on this perfect road.
I marvelled at the world for it was beautiful.
I was in awe of the wonders that I saw.
Was this paradise to me?
Oh yes it was nothing was out of place, nothing askew.
In the distance, I hear a singing and a noise, a strange tune and I strain to hear.
Getting closer I am met by this strange sight.
There stood a little man with a tool box bigger than himself.
Singing the tune I heard. I pause to listen for the melody is sweet and true.
The words of the song flowing as he worked.
I walk into a room and the first thing I look for it something to fix.
I walk out a room and try to fix the room.
I will fix-it when it is broken.
I will fix-it when it isn’t broken.
I am Mr Fix-it.
I am able to fix-it-all.
Give me my due even if I don’t fix-it I will.
For I am the fix-it man.
How can this be, what is there to fix in this world?
I ask this fellow this question, he stops looks at me.
Smiles and says because someone thinks it is broken.
Who I say thinks this, why do they think this.
He shrugs and says you asking me, I just fix-it.
I don’t ask, I don’t question I just do.
For the others want it fixed.
Who are these others you talk of, who is it that wants it fixed?
Turning he says you are the one who wants it fixed.
Me I say, no I don’t want it fixed, and I just want it perfect.
To which he replied yes that is why I am the fix-it man.
Looking closer I gaze at the man’s face, surely it is a mirror.
For looking back it is my face, my smile, me, me, and me.
Why do I so wish to fix-it?
Why do I feel the urge to do such?
Did I break it?
Was it broken before?
I stand a while in contemplation of what is said.
Who are these others he spoke of?
Why am asking him to fix-it?
What drives me to want it fixed?
The little man continues to sing and fix-it,
I walk into a room and the first thing I look for it something to fix.
I walk out a room and try to fix the room.
I will fix-it when it is broken.
I will fix-it when it isn’t broken.
I am Mr Fix-it.
I am able to fix-it-all.
Give me my due even if I don’t fix-it I will.
For I am the fix-it man.
I awake the dream is so real is my contemplation is over.
Am I no longer Mr Fix-it?
Trying to fix something that was never broke or is it ever meant to be fixed.
No, I am not Mr Fix-it no more, I am just me.
“The Rose Mystic”
I travelled from afar.
I grow weary of the long and lonely travel.
I wish for a place to call home.
I wish for a place to keep my memories in.
I wish for a place to grow old in.
I wish for the comfort of one in my days ahead.
My weary bones ache, so soon I will seek a place to sleep.
The night draws her dark curtains around me.
I lay down to sleep having found a shaded place.
The warmth of the campfire spreading around me.
Once a long time ago dreams of peace filled my mind.
Now the dreams of war fill my mind.
Silent I wish for a dream of old.
From far I see you.
You stop before me, straight and tall.
You dare come closer.
Do you know what you close to?
Do you want to be associated with the likes?
Have you not heard the deeds?
Have you not seen the fear in others eyes?
Look closely what do you see?
Your eyes twinkle, your smile reflected in your eyes.
Your soft features swimming before my eyes.
I try not to look, but my eyes are drawn to yours.
Your gaze stripping away the walls and shields around my inner world.
Your eyes reflect what you see.
Your face reflective of the emotions you experience from me.
Your minds voice in my mind softly saying.
“Seek what is deep within.”
“Things are not what they were.”
“Things are not what they seem.”
“Remember who and what you are.”
Comfort I feel when you are near.
Peace in my mind and soul.
The last of the walls and shields fall from me, I am before you.
This is a dream of old for my inner world resonates with it.
You show me as I was, before the wars, before the walls, before the shields.
Your touch waking the trueness, hidden and protected that is in me.
Deep within I see what is meant to be, who I am, what I am.
Knowledge gained of the deeds done.
Knowledge gained of the deeds still to be done.
Your fingers leave my face, your smile softer, and your eyes loving.
Love spreads from you like a blanket filling me.
You turn, smile and are gone.
Yet I still feel you close to me, enveloping me.
I hold my hand out calling your name, distantly I hear you say.
“Slumber in rest old wise one, for you will now remember who you are.”
“Welcome back, this world has been too long without you.
I turn over in my slumber, my eyes opening,
Morn has started, with wisps of gold and red on the horizon.
Looking around me the once scorched, dry land is now filled with colour.
All around are vines of red, blue, yellow and violet.
Smiling I sit up, the soft fragrance of roses in the air.
Standing I shake off the last sands of sleep.
With purpose, I set off.
With need, I will do the deeds.
I am the one with the power of the rose.
They will no longer fear me.
They will no longer shun me.
Listen for my deeds; write songs and stories about them.
For I am the “Rose Mystic”
I grow weary of the long and lonely travel.
I wish for a place to call home.
I wish for a place to keep my memories in.
I wish for a place to grow old in.
I wish for the comfort of one in my days ahead.
My weary bones ache, so soon I will seek a place to sleep.
The night draws her dark curtains around me.
I lay down to sleep having found a shaded place.
The warmth of the campfire spreading around me.
Once a long time ago dreams of peace filled my mind.
Now the dreams of war fill my mind.
Silent I wish for a dream of old.
From far I see you.
You stop before me, straight and tall.
You dare come closer.
Do you know what you close to?
Do you want to be associated with the likes?
