Abuse

I speak to the children with my eyes,
I see the clear water,
Through their eyes,
So light and playful,
Unencumbered by worries,
As life unfolds new promises.

My heart reaches to their smiling faces,
The arms of kindness wrap love and concern around their slight frames,
Keeping them warm,
Keeping them whole,
It is such a shame,
That confusion swirls in clouds of illusion,
Around their tiny faces,
As they look up and wonder,
What is this turmoil,
Is this normal,
Thinking about the words that adults say,
The contradictions they must accept,
This is our way.

Busy lives,
Minds occupied,
They are vacant,
For they know not what they do,
I hear acceptance and rejection in sentence construction,
I feel arrows of pain in the souls destruction,
Frustration and overwhelming feelings,
Restrictions and low ceilings,
Preventing a vision which is the grandest version,
Of who they want to be,
Their eyes are lowered it is darkness they see,
Life burns the innocence from their eyes,
Language is the cloak,
It is a disguise,
For the hopelessness,
The demands,
That tie us to responsibility,
We are not free to enjoy humility,
To hold hands and walk in the sun,
To teach wisdom,
And have some fun,
The children are dragged along in a mould,
That bodes not well for the future,
Parents do their best,
But abuse is not a sutre,
It won't cover the wounds,
They are gaping and septic,
Words can be poisonous and deceptive,
Strangling the potential,
The brightness of a vulnerable soul,
Moulded into a preconceived idea,
Of what is their role,
But they have their own journey,
And yes  you can say it is perfect,
Given energy response,
But the mosaic can be changed,
In a positive impulse,
In a moment,
In a decision,
When we take responsibility,
For the shape of the glass,
For the molding of the ceramic,
For the moment of panic,
When fear galvanises our lives,
And transfers to your child,
Curbed and deflected,
Rejected not respected,
Bruised and seduced,
By a culture that is crying,
That is trying,
But cannot lift its head above water,
You will go under if you don't see,
That there is a crisis,

Within you and me.

Can we all win ...

We have the latest technology,
So advanced so smart,
We have motorised vehicles,
No horse and cart,
We got biotechnology,
We manipulate genes,
We know what we're doing,
Don't need no bloody Greens.

We are in control,
So many educated on the planet,
We defined our goals,
In mission statements remnants of military strategy,
We know it all.

But two thirds of humanity,
Are rotting in shanty towns,
Begging for scraps,
Such miserable clowns,
Just extract those resources,
Engineer a PR campaign,
It is horses for courses,
You are not to blame.
We are all one in this world,
Each from parents to child,
We all have the same needs,
You and I,
No-one needs to bleed,
Stained tear drops from the sky,
Brothers and sisters,
Each one holds your fate,
You define who you are,
In response to the empty plate,
So be generous and fill it to the brim,
Embrace your new friends,

So we can all win!




An Angel

The darkness is an unusual place,
It is just the absence of light,
It enables us to appreciate,
What is delivered by fate,
In those moments of pain,
We ask we question we look we wonder,
We are alone,
Our hearts break,
Carving of the great stone.

In the moment of my anguish,
I tested the universe,
I want to see if what I love so much
Is genuine for me,
I asked omni to send an angel,
I forgot as the light turned to darkness,
I got lost in the movie of time,
Then you came,
I didn't realise at the time,
But my heart was gladdened,
These are the moments of greatness,
Not a long march,
Not a final battle,
Not a triumphant win,
It is the moments when you have a friend,
That you know that life is good,
That you know that you are good,
That you know what love is,
Its light walks into your life,
And in your heart you hope it never leaves,
Because how precious a treasure is this friendship,
Like a rare jewel,
I have met many a rough stone,
And it is so nice to see the softness of your sparkle,
And the smoothness of your smile,
Thank you dear friend,
Our friendship will last for more than
Just a while.







Go Forth, Keep Going On

My words are sent forth,
Like an arrow of love,
To the women of Afghanistan and beyond,
They have suffered endlessly,
They have disappeared in the eyes of men,
RAWA made a stand,
Under the beards of the Taliban.

Women are NOT fighting,
Women are NOT killing,
Women are NOT at war,
Women ask WHAT FOR?

When I look into the eyes of a baby,
There is no evil in that face,
Another human life made homeless,
In a war that has no place.

Why can't you see the mother's pain,
Reflected in the eye of your enemies ... slain,
Destroying her future joy,
Destroying his unborn girl or boy,
You have been used, a discarded toy,
With no love, no feeling for your life,
You are the knife, you have abandoned your wife,
To cut down the trees of hope and love,
Riding on the back of anger and hate,
You are alone,
Your trouble has turned your house in to rubble,
Your children are blown,
On the landmine of sacrifice,
Which empties the bags of rice,
There is nothing left but strife.

It is the mother that lives and dies,
Why tear out her heart?
Her family spread on the winds like shrapnel,
She is torn apart.

In the explosion of her soul,
Her torment digs a hole,
Digging the grave to bury her dreams,
Under the dirt of silent screams,
Lost in the blackness of death,
Forced to take another breath,
Tears well up in a drought of dry dust,
There is no more feeling just a crust,
Too sad for healing,
The living dead ... are walking,
The living dead ... nightmares are stalking.

War has betrayed women,
Religion has imprisoned them in a cage,
Men have stolen their dignity,
And intensified their rage,
They are not simple creatures,
They are not less than a dog,
They are not there for his pleasure to be kicked and flogged.

Allah made women perfect,
She is not less than his boot,
She is not a target practice,
For him to shoot,
She is the source and richness of life,
She is the wind that carries the kite,
She is the womb of all worlds,
She is the hope for the future,
She is your greatest teacher.

The cage is open,
She is now free,
She will learn the ways of the world,
Awoken from her sleep she will see,
She IS capable,
She has rights,
She IS  incorruptible,
And in this way she will fight.

She is not in the image of man,
She has a heart of compassion,
The nation now must become her child,
She must nurture the people,
From her mountain of strength,
She must speak up for truth,
She is the roof,
Protection from the rain and cold,
She is wisdom,
She is beautiful and bold.

Go forth.... release the dove,
Go forth ....turn fear into love,
Go forth.....it is time to rebuild,
Go forth ... may education be your shield,
Go forth ....bring food and have a meal,
Go forth ....come out of the shell of hell,
Go forth ....you are blessed you can heal,
Go forth ....make the odds even,
Go forth ....you will experience heaven.

Silent Thread
Inspiration and aspiration,
The silent thread which is leading me out of obscurity,
In the silence my thoughts rise higher,
The source of love seduces my heart,
I find myself at the end,
I find myself at the start,
The circle is my orbit,
The trajectory my intent,
I follow my feeling,
This is where I am sent.

I am travelling on a different route,
The rhythm is new,
It is not linear,
It has no beginning,
It is in the moment,
It is shining,
As the sparkle of insight,
Shimmers before my mind,
An expanded version,
Of the vision I will find.

I am called to peace,
Nonviolence is the door,
The key is love,
It is a master key,
I hold the original in my pocket,
Universal love resides in the socket,
A power so sublime,
I feel it chime,
In moments of truth,
Operates outside fear,
I feel it in my tears,
An inner knowing,
Of sheer joy,
A communication,
A communion,
A reunion,
With my soul.

I go within,
For if I go without,
I go with out,
I go with my highest feeling,
Within the illusion is peeling,
Away,
The healing is made,
In the soul,
That is my role,
To question,
To bend with fate,
To remind you,
Before its too late.

I must reach into my courage,
I must face the darkness,
I must go to the worst places,
And look into the faces,
Compassion is my strategy,
Passion motivates my heart,
I must unite the world,
Before it tears itself apart.

I will not enter reason,
High treason is denial of the spirit,
People don't get it,
They are the cause,
They are responsible,
Apathy is the wall,
Recognition is the call,
In the mirror of the lake,
There are no coincidences or fate,
See yourself in another,
Feel the connection,
Look at the mother as your own,
How can you hate,
How can you fight,
How can you sleep,
Soundly tonight.

The crimes against humanity,
The insanity of anarchistic states,
The monolithic superpower,
Is filled with fear and hate,
Weapons of mass destruction,
A proliferation of fear,
A mass suicide,
Is where the leaders steer.

The leaders actually follow,
They follow the money trail,
Influenced by their friends,
Stockmarkets and stipends,
Feathering the nest,
Pomp and ceremony of who is best,
But greatness is not encased,
In the cone of a warhead,
Depleted uranium spreads across the disaster area,
Distribution without a trace,
Radioactive trace elements is a disgrace,
The inhumanity is palpable,
How can they be capable,
The public can barely believe,
The horror that these people conceive,
For if the truth was known,
It proof was shown,
Such civil unrest,
A revolution at best,
A complete correction,
On a scale that draws my breath,
For if there is no civil action,
There is only destruction and death,
We must rise to this test.
Teaching Peace

Awakened from a dream,
I'm teaching peace to children is the scene,
My reality fades into the dream of life,
Cocooned by distractions,
Thoughts in fractions.

Peace resides in the spaces,
Invisible and yet alive,
In the corners of my mind,
If I seek it I do not find,
Because the seeking pushes it away,
Into the arms of the sublime.

Peaceing together the mystery,
On the trail of truth,
Incompletion,
The house has no roof,
But I see the stars,
And they navigate my way.
The pattern of life,
Vibrates the song of love,
Echoing in the chamber of mirrors,
Reflecting back to you,
Who you are,
in relationship,
Has your ship come in,
Or are you waiting in the empty spaces,
Between the notes of your song,
To hear the chorus of love,
To unravel your meaning,
to release your feeling of isolation.

In the prison of your mind,
The key is passion,
Open up the doors of freedom,
Working from the inside out,
Why whisper when you can shout,
Your uniqueness from a mountain top,
The way of truth, love and joy,
Will make it all stop.

And in the aftermath of intense feeling,
When you have liberated your soul,
The cool wind of acceptance,
Blows the cobwebs from your heart,
You realise you have come back,
To where you start,
And listening to the final drum beat,
There is no defeat,
To breath is miraculous,
To experience is conception,
All life revolves around the fragments of perception,
But the centre remains still,
It is unchanging,
It is ancient,
But it dares not act,
The circle is the fact,
No beginning no end,
No need to pretend,
It is what it is,
And that is so.




True beauty does not know itself

What is true beauty?
As my mind travels the world in search of this jewel,
What does it look like?
What does it feel like?
Does it shimmer and catch your eye,
Does it grow as you grow old,
Can you hear it caressing your soul.

Is beauty the wrapper or the sweetness within,
Is it the painting of perfection,
Is it the sketch of truth,
Is it the adoring love of the parent staring into those innocent eyes,
Is it the kindness of an old women in disguise.

For me it has no form,
It sings to me in the acts of love,
It shines on me in the eyes of my friend,
It comforts me in the warmth of understanding,
True beauty is without end.

True beauty does not know itself,
Do flowers marvel at their brilliant colours?
Do the mountains know their massive power?
Do the rivers feel their peacefulness murmuring?
Does a sunny day smile at its radiant warmth?
The colours do not know the painting,
For that is in the heart of the great artist,
There is only contrasting lights in this spectrum,
No colour is better or worse than any other,
Each a defining voice,
In the orchestra of perfection,
The cast is invited,
By the grace of natural selection.

In truth my friend
...there is only beauty,
Universal beauty you cannot see,
When you close your eyes you can feel it,
It is the love that sets you free.





My raft




You do not know me my dear old friend,
Those tired loving eyes,
Do not realise the many paths I have already tried.

I live my life with an open mind,
I continuously cultivate my strength of mind,
For survival is measured in kind.

I have had many dark nights,
Stained by heart felt pain,
Where my soul has opened up,
Under many a strain,
I have called out, beseeched and cried with despair,
I didn't know at the time that my framework was under repair.

The deep search for truth is cast before the lantern of sadness,
It rewards your moments in times of gladness,
I have rocked around in a sea of humanity,
My inner navigation has told me this is insanity.

In the fresh air of the natural world,
I can gather my thoughts under the tree of life,
As the feeling of harmony sweeps me up into its arms,
My comfort comes to caress me and remind me I am free,
I breath deeply the magnificence that honors me with its joy,
My soul bubbles like effervescence,
From an unlimited well,
My heart does swell.

Have you ever wondered about the magnificence of a butterfly,
Have you ever closely watched the dew drop crystallize,
Have you looked closely at the veins of a leaf,
Have you dived in amongst the reef,
Have you fallen through the air,
Have you flown through the sky without a care,
Can you understand how love leaves a tear in your eye,
The proof of creation abounds,
The cleverness of evolution adapts without a sound,
A genetic history on a trillion pages of code,
A spiritual energy manifests it into form,
From the unmanifest our mother, we are all born.

Have you not wondered of the miracle of life,
Who creates the DNA a helix intertwined at conception,
Have you never wondered why you know the answer in a realisation,
That you preconceive an event catalysed by a moment of perception,
Have you ever felt you have been somewhere before,
Or thought about someone, the phone rings, a feeling in the core,
There are many keys my friend and many doors,
For there is much that is unexplainable,
Any scientist will admit,
We are governed by physical limitations,
Which we refuse to submit,
Our thinking is the conductor,
Our attention simply obeys,
Our beliefs dig trenches refusing to go to softer ground,
Digging up the dirt our soul is forever bound.

To break out of the harness,
One has to turn the light within,
Not blame others and accuse them of sin,
But know who you are,
And look for the light of love,
Which reaches out and grows,
The flowers in the garden above.

Did you know a positive thought can create what you see,
For at the molecular level the form becomes formless,
Under an electron microscope the energy it swirls,
Looking at a tree have you seen the branches curl,
How can the hard seem so flexible,
How can the hard be molecules spinning around,
Like a miniature universe,
Within you it can be found.

The worlds we see are different,
But it is perception which makes the change,
When one opens to new ideas,
Watch the deck chairs rearrange,
My world becomes one of learning love,
Of conscious living in the now,
It is to natural forces to which I bow,
It may seem ungrounded to those who value security,
But it is the shifting sands of a place called eternity,
I will go alone if that is my path,
I am prepared to be wrong,
And I will have the last laugh,
But it won't stop my seeking,
Or my falling in love,
With the magical creation,
That has become my rescuer,
My raft.



A Twist of Fate

What is this thing called marriage,
An opportunity to exchange the rings,
Looking at your reflection,
Such joy does love bring.

Casting my mind back to 1995
Anthony and I were set to paint the town red,
But as it happened, there was a twist of fate,
He met Carolyn instead.

There was no knight in shining armour,
Just Anthony and his mate,
He was picked-up by this gorgeous blonde,
She'd have to be a blind date.

The very next day she came home to meet mum,
Politely had a cup a tea and a bun,
But when she asked for the refidex,
Everyone looked dumb,
I explained she wasn't sneezing she was just asking for a map,
In Queensland you get directions, in Canberra a slap on the back.

Over time I've seen your cheeky glances,
A giggle and a shriek,
There is Carolyn running,
An ambush is what she seeks,
The water guns are pumping,
Like a gymnast Anthony lurches for the hose,
Attack turns to retreat,
She's hosed down from head to toe,
I laugh to myself,
As I watch the children play,
Reloading my water pistol philosophically,
100,000 squirts left,
Until I go grey.

So here we all are at the country comfort in,
Celebrating their marriage,
A union of opportunity,
Of what they may become,
And to never lose the sense,
Of always having fun.






Cast Away Luck

I open my eyes,
New things added to my collection,
My desires are paraded in objects,
I have drawn to me the reflections of my inner self,
Books piled up,
They are unmoved,
By my intentions,
The hunger for knowledge,
Unable to travel the world,
I bring it home and worship the
pages,
I seek for something that answers my many questions,
But the reading,
Wakes me in my dream,
My urgency seems so real,
As the dust gathers,
And the files rattle,
The knowledge I seek lies,
In the warm of your eyes,
My environment is distraction,
In disguise.

The place I return to day after day,
Familiarity blends into the background colours,
I walk past, I go in,
It is all unseen,
Only the difference rolls back the screen,
I have become accustomed,
I have blended in
To my surroundings,
They are my garments,
I wear them every day,
It is my security,
That things stay the same.

Torn away suddenly,
My security is under threat,
The umbilical chord,
My mother,
Is ripped from my chest,
My world is partition,
I run with the rest.

People start to fight,
They start to scream,
They start to weep,
Swept away in the stream,
Of division,
Superstition,
Uncontrollable and wild,
Nature's curse,
And we smile at our youth,
We are but children,
Seeking to be safe,
We haven't climbed upon the bank,
We always need the proof.