Have you not heard the deeds?
Have you not seen the fear in others eyes?
Look closely what do you see?
Your eyes twinkle, your smile reflected in your eyes.
Your soft features swimming before my eyes.
I try not to look, but my eyes are drawn to yours.
Your gaze stripping away the walls and shields around my inner world.
Your eyes reflect what you see.
Your face reflective of the emotions you experience from me.
Your minds voice in my mind softly saying.
“Seek what is deep within.”
“Things are not what they were.”
“Things are not what they seem.”
“Remember who and what you are.”
Comfort I feel when you are near.
Peace in my mind and soul.
The last of the walls and shields fall from me, I am before you.
This is a dream of old for my inner world resonates with it.
You show me as I was, before the wars, before the walls, before the shields.
Your touch waking the trueness, hidden and protected that is in me.
Deep within I see what is meant to be, who I am, what I am.
Knowledge gained of the deeds done.
Knowledge gained of the deeds still to be done.
Your fingers leave my face, your smile softer, and your eyes loving.
Love spreads from you like a blanket filling me.
You turn, smile and are gone.
Yet I still feel you close to me, enveloping me.
I hold my hand out calling your name, distantly I hear you say.
“Slumber in rest old wise one, for you will now remember who you are.”
“Welcome back, this world has been too long without you.
I turn over in my slumber, my eyes opening,
Morn has started, with wisps of gold and red on the horizon.
Looking around me the once scorched, dry land is now filled with colour.
All around are vines of red, blue, yellow and violet.
Smiling I sit up, the soft fragrance of roses in the air.
Standing I shake off the last sands of sleep.
With purpose, I set off.
With need, I will do the deeds.
I am the one with the power of the rose.
They will no longer fear me.
They will no longer shun me.
Listen for my deeds; write songs and stories about them.
For I am the “Rose Mystic”
“The Way”
Glimpsing the past in a flash of light.
Drop the veil that clouds the lower mind.
Seeking light in the darkness of my mind.
Running from one thought to the other, never quite making it.
Stopped by a thought, stopped by a deed.
Lost among so many choices, do, don’t, yes, no.
No maybe in a world of black and white.
Yes, there is, it is called grey, oh what a wonderful colour grey can be.
Maybe it isn’t grey, but a lighter shade of black or white.
Why can’t it be red and blue?
Then grey would be light red or light blue or would it be purple?
People in, people out, people stay, enriching my life.
Learning new things, learning to live without, learning to live with.
Is this a dream or our imagination playing tricks with the light?
Something lost, is it lost or just not visual for us to see.
Do I gain or does my perspective change to see what was already there?
How does the caress of soft lips on my lips make it all so real?
Does touching make it real or does the imagination get affirmation of what it knows?
Nothing is lost, only on a different path.
Will the path lead back to that which we seek or onto another?
Why is the way not easy, surely I know the way?
Is the way then not straight from one point to the other?
Do I prefer the scenic route or am I seeking things long forgotten?
I think both, my wish for you is to know that we all choose our way.
We all know how to get there, some like me just take longer.
So wait for me if you get there first, for I will be along soon.
If our paths cross may we be looking up and not down.
For now and again we shouldn’t be concentrating on the way.
For our feet follow the way with conviction so that we can view the scenery.
Blessed are us for we have the choice.
Blessed are us for we have the way.
Blessed are us for travelling on the path.
I will see you at the end of the way on the paths we choose.
Drop the veil that clouds the lower mind.
Seeking light in the darkness of my mind.
Running from one thought to the other, never quite making it.
Stopped by a thought, stopped by a deed.
Lost among so many choices, do, don’t, yes, no.
No maybe in a world of black and white.
Yes, there is, it is called grey, oh what a wonderful colour grey can be.
Maybe it isn’t grey, but a lighter shade of black or white.
Why can’t it be red and blue?
Then grey would be light red or light blue or would it be purple?
People in, people out, people stay, enriching my life.
Learning new things, learning to live without, learning to live with.
Is this a dream or our imagination playing tricks with the light?
Something lost, is it lost or just not visual for us to see.
Do I gain or does my perspective change to see what was already there?
How does the caress of soft lips on my lips make it all so real?
Does touching make it real or does the imagination get affirmation of what it knows?
Nothing is lost, only on a different path.
Will the path lead back to that which we seek or onto another?
Why is the way not easy, surely I know the way?
Is the way then not straight from one point to the other?
Do I prefer the scenic route or am I seeking things long forgotten?
I think both, my wish for you is to know that we all choose our way.
We all know how to get there, some like me just take longer.
So wait for me if you get there first, for I will be along soon.
If our paths cross may we be looking up and not down.
For now and again we shouldn’t be concentrating on the way.
For our feet follow the way with conviction so that we can view the scenery.
Blessed are us for we have the choice.
Blessed are us for we have the way.
Blessed are us for travelling on the path.
I will see you at the end of the way on the paths we choose.
“My Solemn Prayer”
Prayer for the living, prayer for the dying, prayer for the ones coming.
Prayer for my sanity, prayer for the strength to continue.
Prayer for love, light, peace and harmony.
Oh, I do so prayer for love to heal all.
Oh Heavenly Ones, hear my solemn prayer.
Creators, saviours, angels, prophets, companions, brothers and sisters.