We cannot flow with the tide,
Floating with the waves,
Up and down,
We glide helplessly,
But we never drown,
When we accept,
And remove the chains,
We see the world as our family,
Where we are free,
We truly see,
The eyes of others are truly me.

We cling to reason,
We cling to right,
We keep on clinging,
To make us right.

But there is no right or wrong,
In the journey of our dream,
We are the characters,
We choose the screen,
In the movie of our story,
In the story on the move,
We make up the plot,
The ending is the shock,
That we were the designers,
The architects of the life we construct,
We can start a new anytime,
Cast away luck.




The Central Wheel

Holding within the pattern of peace,
Circling within the journey of your life,
Blowing with the breeze,
The leaves float on the winds of change,
They resist not evil,
They move with the energy of love,
For peace is carried to the nest of the dove.

Home is the heart of civilisation,
It is the central wheel,
To our existence,
The walls surround us,
Keeping us safe,
But what is there to fear,
But the wind and the rain,
There is no escape from the chill and the pain,
It is part of the process,
Of realigning with our true self,
Peace is the beacon,
The prize that seems to be lost,
It is priceless,
It is what we are seeking the most.

So what is this elusive character,
This plot hiding with the pages of our script,
How does it feel to be peace?
Is peace love?
The absence of fear?
Is peace the laughter?
That rolls us on the floor,
Is peace the beauty?
Which leaves us in awe.

It is the gentleness of a smile,
It is the innocence of a baby,
It is the friend that stays a while,
It is the love of my parents,
The surprise in the post,
It is the joy of the moment,
It is the one I loved most.

I look at all the faces,
Such a beauty I see,
I know they are full of potential,
Ripe already they be,
They think they have to learn,
But remember who we are,
The answers lie within,
It is not in lands afar.

So what is the secret,
The secret is to let go,
To accept what is so in another,
To change within
  you will discover,
That is the power you have,
It is the power to love,
Indiscriminately,
To unlearn the weeds of misunderstanding,
To observe the words that you say,
To offer your help without expecting pay,
Do it for nothing,
Cause there is nothing to do,
But be love,
Don't get your own way,
But be what re-presents you,
Put your truth forward,
Wrapped in words of gentleness,
Great patience you must use,
To ensure you hurt no-one,
For love does not abuse.

So go forth,
And give yourself with love,
In hope you will see the sunshine,
The small moments of jewels,
That sparkle in your eyes,
Will dispel a million lies,
Wrap your coat of love,
Around the cold shoulders of strangers,
No jury or judge,
When it comes to truth and love,
Don't ever budge,
And never hold a grudge,
Set it free,
Let it be,
Look for the light in the doorway,
See the silhouette of truth,
That is quietly watching,
Unmoved but not aloof.



Chain Reaction

The emotions are expressions of erupting forces,
shooting from the hidden agenda of the soul,
The energy holds the hand of perception,
guiding the innocence of the child to the playground of life,
This crafts many shadows dancing upon the eternal ground of Self,
but not penetrating the enriched soil of mother earth.

Feelings, emotions, insight, and intuition ripple through the psyche,
disrupting the engineered rationale of order,
The comforting rhythm of routine,
seeks to beat the drum of pace and action,
In the pre-fabricated eco system of cogs,
electronic circuitry,
dried satisfaction,
Do you hear the clanging of metal,
the weight of the press,
tapping out another synthetic mould,
defining our state of distress.

The interface of technology, numbs the sensation,
Irons out the highs and lows,
bouncing off the walls of elation,
The sweet softness of material clothing,
The stagnant pleasures,
stoically viewing the womb of nature,
From the distant vantage,
through the stained glass of a mobile tomb.

I watch the crowds disembark at Victoria Station,
The food chain walks in the same direction,
Superstructures, pillions and shiny floors,
Lay before you the runway with bright lights and slamming doors,
Mesmerized, no movement in your eyes,
you are now transfixed with the pack,
I stand to the side,
I observe the fading food steps of a billion tracks,
With each vibration, I watch in horror,
the advancing chaos without honour,
strained backs,
A synapse network,
 of ever expanding neural cracks.

The innocent children playing a harmless game of football,
They are only playing a game,
This is not a battle field,
They're all the same,
There is no opposition,
No need for goals,
They aren't been streamlined into their future roles,
Manoeuvring into position,
It is the intent underlying action,
Which pre-sets the program,
In another chain reaction.








The Light of Humour's Sun

The love of many lifetimes has been bestowed on me,
I've been shown the way,
I am working with the source,
Today.

Suddenly,
I'm free,
The veil has lifted,
I see who I am,
But what I see reflected,
In my life's mirror,
Is an image I would never have believed,
The clown, I'd never have conceived.

A privilege,
I know what is my stage,
A light worker,
Needs no pay,
I am love personified,
I cried many times,
The symbol of experiences,
Seemed jumbled but I see
The words,
The chariots of my meaning,
Travel freelance in each moment,
Waiting to be,
Life's key.

I juggle,
I giggle,
I wiggle,
I move through the crowd,
As if my family,
As if my friends,
I feel no fear,
My self blends,
Into the oneness of life,
Life is the one,
It comes to me in each moment,
Fading the lines of division,
Through the light of humour's sun.

I play with all,
I play with no-one,
I am not aware,
Yet I am aware of everyone,
I don't plan,
Nor do I understand the plight of others,
But my heart extends,
It reaches out to touch your hand,
It doesn't care where you have been,
For your ship has reached land.

Out of the bubbles,
My cushion of whoopee,
I stoop to see your eyes,
Are not lower than me,
For we are on the same level,
There is no better or worse,
Did you know you are a hero,
You are great,
Your ego disappears to zero,
You are fate,
You are no mistake,
For every moment is perfect,
In the sculpture of the soul,
You are a masterpiece,
Your potential is untold,
Your story remains silent,
As if mute,
Your beauty is shrouded,
Unseen on the wings of tunes of a flute,
Your potential hides awaiting liberation,
It is jailed behind beliefs and lies,
It is held tightly by family ties,
But I am the clown,
I am here to make you smile,
To forget your imprisonment,
To open the cage,
To feel your humanity,
To slip out of the insanity,
Feel the love holding you close,
Feel the love as it rekindles your joy,
Feel the love as it plays with the toys of your imagination,
To show you what can be,
To express the love in your eyes,
To pass it on,
To pay it forward,
To remind you of omni's gifts,
The pre-sent presents are laid at your feet,
I am the morning dew,
The sunshine that meets,
At the windows of your home,
That knocks on your door,
I have arrived at your shore,
To show you the ocean of your dreams,
Is not illusion,
But written between the lines of life's book,
The angels have sung in a chorus of love,
To reveal the sunset of your stars,
That glimmer,
That shimmer,
That twinkle,
In the eye of the universe,
Like pearls hidden in the shell of life,
It is opening to reveal what is inside,
The clown is here to lead you to reason,
For now is the season,
Of your summer of love,
The dove returns to the tree,
Of life,
The kite lands in your hands,
For it has returned to the master,
For you create the life you seek,
You can peek at the treasure of your heart,
For it is more beautiful then the most precious metals,
It is the petal of the rose in your heart,
Which beats within the rhythm of nature,
And floats on the river into the estuary,
Out of the fury and into the light,
The butterfly has emerged,
Through the trickster, the fool and the clown,
They are in town,
For one performance only,
So make sure you are present,
The messengers are amongst the flock,
Now is the time to take stock,
We are going to move the rock and unlock limitation,
In anticipation of the truth.



Crucifixion

Crucifixion
The human addiction,
Massacred, uprooted and retired in waste,
Cast aside in favour of the newest taste.

The steel edifice,
Constructed out of place,
The crossroad of industrialisation
Welded the superior race,
The redistribution of energy,
Remodelled the evolutionary face.

Raw materials,
The inputs to production,
Infinite resources,
Lay foundation to construction,
Where growth is extraction,
Consumption is distraction,
Keeping busy are you occupied,
Don't be lazy,
Don't be tired,
Now your retrenched,
But your really fired.

Searching for the key,
You pray on bended knee,
Look for the hole,
Look for the gap,
Have the courage to change
The global map,
Listen to the truth,
Find your inner power,
The soft is the strong,
The strong is so weak,
Balance is the solution,
That we must teach.






Divided

India,
The jewel of South Asia,
Sparkling and alluring,
Sweet lullabies sing from the tablar and sitar,
A magical kingdom beacons from afar,
Calling me to visit mother Gungar,
So soon ...
before the monsoon.