Thank you for the blessing I have, for those, I will still receive.
Thank you for the companionship, for your love, for your understanding, for your comfort.
Forgive mine the sorrows, the choices, the paths I take for I do them to understand.
Bless those whom I am to meet.
Bless them with the joy of love.
Bless them with the knowledge.
Bless this universe, bless this world and bless all with the love and light.
Let the love, light and harmony wash over us all.
Allow mine prayer to be heard and all to see.
I ask humbly for this, from the deepest light source I know, me.
Prayer for my sanity, prayer for the strength to continue.
Prayer for love, light, peace and harmony.
Oh, I do so prayer for love to heal all.
Oh Heavenly Ones, hear my solemn prayer.
Creators, saviours, angels, prophets, companions, brothers and sisters.
Thank you for the blessing I have, for those, I will still receive.
Thank you for the companionship, for your love, for your understanding, for your comfort.
Forgive mine the sorrows, the choices, the paths I take for I do them to understand.
Bless those whom I am to meet.
Bless them with the joy of love.
Bless them with the knowledge.
Bless this universe, bless this world and bless all with the love and light.
Let the love, light and harmony wash over us all.
Allow mine prayer to be heard and all to see.
I ask humbly for this, from the deepest light source I know, me.
“Night Life”
In the wings of the sky the moon and stars await the day to end.
The sun sinks below the horizon, darkness slowly forming.
The rush of creatures to their dwellings almost over.
Stragglers watching as the last rays of sunlight fade.
Dinner been made, dinner eaten and the day is discarded.
The smell of cooked food, the warmth of a lit fire.
Babes prepare for slumber land, stories read, lights dimmed.
Moonlight begins the life of the night.
Awakening those that thrive in the soft glow.
Moving slowly from one ray of light to the next.
Blending in with the shadows, their features softer.
The ring of chimed laughter, the smiles of the knowing.
The faint music of the night heard and felt.
Bodies moving to the beat of the music.
Merriment and joy over a shared bottle.
The pulsing life peaks at the mid of the night.
Creature’s activities winding down having kept them busy.
The rush of creatures to their dwellings almost over.
Stragglers watching as the last rays of moonlight fade.
In the wings of the sky the sun awaits the start of the day.
Babes awake, awakening those that live in the bright light.
So ends another night life, blessed and safe.
The sun sinks below the horizon, darkness slowly forming.
The rush of creatures to their dwellings almost over.
Stragglers watching as the last rays of sunlight fade.
Dinner been made, dinner eaten and the day is discarded.
The smell of cooked food, the warmth of a lit fire.
Babes prepare for slumber land, stories read, lights dimmed.
Moonlight begins the life of the night.
Awakening those that thrive in the soft glow.
Moving slowly from one ray of light to the next.
Blending in with the shadows, their features softer.
The ring of chimed laughter, the smiles of the knowing.
The faint music of the night heard and felt.
Bodies moving to the beat of the music.
Merriment and joy over a shared bottle.
The pulsing life peaks at the mid of the night.
Creature’s activities winding down having kept them busy.
The rush of creatures to their dwellings almost over.
Stragglers watching as the last rays of moonlight fade.
In the wings of the sky the sun awaits the start of the day.
Babes awake, awakening those that live in the bright light.
So ends another night life, blessed and safe.
“Baby Jade”
You will bring a smile to my face when I hold you for the first time.
Oh, how it will feel to have your small body against mine.
How the soft skin that covers your beautiful body is a soft pink.
How your hair so soft and silky, each strand so perfectly placed feels.
How you’re so green eyes stare at the world with amazement.
The way your fingers curl around my finger and hold on.
Your small feet fit so easily into the palm of my hand.
The scent of baby powder on my clothes when I put you down.
Oh, how it will feel to pour my love over your soul.
To feel you climb into my soul and curl up inside, warm and protected.
You're smiles as you recognise the sound of my voice, or see me close.
I will shed a tear when you start to cry.
You would not have a want in the world for you would be my world.
I will love you till the last breath escapes my body.
Sweetly I wish you slumber till you come to me, to share your life with me.
Lovingly now and for eternity your father.
Oh, how it will feel to have your small body against mine.
How the soft skin that covers your beautiful body is a soft pink.
How your hair so soft and silky, each strand so perfectly placed feels.
How you’re so green eyes stare at the world with amazement.
The way your fingers curl around my finger and hold on.
Your small feet fit so easily into the palm of my hand.
The scent of baby powder on my clothes when I put you down.
Oh, how it will feel to pour my love over your soul.
To feel you climb into my soul and curl up inside, warm and protected.
You're smiles as you recognise the sound of my voice, or see me close.
I will shed a tear when you start to cry.
You would not have a want in the world for you would be my world.
I will love you till the last breath escapes my body.
Sweetly I wish you slumber till you come to me, to share your life with me.
Lovingly now and for eternity your father.
“Salutations”
Someone’s extended hand in salutation, waiting for your hand in return.
Looking deeply at you, uninhibited by your faults.
Truly wondrous in every way, awaiting your smile in return.
Trusting in the good of you, intoxicatingly beautiful to you.
One soul seeking another’s company.
Never forgetting that first hello.
Singled out amongst the others, hailed using your name.
The salutation is given with an honest smile.