I have listened as you sketched,
The social, political, cultural aspects,
Of this myriad of systems,
transformed, resurrected, seeking identity,
The merging of great cultures,
The influencing of minds,
The solving of problems,
Over time.

The traumatic rebirth of the Indian dreaming,
Injustice screaming,
The light of awareness of an ancient song,
The poetic, the mythical, the lines of tradition,
The suspicion of the imperialists,
Living in a world of surrealists,
Foisting the big modern,
With the certainty of a wounded bull,
Ploughing ahead,
Fixing the problem without a thread,
Shifting aside another wisdom,
Discarding as inferior the fools,
Pasting industrialisation in its place,
Economic growth becomes the ugly face,
Foreign fruits give a different taste.

Subsistence yields to insistence of growth,
Large holdings fatten as the farmers bloat,
The green revolution is the solution,
a genetic mutation, a generic invitation,
Sculpting nature to our need,
Yet natural evolution is the seed,
As knowledge informs,
the environment is deformed,
Plundered with a gusto,
On the macho strength of technology,
Railway sleepers never did awaken,
The anthology of transportation,
The culture is shaken into temptation,
out of its slumber another rubber plantation,
as the entrepreneurs start to stampede,
fertilised by their greed,
the peasants are bonded labour,
Their freedoms trampled as under,
In the dust of progress,
They are left behind,
With less.

The crest of capitalism,
Waves goodbye,
Smiles enshrined in lies,
The people barely alive,
Under the weight of oppression,
They have to wait,
Grinding poverty and ignorance,
A stalemate.

The Indian National Congress,
The figure of Nehru,
The substance of Gandhi,
Nonviolence and ahimsa,
Partition the enigma,
To return power to the source,
To educate with a new course,
To empower and strengthen,
To lengthen life expectancy,
Spinning khadi on life's wheel,
It is a hardy meal,
The symbol of resistance,
Satyagraha is persistence,
Adherence to truth,
Now you build your roof,
But as his light declined,
Fear replaced loves shine,
And the world washed over,
The experiments with truth.

Nonviolence was too slow,
To grow is mighty they know,
Out of the ashes of fighting,
Building on the scaffolding of greater threats,
In the nuclear game,
We place our bets,
But there are new players at the table,
They are weighing the chips,
Power is on their lips,
As they climb over the Koran,
To justify their plan,
Of an Islamic empire,
Grown from the amputation of Bengal's fire,
Spurned from hate,
They rancor,
divide and conquer,
The chinese whisper,
The message is passed along,
To agitated minds who seek domination,
Nonviolence is submission,
Another abomination of insecurity,
Allah Akbar is the mission,
From the womb of poverty,
No more begging bowls,
They demand honour and respect,
On the rock of fear and neglect,
They split the deck,
The atom is not small,
And the game is over for all.

South Asia,
The microcosm of the world,
They are at a juncture,
It is the season,
For the voice of reason,
To rise above the cash crops,
To harvest self determination,
Sow the seeds of self esteem,
Clean up the streams flowing into the mother and give her hope,
To work as one people,
To give to each other the rope,
That the temple is the mosque,
That differences are lost,
As women start to know,
The power they have to show,
To reclaim their rightful place,
To revive the kinder face,
To drink from the chalice,
Empowerment is balance.

All is change and transformation,
It is a new future all must see,
That knowledge and choice is the liberation,
Unity and harmony is freedom,
This is what all seeks,
As the world connects,
They will see they are complete,
Cooperation is the cheek,
That must be turned.





The Stars of My Night

Emergency rush into hospital,
Strangers, lights, noise, movement,
Doctors assessing the situation,
Going through the process...An emulation.

The person now a patient,
Under the lights,
Waves of pain my stomach's so tight,
Many faces milling around,
The air of efficiency,
Another case,
No time for words,
I feel patient & my heart is full of praise.

In the ward,
Reflecting on this new experience,
New surroundings and clean sheets,
Attached to a drip,
The doctor I meet.

He gives me the story,
I'm to go under the knife,
I have no idea what to expect,
I don't fear for my life.
Strange thought...to think that I will be opened,
That I won't be awake,
Another one in the production process,
The surgical wheel of fortune,
Who are these people, surgeons, anethisists who gain entry to my soul,
How experienced are they, are they in control,
Do they know what to do are they well trained,
Will they look into my face and see a human life,
Will they see their family, and care for my fate.

My doctor's face floats into mind,
He is my friend,
For this moment in time,
I trust his kind eyes,
I felt the squeeze of his arm,
Wheeled into surgery,
I don't feel any alarm,
For I know my life is a journey,
I accept and feel calm,
Whilst I can still breath,
The wind of love sets me free.

Post operative, I now have staples,
I keep still and give it a chance,
I breath light into my body,
And send a wish for cooperative healing,
A positive post-operative feeling.

So kind - surgeons with those skillful steady hands mechanics of this biological machine,
So kind - anethesist's keeping me pain free,
So kind - wards man with the pleasant smile I can see,
So kind  - nurses with efficient hands looking after my needs,
So kind - person who brings my food to take away my hunger,
So kind cleaners looking after hygene to keep me healthy and clean,

Each of your words is like magic,
The kindness in the eyes heals the sick,
Do you believe this,
A little smile,
Lasts more than a while,
Such purpose you have,
Such power you have,
So appreciated you are,
To me each person is a star,
In the night of my pain.

You can twinkle your light or fade into the darkness of routine,
But know in the days of my recovery,
I remember you,
You cared for me and I care for you,
You made a difference to my life,
Don't forget that,
Each and every day,
You are priceless,
You are in the place of trust,
The community needs you,
Your good work is a must!!!




The Essence

Our box seems empty,
But is it emptiness that we feel?
Or our natural inheritance,
That someone tries to steal.
But it is not an empty heart,
It overflows with an essence,
Which I present to you,
With many blessings.

It cannot be seen,
But it can be felt,
It can't be written,
But it can be mispelt.

Love is the essence,
For which humanity hungers,
Fear is the masked face insanity plunders,
It is not survival of the fittest from the start,
But survival of the greatest beating heart,
Breathing life into a vision of unity,
Of which we are all apart,
That is our destiny.



Eternity

The glass ceiling of belief,
Puts a lid on ideas,
Just lie back and realise,
That the universe is unlimited,
It is situated beyond conception,
It is beyond imagination,
It can never be contained,
It can never be drained,
Only love is sustained,
For eternity.

When you see my face,
Know that my eyes are closed to judgement,
I see you as you are,
I see your shining star.

I cannot be offended,
For I accept you as you are,
I do not need you,
I just feel you,
As part of me,
The sight of you sets me free.

I know you have perceived me in a different light,
You do not know me,
You have never known me,
For I am not common,
My heart reaches to humanity,
That is my plight,
For which silently I fight,
To restore the light to your eyes,
To remove the pain of isolation,
To rejoin the nation,
Of this human race,
For we are racing,
To win the race,
But the race is in circles,
There is no end,
It is getting faster,
It is not recoverable on the bend,
Into chaos we will descend,
Very soon.

The outcome to all questions,
Is a simple choice,
On the precipice of love and fear,
We are all poised,
Every thought rocks us back and forth,
Our tiny lives,
Combined move the universe,
So no more talk,
Take your side,
I reach for you,
My child.





Fabrications Of Abuse

I love you,
More than you know,
But the pain I feel,
Flows from the memories of my child,
Which sits within and cries at the lies
You are saying to me,
I can't stay silent,
I can't pretend,
I react because I can't defend
the truth I feel,
to me it is real,
I am not into fantasy,
The feeling I live with is spiritual,
It does want to peace together,
But we keep returning to the same game,
It never moves on,
It never sees light,
It always seems to want to fight.

When you are around,
I lose my ground,
I withdraw because there is no space,
For me to love and be myself,
You give me no room,
You are not kind,
You speak like it is absolute,
No questioning of your role,
You look past me as you instruct,
But your words destruct,
As they walk over my rage,
As you take centre stage,
Only you exist,
Everyone is attached as if an accessory,
You are the fact,
You disperse your belief as if it is the only one,
Anything different is disloyal or an attack,
But it is the manifestation of lack
 of love,
For Self
 and others,
All are to blame especially your mother.