Never giving away all, just enough to tweak the curiosity.
Such few words, meaning so much “Hello, pleased to meet you”.
Looking deeply at you, uninhibited by your faults.
Truly wondrous in every way, awaiting your smile in return.
Trusting in the good of you, intoxicatingly beautiful to you.
One soul seeking another’s company.
Never forgetting that first hello.
Singled out amongst the others, hailed using your name.
The salutation is given with an honest smile.
Never giving away all, just enough to tweak the curiosity.
Such few words, meaning so much “Hello, pleased to meet you”.
“A Secret”
Never to be spoken of once heard.
Shared once and once only.
Deeply hidden from the world.
Stored in the deep recess of a mind.
Simple pieces of information not shared.
Destroyer of myths and rumours.
Open to the soul of the keeper.
The holder of the keeper’s true feelings.
Whispering to another’s soul wishing to be shared.
Kept for an eternity for some, a lifetime for others.
Never to be spoken in anger, as you are warped in the translation.
Once shared no longer a secret.
Do you long for the freedom to be heard?
Would you then be a secret?
Shared once and once only.
Deeply hidden from the world.
Stored in the deep recess of a mind.
Simple pieces of information not shared.
Destroyer of myths and rumours.
Open to the soul of the keeper.
The holder of the keeper’s true feelings.
Whispering to another’s soul wishing to be shared.
Kept for an eternity for some, a lifetime for others.
Never to be spoken in anger, as you are warped in the translation.
Once shared no longer a secret.
Do you long for the freedom to be heard?
Would you then be a secret?
“Silence”
What is that deafening noise?
Is it the sound of a subsonic plane flying by?
Is it the roar of a wild animal?
Is it the wind blowing through some trees?
Is it the crashing of waves against a rock face?
Is it the pounding of thousands of feet on a march?
Is it the shrill of a whistle in a child’s mouth?
Is it music played beyond the strength of the speakers it is played out of?
What is the worst sound to your ears?
What is the one sound none should live with?
What is so fearful of this one sound to you?
How long are you able to live with this sound?
The sound of silence leaves nothing.
The sound of silence causes fears for it is empty.
The sound of silence is the most deafening of all sounds.
The sound of silence is consuming.
The void is never silence for it has its own sound.
All life has sound even if it has a faint crackle of energy.
So is silence than ever there or are we just not listening to the sounds of life?
Is it the sound of a subsonic plane flying by?
Is it the roar of a wild animal?
Is it the wind blowing through some trees?
Is it the crashing of waves against a rock face?
Is it the pounding of thousands of feet on a march?
Is it the shrill of a whistle in a child’s mouth?
Is it music played beyond the strength of the speakers it is played out of?
What is the worst sound to your ears?
What is the one sound none should live with?
What is so fearful of this one sound to you?
How long are you able to live with this sound?
The sound of silence leaves nothing.
The sound of silence causes fears for it is empty.
The sound of silence is the most deafening of all sounds.
The sound of silence is consuming.
The void is never silence for it has its own sound.
All life has sound even if it has a faint crackle of energy.
So is silence than ever there or are we just not listening to the sounds of life?
“Freedom”
To give our love freely.
To take only what we need or all that is offered.
To freely express our feelings.
To seek knowledge and understanding.
To fight for the safety of others.
To want the best for yourself and others.
To stand tall and be proud.
To joyfully spread our laughter.
To spend time doing.
To create what is needed.
To live life as we choose.
Is a cost for the freedom we enjoy real?
Is a freedom restricted to other freedoms?
Surely freedom isn’t just a right, but a responsibility too?
Once we have used a freedom does it change to something else?
Does choice of one open the door of freedom?
Verily say that choice is a responsible use of a freedom.
True choice of a freedom leads to understanding and knowledge.
To take only what we need or all that is offered.
To freely express our feelings.
To seek knowledge and understanding.
To fight for the safety of others.
To want the best for yourself and others.
To stand tall and be proud.
To joyfully spread our laughter.
To spend time doing.
To create what is needed.
To live life as we choose.
Is a cost for the freedom we enjoy real?
Is a freedom restricted to other freedoms?
Surely freedom isn’t just a right, but a responsibility too?
Once we have used a freedom does it change to something else?
Does choice of one open the door of freedom?
Verily say that choice is a responsible use of a freedom.
True choice of a freedom leads to understanding and knowledge.
“Splashes of Colour”
Closed eyes play back what was last seen.
With flashes of coloured light, the images are played across the screen that is the mind.
On an impulse, the mind calls forth the image that a thought sparked.
The images change slowly, the recalled image appears as a misty outline.
Slowly colours start to fill the landscape of the image, outlines darken and grow bold.
Seeping inwards the endless grey turned into vibrating splashes of colour.
The image filling as the memory floods into the showing room of the mind.
Splashes of colours mixing, blending, and completing the images landscape.
The image becomes defined, clearer, intoxicating.
The body warms at the memory of the image.
The pulse quickens at the emotions that the image share.
A tear of remembrance rolls down the cheek.
A soft smile spreads from the corners of the lips.
Is this how the image of something special effects all?
Thankfully an image filled with splashes of colour never fades as long as it is remembered.
With flashes of coloured light, the images are played across the screen that is the mind.
On an impulse, the mind calls forth the image that a thought sparked.
The images change slowly, the recalled image appears as a misty outline.
Slowly colours start to fill the landscape of the image, outlines darken and grow bold.
Seeping inwards the endless grey turned into vibrating splashes of colour.
The image filling as the memory floods into the showing room of the mind.
Splashes of colours mixing, blending, and completing the images landscape.
The image becomes defined, clearer, intoxicating.
The body warms at the memory of the image.
The pulse quickens at the emotions that the image share.
A tear of remembrance rolls down the cheek.
A soft smile spreads from the corners of the lips.
Is this how the image of something special effects all?
Thankfully an image filled with splashes of colour never fades as long as it is remembered.
“Angelic Grace”
The soft breeze through the tree tops.
The ripples of water over the soft sand.
The swift movement of feet over the lands.
The movement of muscles as a body turns.
Then the soft flutter of wings as flight is gained.
The sun softly caressing the crown of hair.
The speckles of moon’s stardust falling from the ankles.
The twinkle of an eye full of love of everything
The soft curving of lips into a smile filled with merriment.
Those kind words were spoken in a moment of happiness.
Oh so full of love, oh so angelic, oh so graceful.
Oh how humanely you are, yet so angelic in grace.
The ripples of water over the soft sand.
The swift movement of feet over the lands.
The movement of muscles as a body turns.
Then the soft flutter of wings as flight is gained.
The sun softly caressing the crown of hair.
The speckles of moon’s stardust falling from the ankles.
The twinkle of an eye full of love of everything
The soft curving of lips into a smile filled with merriment.
Those kind words were spoken in a moment of happiness.
Oh so full of love, oh so angelic, oh so graceful.
Oh how humanely you are, yet so angelic in grace.
“Oh Wonderful Flame”
Softly you move through the air.
The flicking of you as you dance to some unknown music.
The clear heat you leave behind.
Is the soft blue light the centre of your world?
As your centre moves from upward the colour changing.
The deep redness slowly changes to light yellow.
The soft scent of what you feed from fills the air.
Slowly you grow less as the fuel from which you get life is used.
Do you die or just move to another dance on another fuel source.
You share your light with the dark.
A sense of warmth and hope when there is none.
Oh wonderful flame, depart not this world for too long.
The flicking of you as you dance to some unknown music.
The clear heat you leave behind.
Is the soft blue light the centre of your world?
As your centre moves from upward the colour changing.
The deep redness slowly changes to light yellow.
The soft scent of what you feed from fills the air.
Slowly you grow less as the fuel from which you get life is used.
Do you die or just move to another dance on another fuel source.
You share your light with the dark.
A sense of warmth and hope when there is none.
Oh wonderful flame, depart not this world for too long.
“Self”
Does the soul make self?
Does the thin thread of the nervous system make self?
Does the minute cell make self?
Does the blood flow make self?
Does the smallest bone make self?
Does the flesh make self?
Does the small intake of breath make self?
Does self-need to have thought to be complete?
Does self-need to be aware?
Is self a sum of all and more?
Does the thin thread of the nervous system make self?
Does the minute cell make self?
Does the blood flow make self?
Does the smallest bone make self?
Does the flesh make self?
Does the small intake of breath make self?
Does self-need to have thought to be complete?
Does self-need to be aware?
Is self a sum of all and more?
“Parenthood”
Who among us does not feel the pull of the child within us?
Who among us that has a cold heart doesn’t feel it melt at the laughter of a child?
Who among us would lay asleep while a child cried itself to sleep?
Who among us would not give up their life to save the life of a child?
To the child, I will never know I wish you, someone, to know you.
To the child, I will never hold I wish you, someone, to hold on to you.
To the child I will never love I wish you someone who loves you.
To the child, I will never teach I wish you, someone, to be taught by and be taught by you.
To the child, I will never heal I hope you have someone to heal your ever wound.
To the child whose soul I will never touch may our souls touch in another time and space.
Is this just some of what it is to enter parenthood?
Are we not all parents in some form?
Does parenthood start with your own child’s first breath or the first time you look after a child?
To the children whom I know and will know, thank you for the pleasure of knowing you.
To the children whom I have and will hold, thank you for the pleasure of touch.
To the children whom I have and will love, thank you for the pleasure of been loved.
To the children whom I have and will teach, thank you for sharing your knowledge and reminding me that I have lots to still learn.
To the children whom I have and will heal, thank you for allowing me the priceless gift of healing.
To the souls I have met and shared, thank you for sharing your inner space with me.
To all the children, young and older, I have met thank you.
To all the children, young and older, I haven’t met I await our meeting with open arms.
To all thank you for my parenthood.
Who among us that has a cold heart doesn’t feel it melt at the laughter of a child?
Who among us would lay asleep while a child cried itself to sleep?
Who among us would not give up their life to save the life of a child?
To the child, I will never know I wish you, someone, to know you.
To the child, I will never hold I wish you, someone, to hold on to you.
To the child I will never love I wish you someone who loves you.
To the child, I will never teach I wish you, someone, to be taught by and be taught by you.
To the child, I will never heal I hope you have someone to heal your ever wound.
To the child whose soul I will never touch may our souls touch in another time and space.
Is this just some of what it is to enter parenthood?
Are we not all parents in some form?