I find myself reeling in amazement of what you have done,
How you cannot see at all of what you have become,
The fabric of the family you cast aside,
Inventing fabrications of abuse,
Your ride your illusions without falter,
It is an excuse for you won't look within,
Your mirror reflects that you are competition,
You want to win,
You never give up,
Incase you are seen.

Justifications and distortions of the truth,
It lies in tatters as your imagination seeks to glorify you,
As your hair is caught by the breeze,
You can see they are pleased at your greatness,
I am for greatness,
I want people to see their best,
But not when it crushes what you perceive as less,
It is not great,
But a trait or a pattern,
Engraved in the lines of insecurity,
It flattens the potential of others,
With impunity.

Yet the purity rests silently in the paddock at sunset,
It is still,
It watches as the great sun goes down,
Into the darkness it awaits the light,
It never bites or kicks out,
It simply closes its eyes and accepts,
All without distortion,
It lives not in the past or future,
It is in this moment,
Looking out from this page,
It doesn't stoke the embers of hate,
Or throw stones at glass windows of the soul,
It knows its role is one of love,
Nothing else,
It is a simple seeing which blows away the clouds of emotion,
Which roll away in the light of realisation,
That everything in this life is our own creation,
That no-one is at fault,
We choose our words,
We choose our thoughts,
We choose fear or love,
The decision is yours,
Who are you,
Deep in your core,
What will your future become,
Will you take away space,
Or will you space out your thoughts,
Giving plenty of silence,
Giving plenty of love,
Will you become a messenger,
Like the dove,
Or do we go back,
Again and again,
Into the past without an end.

For the angels are knocking on your door,
They are asking what for,
Are you a law unto yourself?
Or are you universal law?
Are you power over or empowerment within?
For power over encloses you in the cave of your thoughts,
Thinking in isolation removed from the race,
Empowerment is the central wheel which binds you to the taste so sweet,
That doesn't compete it flies higher than the one,
It is the track with no indentation,
It is the patient that is healed,
It is the truth that yields,
And gives you space to see the face,
That is unspoken,
That is hope,
That waits for your permission,
Now you must decide for your life hangs in division,
I give you the chalice,
In loving kindness you are shown the glass,
The transparency of life,
Projected onto the heart of the soul of source,
Who guides your course,
Who sees you in your glory,
Who knows the real story.

It is at this point I can let go,
I can walk away and wish you well,
I must go for I am called,
I would prefer you with me but I can go alone,
For I have been shown,
I hope one day we sing the same song,
In harmony,
That we belong,
As one,
Smiling and singing,
Having fun,
Residing happily,
In the heart of the sun.





False Evidence Appearing Real (FEAR)

The sub atomic level,
consists of unimaginable proliferation's of life,
amassed we see substance,
repelled we see nothingness,
the human eye regards this as an extension of power,
as we crouch, faces covered we cower,

Power emerges from powerlessness,
great fear creates the shape of a strong man,
the perception of power, strength, fearlessness,
epitomises a reality of carelessness and helplessness,
radiating insecurity, fear and weakness,

He opens his eyes,
looks around the room and checks the window,
must attend those locks,
shut the windows, secure the fort,
stiffen those lips over a glass of port.

In the dreamy hue I see an ocean of money,
flowing freely floating down like a nuclear ash,
men in Gucci suits diving, splashing, floating in their blissful cash,
I watch in the distance as it transforms into an arsenal,
people shopping, smiling passing over credit cards,
ignorance elevates us to a pleasant the illusion never marred,

His face sweats, he wipes the perspiration from his brow,
a multitude of faces cascades,
get in get out another operational raid,
the blood drains from his face, he starts to fade,
build up the barriers, a new security wall,
keep out the badies they are ugly and wear balaclavas,
each keeping to the idea of bravado.

Our toys have turned quite fearsome,
our fear camouflaged  in action,
in reality we are running just another reaction,
we label people physicists and give them a task,
no questions only solutions,
no implications or accusations,
you did as you were told,
in the long run we ran out of power,
sitting shivering in the cold,
why do I sense that I won't grow old.

Like voyeurs we watch destruction so profound,
they call it vision,
I am an absent recruit flicking stations on the television.

A nuclear horizon thrusts your power into the sky,
the concentric waves pulsate as they test the animals they fry,
the answer is annihilation,
the mountain of cash is building by the day,
reallocated away from the needy aiding decay,
the telecasts seem so reasonable,
we have to be safe,
another test sight as we crawl out of the cave,
destroying all in its path wave after wave.

The TAO of physics your palms turned up to the sky,
a bed of energy is swarming all around,
a silence of consistency an unknown power is found,
it lies within it has no ego or stated aim,
it is the foundation of a system embarking on a growth to sustain,
a real power is never evoked,
binds a physical world with spirit,
we know not of its substance,
in a world of unimaginable existence and life,
lies beneath our imagination a potential reorienting strife,
finds its way through to truth cutting deeper than a knife.








Fire from the core

You are not listening,
You turn your head away,
You pretend I didn't say anything,
That moves you.

My heart calls to you,
I leave the chariot of words,
To travel to your thoughts,
But you ignore them,
As if they don't exist,
You don't acknowledge,
So I won't persist.

My inner voice,
Talks to you many times,
It is patient and kind,
It waits to find,
You receptive,
And asks you to speak,
To communicate honestly,
To speak openly,
To not hide your thoughts,
In the dungeon of distrust,
I am open like the morning horizon,
Awaiting your sun,
There is nothing you can say,
That will silence the drum beat,
On the path of life.

We are not communicating,
The world is silent,
Those who speak don't listen,
Those who listen don't speak,
Words travel into speculation,
The vibration is stilled,
The noise of inward chatter,
Overspills,
As you speak to yourself
In lonely isolation,
Imagining what is real,
Reeling from what is imaginary,
Basing your reality on sprinkles of sand,
Rough against your skin,
Uncomfortable irritation you hold close,
Not revealing its contents,
The jar is sealed,
For years it is stored,
Then one day,
The volcano erupts,
You roar,
The glass jar breaks,
And shatters on the floor,
The splitting of the atom,
Fuels the fire from the core,
The flow of heat,
Seers the innocent heart,
Misunderstandings,
Tear the world apart.

As the rising phoenix,
Comes from the ashes of hurt,
We must reflect on what we've learned,
The heat of the moment,
Words tossed with careless abandon,
Anger the prisoner of childhood trauma,
Plays out its role,
As it has done many times,
But replaying the scene,
Doesn't have meaning,
It is bludgeoning the other,
Without reason,
Expelling its hurts without healing,
In the fallout of injured feelings,
Another wound opens,
Darkness fills the void,
A missed opportunity for reconciliation,
You avoid,
But in the final analysis,
You must look at self,
The world of our home,
Rests within the breast of our heart,
Don't shut out the truth of your being,
Stand naked in the light,
Examine what you've seen,
Without colour or distortion,
A simple seeing of what is so,
This is evolution,
To grow
is to stand below,
in shimmering humility,
so picturesque,
our life is reborn,
the golden age of humanity
will dawn.




Focussed

When I moved in you moved out,
You are not there,
I had hoped to see your smiling face
In the garden of friendship,
Alas you are not there.

A house in turmoil,
Dishes in the sink,
A family disintegrates,
You were on the brink,
Such sad associations,
Such a miserable home,
So fragmented and so alone.

The brush of love painted another colour in your life,
Absorbed your life with that colour,
The past faded into grey,
A new sunrise,
A new hope,
Kept you mesmerised,
To escape,
to elope.

There are many colours to life,
And other people do matter,
We think our lives have no impact,
But the heart is strong,
The heart is deep,
It records every message,
And in its depths it keeps.

So focussed, you do not see,
So focussed, you do not hear,
So focussed, nothing matters,
But hear and now.

But I am here to tell you,
Everything matters,
Everything is a brushstroke of colour,
In the story of your life.

We are all response-able,
Why are you not able to respond,
You have left situations,
Without a backward glance,
You have not pitched in and been of service,
The house is dirty,
The animals are crying,
The mail builds up as if unwanted,
Unfinished business in the hand of
Another,
Passing the buck no words of friendship,
An empty silence is what remains,
The word unspoken, is silently spoken,
You don't feel my pain.




Global Warming Civilisation Storming


Can you feel it,
Are you experiencing the shift,
That has come to us,
Warning that we are adrift.

It is not just freakish weather,
It is not a scientific conspiracy,
You won't find the answers under the dirt,
Lift your shift,
And get the work done,
We are burning alive,
The earth is not correcting,
The mistake is ignoring
Nature self selecting,
We will be thrown off this ride,
There is no where to hide.

The situation is code red,
Defcon 2 is the status,
Early warning,
No action,
Late warning,
No action,
Why are you waiting for leaders,
They lead from behind,
Wake up and see,
They are not there to be kind.

The nests are being feathered,
They ignore the weather,
It interferes with business,
As usual,
Perusal,
But you are not looking at the detail,
The drought kills food production,
Genetic engineering,
Reverses the imprint of a million years,
Of painstaking correction,
Subtle balance in the system,
A free for all,
Replenishes the toil,
But you are coiled,
In the fetal position,
Not wanting to look,
Close the book,
Look the other way,
Maximise profits is the way,
As you exploit until the last breath,
I am not waiting for the hand of death.

It is time for persistence,
It is time for insistence,
We must all take responsibility,
Time for civil resistence,
Gandhi is awakening,
He calls from the grave,
We have now reached the stage,
Where the curtain is closing,
It is the closing scene,
It is time to re-think,
But don't blink,
We have to look at where we've been,
And where will we go,
When it is all gone,
It's time to remember,
You know.



Fountain

Amazing to think that the world,
Has been running on fear,
Fuelled by tears,
bouncing from one misdemeanor,
to another,
they cannot see how beautiful they are,
they are not the ugly portrait,
painted by fear,
they are rare,
they are unique,
they have always been complete,
no need to seek.

you have arrived,
there is enough,
you will survive,
you will more than live,
when in your life you give,
a testimony to your richness,
a reminder that you are,
that you have,
enough.

Enough of all the treasures,
don't bury them in a shallow grave,
give constantly from the fountain
of youth,
endless beauty,
polished by truth.


Further Than Self Interest

Looking back over times ancient and old,
The players live out their prospective roles,
The spectators are left out in the cold.

The struggles are composed from a familiar tune,
Power and money always leads us to ruin,
Casting out the ashes of humility from an ageless urn,
It appears we are too slow to learn,
Sadly it is to the nape of insecurity which we always turn,

It is the law of nature,
Not the nature of law,
Which penetrates its truth to your inner core,
And if you look hard,
The answers lie within,
Seek and you will find,
The goodness that giving brings.

For to take away makes you small,
A darkness coverts your face,
Fear leads to conflict,
An illusion which has plagued the human race,
So if you want to grow,
It is wisdom you need to know,
The short term is the past,
The long term is here at last,
So put your wheels in motion,
Bring joy to the nation,
For they are in need,
Of a champion to cast out fear and greed.

I yearn for individuals who see the light,
Who look further than self interest,
Know you are being tested,
Positive choices are a guide,
Intrinsic to the web of life,
See new ideas which float like seeds,
Full of real promise and re-growth ...you see,
Could it be you ...
who sets us free?

Freed

Just imagine the shape of the world,
When your sad,
Just take a look outside when your mad,
The emotions change the climate,
The sunshine turns to grey,
Just an instant thought,
Is powerful wouldn't you say.

So if our thinking turns alternates between colour and grey,
What makes us happy surely must pay,
So why are you seeking money,
Reserving happiness for last,
What if it never comes for you,
Your too old the time has past.

I know that it is scary,
To walk an unknown track,
But the illusion is certainty,
That there is not enough to stash,
Know the feeling of emptiness,
Is a signal that your lost,
If you do not look inside,
This is the highest cost.

Know that real giving is great wealth,
Know that stagnation weighs on health,
Know that a small kindness,
Will silently return,
On wings of love,
It is the arms to which you turn.

Did you know that great strength,
Is to forgive and understand,
Did you know that great wisdom,
Is a helping hand,
And did you know that great intelligence,
Resides with mother land.

Until we return to respect,
And heal the childhood wounds,
And become more circumspect,
Humming along with foreign tunes,
When we see no differences,
And look down upon the earth,
Then we can plant another seed,
At last we are freed.

Friends


My friend I love you,
it is a basic feeling I feel,
entanglement, mesh and matrix of expectation,
weighing down the horse it dampens my elation.

I don't want much but consistency,
but you are restricting my flow,
hampering my expression to give to you,
like a startled dove our friendship flew.

External influence shapes my canvas,
I have to paint in other colours that you can accept,
your not so unassuming as you like to forget,
but like the seasons I return again and again,
giving you a benefit because I want to sustain
my belief in a friendship it is really love by another name,
because my friend at our core we are really the same,

My heart is quite simple but the cobwebs do cover,
the polish and shine of freshness,
you tie down like a possessive lover,
it is so commonly said we are actors in a play,
but I tire so easily of the role that you say,
I really don't want to act or pretend that I don't see,
because in my soul I just want to be free.

Give me your heart it doesn't matter that we are western,
we can show our real feelings without threat or rejection,
my friendship is warm and will offer you protection,
if only you could give your gifts to me,
and listen to my wisdom it speaks only a truth,
for your house is incomplete let me build you the roof.


Friend-ship

The friend-ship,
Carries love on an ocean of waves,
The surface can be rippled by deep undercurrents,
swells,
and the winds of change,
This is when we turn our friend-ship in new directions,
We bow to its beauty and grace,
As it rocks us in the arms of acceptance,
For a true friendship knows all the highs and lows,
Knows the storms and stillness,
Knows the sunsets and sunrise,
Fills our soul when the sun shines.

Each friend-ship has such power,
To remain in port without a call,
Or to bravely sail into unchartered waters,
To seek out new journeys and to see new sights,
It is the wind of love on the wings of light.

So I say unto you that you are the wind beneath my wings,
That your smiles and love,
Fills my sails with new life,
That I see your face in the sunrise of a new day,
The stormy seas behind me,
In this calm of reflection,
On the day of my birth,
I see you in all your perfection,
No darkness only light,
I thank you with all my heart,
Because we are one,
We are not apart.



Gandhi

Unchanged by space and time,
I watched the images of your story unwind,
Fragments of the whole,
Left their impression on my mind,
Like footsteps in the sand of time,
I am watching with a feeling so sublime.

In the age of confusion,
Your strength is drained,
Nonviolence is stained,
As ineffective and void,
In a world buoyed by the river of tension,
conquest and might,
Where the hero is always right.

The light dims,
In the chamber of mirrors,
Fear breeds military pillars,
I hear an ancient voice,
Speaking in the softest tones,
Within myself I am not alone.

You came to me in a dream,
Where I was lower than my feet,
I felt great humility,
With every heart beat,
You were shrouded in darkness,
On the long march,
I raised my eyes and met your spirit,
A moment that is etched in my heart,
A resonance that sets me apart.

Why I know you I do not know,
Your message of service and self suffering,
Brings me home,
Your words of fighting for love,
And loving with second sight,
Elevated on the wings of freedom,
In the cave of darkness calls forth the light.

Namaste Gandhi,
Truth is not your weapon,
For there is nothing to defend,
When the truth sets you free,
There is nothing to fear,
When you simply
Be.

Injustice on the scale of ignorance,
Is at a disadvantage,
When faced with the mirror of love,
For we escape the darkness of the self,
And run,
Running from an ever diminishing reflection,
Protection, emotional deflection,
Brings us back to resistance,
On the ocean of material subsistence,
Empty and hungry for a safe haven,
But security comes from within,
In the stillness,
A distant friend,
Existing nowhere,
But everywhere is life,
Waiting to lift you high,
Just let go into total acceptance,
And you will find,
Your long lost inheritance.






Globalisation

Globalisation is the fashion,
Global dominance is the first station,
Empires aspire,
Lights the fire in his eyes,
Growth and expansion,
Net profit,
Profit over loss,
Defines success,
As you toss over wages,
No industrial hassle,
As you flex your muscle,
Your influence is subtle,
Money paves the way,
On the path of greed,
It is the seed to destruction,
I can see,
It knows no boundaries,
Only barriers to overcome,
The driving force of winning,
Satisfaction that you've won,
Swimming in a sea of cash,
The rush on resources before its gone.

The gambler makes a decision,
Targets industrial zones,
Economics condones division of labour,
Straddles nation states,
Fluctuating exchange rates,
Interest rates a beacon to global capital,
Roll of the dice such vice,
the Mirage,
Arbitrage,
Piles of garbage,
Consumer satisfaction,
Profit maximization,
Cost minimization,
Strategic alliances,
Licensed extraction and property rights,
Serves your purpose,
When you know your right,
Related competencies & diversification,
Are you competent to run the world?
Desertification of waste lands,
Another deal shake hands.