Does parenthood start with your own child’s first breath or the first time you look after a child?
To the children whom I know and will know, thank you for the pleasure of knowing you.
To the children whom I have and will hold, thank you for the pleasure of touch.
To the children whom I have and will love, thank you for the pleasure of been loved.
To the children whom I have and will teach, thank you for sharing your knowledge and reminding me that I have lots to still learn.
To the children whom I have and will heal, thank you for allowing me the priceless gift of healing.
To the souls I have met and shared, thank you for sharing your inner space with me.
To all the children, young and older, I have met thank you.
To all the children, young and older, I haven’t met I await our meeting with open arms.
To all thank you for my parenthood.
“A Softly Spoken Word”
What is the power of a softly spoken word?
Speak softly the word you wish to say.
Is it given more thought than a shouted word?
Speak softly the word that you wish me to hear.
Does it bring forth control or the lack thereof?
Speak and let the ear decided.
Is it too soft to be even heard?
Speak it softly but clearly.
Do special words mean more when said softly?
Speak softly the word meant only for me.
When is a single word spoken softly is it enough?
Speak softly in my ear for you have the word I wish to hear.
A softly spoken word may be the start of many words such words.
Do you have many softly spoken words to share?
Speak softly the word you wish to say.
Is it given more thought than a shouted word?
Speak softly the word that you wish me to hear.
Does it bring forth control or the lack thereof?
Speak and let the ear decided.
Is it too soft to be even heard?
Speak it softly but clearly.
Do special words mean more when said softly?
Speak softly the word meant only for me.
When is a single word spoken softly is it enough?
Speak softly in my ear for you have the word I wish to hear.
A softly spoken word may be the start of many words such words.
Do you have many softly spoken words to share?
“Reflections”
As we kneel and look into the pond of life.
What reflections do we see?
What memories does that scar on the right of your face share?
What memories do the laughter lines bring out?
What thoughts are brought to the fore?
Are we happy with the face we see?
Is the face clear as day?
Is it perhaps clouded in shadows of regret?
I hope when my time comes to look into the pond of life.
The reflections are of me.
The memories of the scars are good.
The lines are of laughter and not sadness.
The thoughts are the pleasures, joy and happiness I shared.
That the face is clear as day.
That the shadows are from a good life lived and not from regrets.
This is my wish for you and me.
That our reflections are the sum of what we achieved, with no regrets, with a life lived.
What reflections do we see?
What memories does that scar on the right of your face share?
What memories do the laughter lines bring out?
What thoughts are brought to the fore?
Are we happy with the face we see?
Is the face clear as day?
Is it perhaps clouded in shadows of regret?
I hope when my time comes to look into the pond of life.
The reflections are of me.
The memories of the scars are good.
The lines are of laughter and not sadness.
The thoughts are the pleasures, joy and happiness I shared.
That the face is clear as day.
That the shadows are from a good life lived and not from regrets.
This is my wish for you and me.
That our reflections are the sum of what we achieved, with no regrets, with a life lived.
"Expressions"
Who am I to give without wanting a return?
Who is right all the time?
Who has the right to it all?
Who is rightfully ours to hold, cherish and love?
Who can say love is not theirs to have, to hold and cherish?
Who has the right to take what isn't theirs?
Who has the right to say “I love”?
Do I give up the right to give and not take back?
Do I give up the right to it all?
Do I give up what is rightfully mine to hold, cherish and love?
Do I give away the love that is mine to have, to hold and cherish?
Do I give the right to those to take what isn’t theirs?
Do the words "I love" mean anything to anyone but me?
Who is right all the time?
Who has the right to it all?
Who is rightfully ours to hold, cherish and love?
Who can say love is not theirs to have, to hold and cherish?
Who has the right to take what isn't theirs?
Who has the right to say “I love”?
Do I give up the right to give and not take back?
Do I give up the right to it all?
Do I give up what is rightfully mine to hold, cherish and love?
Do I give away the love that is mine to have, to hold and cherish?
Do I give the right to those to take what isn’t theirs?
Do the words "I love" mean anything to anyone but me?
“Birth”
From immortality, I choose a path of mortals.
I descend from the heavens to fill this fragile body.
I choose this planet earth to follow this path.
I wait patiently as this fragile body grows within in another fragile body.
Seconds to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, days to months.
My patience wears thin I wish to follow this path now.
I cause pain to the fragile body that has carried, sustained, cared for and protected me.
I am pushed forth, expelled from the safety of that fragile body.
I open my eyes to direct light, no more filtered light for my eyes.
I open my mouth and let out a wail of triumph, I am born.
I have started the path I have chosen.
I experience the art of speech, musically gurgled, softly spoken, harshly used, the fondest is love and caring.
I experience the pain of a physical cut and the emotional gash of a loss.
I experience the loss of a tear and the gain of a smile.
I experience joy and sadness, love, and hate.
I blink and the path lies behind me.
Seconds to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, days to months, months to years.
I lay this fragile body to rest, thanking it for what it did.
I thank the earth for allowing me time on it.
Have I fulfilled my path, have I done what I set out to do?
I return to the path of immortality, will I choose another path?
I descend from the heavens to fill this fragile body.
I choose this planet earth to follow this path.
I wait patiently as this fragile body grows within in another fragile body.
Seconds to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, days to months.
My patience wears thin I wish to follow this path now.
I cause pain to the fragile body that has carried, sustained, cared for and protected me.
I am pushed forth, expelled from the safety of that fragile body.
I open my eyes to direct light, no more filtered light for my eyes.
I open my mouth and let out a wail of triumph, I am born.
I have started the path I have chosen.
I experience the art of speech, musically gurgled, softly spoken, harshly used, the fondest is love and caring.
I experience the pain of a physical cut and the emotional gash of a loss.
I experience the loss of a tear and the gain of a smile.
I experience joy and sadness, love, and hate.
I blink and the path lies behind me.
Seconds to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, days to months, months to years.
I lay this fragile body to rest, thanking it for what it did.
I thank the earth for allowing me time on it.
Have I fulfilled my path, have I done what I set out to do?
I return to the path of immortality, will I choose another path?
“Imagination”
Share a thought.
Share an image.
I will take both and create a world.
A world shared from your thought and image.
Set forth in wonder.
Bursting with every colour.
For prince and princess, paupers, queens and kings.
Where love, life and joy abounds.
Where a moment is shared and never lost.
Where a moment is a lifetime and a lifetime is a moment.
In which the laughter of a child sends shivers through the world.
Where a smile starts a moment, and ends it too.
A kisses touch lingers long after it has ended.
This is my imagination of your thought and image.
Share an image.
I will take both and create a world.
A world shared from your thought and image.
Set forth in wonder.
Bursting with every colour.
For prince and princess, paupers, queens and kings.
Where love, life and joy abounds.
Where a moment is shared and never lost.
Where a moment is a lifetime and a lifetime is a moment.
In which the laughter of a child sends shivers through the world.
Where a smile starts a moment, and ends it too.
A kisses touch lingers long after it has ended.
This is my imagination of your thought and image.
"Longing"
For what do we long?
Why do we spend energy for such little?
Is the loss of something reduced to so little?
Do we long for that what was lost or the emotion?
For longing of the emotion is but one part of the loss.
For longing of what was lost is also but a part of the loss.
Would it not be better to rejoice in the remembrance of what was or is?
Is then longing not a remembrance of what is and was?
Why do we spend energy for such little?
Is the loss of something reduced to so little?
Do we long for that what was lost or the emotion?
For longing of the emotion is but one part of the loss.
For longing of what was lost is also but a part of the loss.
Would it not be better to rejoice in the remembrance of what was or is?
Is then longing not a remembrance of what is and was?
“Blessings”
May the moon bless the soft foot falls you make.
Let the sun kiss the tips of your toes as you travel.
May the sweet smell of home cooking carry with you.
Let the soft touch of rain on your nose make you remember.
May the warmth of a fire comfort your soul.
Let the soft singing sounds of the birds remind you of the songs you enjoy.
May the rainbow of promise give you hope.
Let the clouds of despair leave you.
May the sound of children’s laughter bring joy to your heart.
Let the cool breeze clear the mist before you.
May you know love, joy and sadness for all these build your soul.
Let the sadness of a loss never overshadow the joy of the experience.
May you live forever in the spirit of life.
Let the smallest blessing show that miracles are cherished.
Let the sun kiss the tips of your toes as you travel.
May the sweet smell of home cooking carry with you.
Let the soft touch of rain on your nose make you remember.
May the warmth of a fire comfort your soul.
Let the soft singing sounds of the birds remind you of the songs you enjoy.
May the rainbow of promise give you hope.
Let the clouds of despair leave you.
May the sound of children’s laughter bring joy to your heart.
Let the cool breeze clear the mist before you.
May you know love, joy and sadness for all these build your soul.
Let the sadness of a loss never overshadow the joy of the experience.
May you live forever in the spirit of life.
Let the smallest blessing show that miracles are cherished.
“Numbness”
As in the beginning so it will be in the end.
A thought once shared is no longer a thought.
A feeling once shared is an expression of that feeling.
A finger held out is a finger to be touched.
A kiss returned is never wasted.
A hug given and received is shared space.
A love experienced is never worse for the numbness that follows.
A numbness that follows love is only the shell of the love that is no more.All the numbness is cured by one small sentence, “I love you.”
A thought once shared is no longer a thought.
A feeling once shared is an expression of that feeling.
A finger held out is a finger to be touched.
A kiss returned is never wasted.
A hug given and received is shared space.
A love experienced is never worse for the numbness that follows.
A numbness that follows love is only the shell of the love that is no more.All the numbness is cured by one small sentence, “I love you.”
“Emotions”
Everything we feel, is it just instinct?
Mentally strained for the duration.
Ordinary feelings mixed with raw natural instinct.
Timed responses to keep our minds clear.
Inaction at the fear of the unknown.
Overly protective of that which we keep sacred and hidden.
Needs met or are they?
Senses of smell, taste, hearing, touching, belonging, needing, loved and needed.
Is this what our emotions are or are they more?
Driven to seek one emotion by another is this how we live?
Are our emotions that what we seek or do we seek that which is driven by our emotions?
Emotions shared, emotions hidden, emotions living.
Mentally strained for the duration.
Ordinary feelings mixed with raw natural instinct.
Timed responses to keep our minds clear.
Inaction at the fear of the unknown.