You are weaving a social fabric,
But I see the holes,
It is crocheted,
There are many gaps,
As you tap into a niche market,
The market place unravels society,
Your rights subsumed,
Your body is abused,
White collar respectability presumed,
Offers the illusion of the player,
Whilst millions watch on the sidelines,
As the game plays out,
The level playing field,
Is holey ground,
It is a minefield,
As they cluster,
We can see it is wrong,
Military tactics and cluster bombs,
A million dollars a minute,
Makes them strong.

But what is strength?
Is it the projection of power?
Or does it exist in another state,
...Of being,
...Of seeing,
Crying to be heard above the noise of the guns,
Another Sarajevo has just begun,
I watch in slow motion as you run,
Looking for cover,
Looking to fate,
The anger of injustice overflows,
Is it too late?

Neuron networks,
Fibre optics,
We are paid to think,
We are a piece in the puzzle,
We muzzle that which we don't agree,
Right and wrong are dominant beliefs,
Clouding what we see,
The media plays this out perfectly.

Energy in motion,
E-motion,
E-male,
Is the potion of control,
It inflames,
It tames,
It ensures we comply,
We hand over free will,
Socialization unquestioned,
moulds the social contract,
Signed in the blood of innocence,
The pretence of democracy,
Where security trades your freedom,
A high price on the stock exchange.

We are at a stock crossing,
We are hoarded in the direction,
The handlers can't see the edge,
The ledge of the abyss,
Fear holds us together,
Flowing with popular sentiment,
Held in suburban chains,
Resentment and resignation,
Stagnation we no longer need to think,
We refrain from listening to reason,
As we sink,
Ignoring inner navigation,
high treason of the soul,
We ignore what we know,
Denial is a powerful drink,
Intoxicated on the fumes of pretense,
The consequences are immense.

What we resist persists,
What we look at disappears,
This is the psychology which enacts,
It is a universal law,
Of being,
To see that each creates the world,
We are the microcosm of the macrocosm,
A chaos theory repeats its theorem,
It is a schism,
A division,
The mission is to peace together,
No matter the inconsistent weather,
To weather the storm,
Is perennial,
For global change is essential,

Warming to the idea is our potential,
What we do to another,
Affects the Self.

There is no middle ground or shelf on which to store,
I am sure the rising tide of resistance,
Is awash with urgency,
In this global emergency,
It is time to come together,
To unite,
To become empowered,
A beacon of light,
To those that know that there is no future,
On our present course,
The computer with bits and bytes,
Frames the picture,
Categories and columns,
Upholding a system,
That is hollow,
Shallow,
Meaningless,
Where more is less,
It is not sustainable,
And this is the test,
As the marks come in,
I wonder what we will score,
As we explain to the next generation,
What is in store.

The paradigm must shift,
And it must be swift,
From fear to love,
This is the gift,
Which guides the hand of the artist,
As we are careful with each brushstroke,
We can create anew,
A love revolution of leaders,
Where leading is to serve,
Creating a critical mass,
An inverse demand curve,
A new world can surface,
We must look and learn,
2003 is where we turn.


Hero

To see your smiling face,
Sends emotion to my face,
Your eyes twinkle like the finest jewels,
Your tears drop like tiny pearls,
What a treasure your presence brings,
The greatest gift that love can sing.

I don't need a beautiful house,
And expensive furnishings,
I don't need a fast car,
Or society things,
I am very content that I am on the path,
That I am evolving fast,
For I must grow tall,
I must grow strong,
I must work on righting my wrongs,
I take full responsibility of who I am,
I fully realise that the mirror of life,
Is held constantly up to me,
That the small irritations are errors in me.

For in truth,
There is no need for stress,
When one doesn't resist,
But tries their best,
For in truth,
There is nothing to tolerate,
When judgement is disbanded,
And reserved in a pristine state,
For in truth,
When I burst out in rage,
I have forsaken love,
Another bar for my cage.

We only hurt ourselves when we fire the arrows of hate,
We can run away,
We can justify the pain we cause,
Or we can use our strength to bring justice to our flaws,
It is okay to make mistakes,
It is okay to be wrong,
The truest hero admits publicly,
The weakness of the strong.


Horizon

For every reason there is a season,
When you sit and wonder why this why that,
Remember the distance from where you sat,
You will never know,
Unless you go,
many miles in those moccasins,
travel the open roads,
take on the heaviest loads,
and even then you'll only get a glimpse,
they are not you,
yet you are not two.

Acceptance and love,
is the cool balm,
that washes away the fear,
a rainfall of tears,
cleansing the deep ravine,
you must meet with the destroyer,
of your soul,
you must speak your truth,
and rub in the oil,
to massage the imagination of the rock,
and crush it into your rich soil,
fertile for a new life,
free from past strife,
embrace what you fear,
and watch it gently fly away,
into the horizon of forgiveness.






Right Human

Human rights,
Is it wrong,
To give something that is ...
Inherent,
Inalienable,
Cellular,
Spiritual,
Spectacular,
From the heights
Of human evolution.

Universal declaration,
Universal separation,
The nation state,
Draws its boundary line,
The line of contention,
Full of suspicion,
What a pity,
We need an international treaty,
It seems quite a feat just to get
Agreement,
A world fragmenting into the struggle for power,
A figment of the imagination goes sour,
It is now the hour,
To move realism to the side,
To step away from pride,
Economic rationalism,
Is irrational and insane,
Taking the link from the food chain,
Joy out of work becomes a strain,
The missing link,
Doesn't look back to where it has been,
And look within,
The microcosm feeds the macrocosm,
It is really the human face,
The character is the letter of the law,
What for,
Go to principle,
It is simple,
Shine the torch of peace within,
When the other loses,
There is no win,
Ever.

The book is old,
Cobwebs grow where
Interest used to be,
A universal covenant,
A sacred vowel,
Inherently true,
Was sacred between me and you,
We saw the reflection
Of the one,
In the two,
The community came soon,
Now the holocaust looms.

The tiger runs from the mouse,
It is determined and meek,
But roars when it squeaks,
It's deterrence is bluff,
It feels raw and sharp,
It is driving us to the end,
Of the cliff of possible futures,
It is consumed with its passion,
We are going to crash
on the rocks of denial,
In single file
We march off the pier,
So insincere,
So mislead,
Cyber noise incessantly fed.

But you can turn off,
You can turn the page,
You can make a decision
At this late stage,
You can decide you have the power,
Not the power to abuse,
But an inner strength,
That you can never lose,

When the ending is the beginning,
Loving is winning,
Polarities diffused into the ether,
Where success is normal weather,
Climate change stays the same,
The game is of win win
Our family is kin,
In your arms
My freedom takes flight
On the kite of your support,
The winds rustle my hair,
With you
I don't care
I'm important,
I dare.




Picking Winners

Did humpty dumpty sit on the wall,
Why did humpty dumpty have a great fall,
Humpty's picking winners,
Collecting leaves off the money trees,
Which grow unprotected,
On the least developed side of the fence,
Not illegal,
Not an offence,
In the anarchical system,
Of national defence,
Cold, hard, cash
Making a stash was his only hedge,
Give him credit,
His steely mantra, his only pledge.

For every action there is an equal an opposite reaction,
Einstein whispered,
The secret of energy response,
What you send out into the universe,
comes back,
Do you believe this?
You are creating your future,
By thought, word and deed,
Each thought is the creative seed.

Why do people remember one date,
As the only crime in history,
Trial by reporters,
The public become the sorters,
Making sense of this heinous crime,
But what is the scene of the crime,
Power, money and greed,
Installing, pawning, trading of souls,
Is the only goal of the insecure and frail,
Wearing business suits
With tails,
The devil with the deep blue eyes,
No watershed,
Just lies.

Is the media dedicated to truth or entertainment?
What future do you want,
Sustainable or destructive,
You have the choice,
Do you believe everything you hear,
What do you feel,
Don't believe the fear.
A strike against Afghanistan,
Afghanistan is under the rubble,
Weak, defenseless,
The poorest of the poor,
They are asking what for,
Life is a curse,
They hate each breath,
23 years of war,
the mother pleads for death.