Overly protective of that which we keep sacred and hidden.
Needs met or are they?
Senses of smell, taste, hearing, touching, belonging, needing, loved and needed.
Is this what our emotions are or are they more?
Driven to seek one emotion by another is this how we live?
Are our emotions that what we seek or do we seek that which is driven by our emotions?
Emotions shared, emotions hidden, emotions living.
“As I sit”
As I sit here and ponder the life of us all.
I wonder why some choices are made.
I wonder if we would make the same choices give the chance to.
As I sit here and ponder the life of just one.
Would I make the choice?
Would I, given the choice choose that choice again?
As I sit here and ponder the life of many.
Would they make our choice?
Would they, given the choice change the one they choose?
As I sit here and ponder the life of another.
Would you make the choice?
Would you, given the choice change that one choice?
As I sit here and ponder life.
The choice is made.
I wonder why some choices are made.
I wonder if we would make the same choices give the chance to.
As I sit here and ponder the life of just one.
Would I make the choice?
Would I, given the choice choose that choice again?
As I sit here and ponder the life of many.
Would they make our choice?
Would they, given the choice change the one they choose?
As I sit here and ponder the life of another.
Would you make the choice?
Would you, given the choice change that one choice?
As I sit here and ponder life.
The choice is made.
“Time”
Time to live.
Time to think.
Time with no regret.
Time to sit and wonder.
Time to share innocence.
Time for that first sunray.
Time for that first sunset.
Time for the brush of soft lips to touch and part.
Time for the briefest touches of one's fingertips.
Time for that first sip of warmth on the coldest of days.
Time to stand still for one brief moment of eternity.
Time of eternity for one brief experience.
Time to think.
Time with no regret.
Time to sit and wonder.
Time to share innocence.
Time for that first sunray.
Time for that first sunset.
Time for the brush of soft lips to touch and part.
Time for the briefest touches of one's fingertips.
Time for that first sip of warmth on the coldest of days.
Time to stand still for one brief moment of eternity.
Time of eternity for one brief experience.
“I wish”
I wish I could...
I wish I had...
I wish I made...
I wish I did...
All the wishing in the world won't make it a better place.
I wish I should...
I wish I have...
I wish I maybe...
I wish I tried...
All the wishing for something won't make me a better place.
I don't wish anymore, for it hurts too much.
I don't wish anymore, for all it brings is tears.
I don't wish anymore, for now, I ask.
I ask forgiveness.
I ask for friendship.
I ask for strength.
I ask for understanding.
I ask for unconditional love.
Why do I still wish for your eternal happiness?
Why do I still wish for your safety?
Why do I still wish for your life to be close to mine?
I know why, for without you I am but just a wish.
I wish I had...
I wish I made...
I wish I did...
All the wishing in the world won't make it a better place.
I wish I should...
I wish I have...
I wish I maybe...
I wish I tried...
All the wishing for something won't make me a better place.
I don't wish anymore, for it hurts too much.
I don't wish anymore, for all it brings is tears.
I don't wish anymore, for now, I ask.
I ask forgiveness.
I ask for friendship.
I ask for strength.
I ask for understanding.
I ask for unconditional love.
Why do I still wish for your eternal happiness?
Why do I still wish for your safety?
Why do I still wish for your life to be close to mine?
I know why, for without you I am but just a wish.
“One”
This is to the “one” who woke the silent side of me.
I thank you for showing me I have this side to me.
I stand before you and make myself bare for you to gaze at.
I hold my arms open for you, to protect and hold you.
I shower my love on you, for you are the “one” who completes me.
I stand and hold a soft leather strip for your neck to show you that you do.
I clasp the soft leather strip around your neck to show that my love and trust is yours to keep.
For you are the “one” that makes me complete.
I thank you for showing me I have this side to me.
I stand before you and make myself bare for you to gaze at.
I hold my arms open for you, to protect and hold you.
I shower my love on you, for you are the “one” who completes me.
I stand and hold a soft leather strip for your neck to show you that you do.
I clasp the soft leather strip around your neck to show that my love and trust is yours to keep.
For you are the “one” that makes me complete.
“Mine”
“Mine to……
Look at with her consent.”
Hold in my arms to care for.”
Softly kiss; leaving butterfly kisses across her soft skin.”
Tease with my fingers softly.”
Take to the ends of the earth.”
Treasure as the finest porcelain.”
Show that love does exist.”
Show the erotic pleasures of our lifestyle.”
Love and cherish till the end.”
Look at with her consent.”
Hold in my arms to care for.”
Softly kiss; leaving butterfly kisses across her soft skin.”
Tease with my fingers softly.”
Take to the ends of the earth.”
Treasure as the finest porcelain.”
Show that love does exist.”
Show the erotic pleasures of our lifestyle.”
Love and cherish till the end.”
“The Butterfly”
For one…
Who started out as an egg;
Who grew to a worm.
Who withdrew into a cocoon,
Who lived away from the light.
You have grown and struggled to such beauty.
That beauty that only a butterfly can hold.
I am honoured to have your beauty in my hands.
Who started out as an egg;
Who grew to a worm.
Who withdrew into a cocoon,
Who lived away from the light.
You have grown and struggled to such beauty.
That beauty that only a butterfly can hold.
I am honoured to have your beauty in my hands.
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