The shiek he laughs
In Saudi style,
Sitting under protection,
The umbrella of business,
Casts shadows to hide their faces,
Obscured from the spotlight of truth,
Clever propaganda,
Spin doctors and surgical strikes,
Organised murder,
This is the dog that bites,
The tail that wags the dog,
The public can't see,
The fog descends into theatrical illusion,
Our minds are filled with sit com pollution,
We forget the previous story,
As we go to a commercial break,
It is only our future,
That is at stake.

But what of the unpeople who have no names,
Used as cannon fodder to pressure the elite,
Who is their protector,
Who will ensure their lives,
Who will save their wives,
The children have no kites to fly
in the future of their minds,
Who will lift their sights,
To a higher call,
Who will dismantle humpty's wall,
Brick by brick,
The fear must be removed,
We must jump the groove,
To a new era,
A new epoch in history,
Where there is no conception
Of misery.


Incubators of the Future

Are universities the incubators of the future,
Or are they sewing up old theories with a sutre,
Do they become places of status and prestige,
Or are they creative and leading edge,
Quick to inculcate a new hybrid pledge,
To inform and inspire,
To be open and transparent,
The parent leads the child of knowledge,
Into new visions of themselves,
The strategic objective is to reach for the highest,
Not to be the most compliant,
But how economic rationalism has infiltrated,
The societal mind,
But what do we find,
We see the bottom line,
There is no substance,
Just a focus on funding,
Caught up in the winding down,
Another round of mumbling.

The clothes of colonial empire,
The protestant ethic,
Lost its morality in the factories of scale,
Where the workers are pale,
Tired and tied to the mundane and incomplete,
Evolved into the white collar workers,
Take a seat,
Your on the information highway,
You can fly away for 2 weeks a year,
Dissolve responsibility,
Bury your fear,
It is out of your control,
You don't have the ability,
You don't have the facility,
Or do you?

You don't have to add your brick to the wall,
You can free fall into the future of your making,
You are awaking,
And seeing that you have choice,
You are not one of the boys,
You don't have to be a toy,
Does it matter if you take the side street,
Go a different way,
Look at the world from another perspective,
Another angle,
Step to the side and watch the traffic flow,
Question the directions,
Observe the uniformity,
Look from above and below.

The unquestioning allegiance,
To the pattern of life,
Caught up in the rhythem of routine,
So smooth, unchallenged and expected,
You won't be detected as you blend,
But is this the way you want your life to end?
Another leaf on the tree,
Or the new variety,
Which brings the scent of change,
Which is a new flower,
That blooms as it reaches,
For new adventures,
As it blows on the wind,
And spreads the seeds of its hue,
To experience larger versions,
Of the real you.

You can stay in institutions,
Or you can apply your knowledge
In the world of your choice,
Just imagine your highest vision,
And replay it every day,
Until you get the recorded message,
And page yourself today,
Under the stars of your future,
The destiny awaits,
For you to make the difference,
Before it gets too late.


Infinite

Sampson and Goliath,
Who is bigger,
Who is smaller,
Craving to be big,
Resources consumed by impending starvation,
A drive that dwarfs small nations,
Leaps tall buildings in a single bound,
But it is not superman of whom we speak,
It is the movement of capital and resources,
Around the earth ,
...incomplete.

Neutrons and protons,
Spinning around the vortex,
Another orbit,
Another quarter,
The central profit centre,
Of multinationals,
Transnationals,
Where costs are extracted,
Disputes protracted,
Tentacles seeking weaknesses,
To expand their reach,
Economies of scale,
From the Board they preach,
The virtues of growth,
Rational they say,
Unlimited potential they pray,
No accountability or social concern,
Unfetted expansion they never learn,
Are their strategies right,
What is left,
In the eye of the storm.

The world of corporate culture,
The opulence of the elite,
Meets the working class,
In a game of master servant,
Based on the belief of need,
As they play out their roles,
And dance their presentations,
Past the greedy eyes of investors,
Ignoring S11 protesters.

Must make an impression,
Another fix,
a business deal in session,
The pressures on,
Buy it at a steal,
Share prices a con,
Failed confidence,
Timid speculation,
There is danger in digital,
The investors take flight,
What is real what is illusion,
On the screens of creation,
Cycling across the stock exchange,
There are no futures,
Military technologies are in range,
Pump prime,
Plump sublime,
Capital flows in-security,
Rumours bury the possibility,
Of a new world,
Based on love and purity.

Boom bust,
Fibre optics don't rust,
We decide if we are winners or losers,
In a fraction of a second,
Kings to dust,
You've just gone bust.

As the excitement dies down,
Business as usual,
Infinite prospects,
Infinite ideas,
Infinite pressure,
Infinite tears,
But we never realise,
That it is bubble,
Waiting to burst,
It is not real,
Although it is solid,
Or is it atomic,
Where the spaces are gaps,
As you stare into space,
You stumble into a trap,
Of your own making,
Ignorance is king,
You will feel the sting,
Very soon now.

So which is bigger Sampson or Goliath,
The small is big,
The big is so small,
Aspirations to reduce,
Leave less impact,
Aspirations to look within,
a universe of richness will begin,
The snow melts now its spring,
The treasure chest of goodness,
Springs from the pure water,
Of your heart,
To bring forth new thinking,
To see with new eyes,
The world is not linear,
You will realise,
There is a purpose,
There is an intent,
You create your reality,
You are the power,
Not the trend.

So how are you the solution?
Or the problem you remain to be,
When you blame others,
You take away your strength,
We are responsible,
Response-able,
able to respond,
When we look directly into the eyes of truth,
The answer is there waiting to be chosen,
You choose your path,
Now you've grown,
At last.


Join Lands

What is this far away home Iran,
Another family,
Separated from the mother,
Alone we run,
It is so hard to remember,
From where we have all come.
I lie awake,
I stand asleep,
My eyes are open,
But I cannot see,
That the division in this world,
Is always me.
There are many lillies,
In the sea of content,
The perfume carrying its unique song,
To another taste,
A consuming passion,
On another face,
It must be Persian that I embrace.
We are one with each other,
But we have buried our treasures,
In the graveyard of civilisation,
So tarnished, dusty and grey,
Our inner pleasures,
Are slipping away.
Ancient memories caress the canvas of surprise,
Worn memories woven into the web of lives,
Scripted thoughts travel across crumbling pages,
The echo's of primitive cries,
Reach deafened ears and tear stained eyes,
You don't look on the back of goodbye's.
.We are still distracted by symbols of lust,
We are still cradling books of rust,
Rocked by the currents of fear,
Forced to travel rugged mountains, so sheer,
We have lost our beloved plains,
We have strayed from our true home,
Riding on the back of a thousand pains,
A weathered map on the face of a thousand strains,
But the treasures we carry always within us,
Within the heart of our soul,
We walk on our dignity,
Shaken and cold.
So shake off the cobwebs,
And the aging with time,
Re-member the past,
And in the present combine,
Re-cut the diamond,
into the sapphire of truth,
We are all one family,
 So... join hands.
So... join lands,
Only together can we stand.


Love of Many Lifetimes

My friend, my heart is calling to you,
Can you hear my voice,
Do you know who I am,
Do you want to know who I am,
I am love asking you to come home,

I am the love of many lifetimes,
I have come for you,
I cradle your head in my arms
I stroke your heart,
Do you feel your mother,
Do you feel the chord,
Do you feel the softness,
Can you hear me singing
So silently in your ear,
Do you feel my pain,
My cry is so sincere,
It is the pain of love which is looking for our home
Will you take me in behind your walls
Will you care for me,
Can you hear my calls.

I am knocking but you are not coming to the door
I feel you have left but I see you are there,
Where have you gone my friend,
Why have you left me,
Will you return,
So that at last my candle will burn.

When I call to you,
You do not come,
I am love I have come for you,
I am your eternal soul,
I am the endless blue sky,
I am the sadness in your sunset,
Waiting for your light,
To reignite my life.

I am the fragile bird,
Cupped in your hands,
Will you care for me and release my heart,
Or will you leave me in the forest,
Alone in the darkness,
Empty and cold,
I am listening.

My feeling is weaving through my memories of you,
My feeling unravels the carpet of mystery,
It is a silent detective probing your heart,
Exploring the depths of your ocean,
Uncovering the seeds from the start,
Looking for the questions which tore me apart.

I am high above a beautiful river looking down
I am looking towards the otherside,
Can I make it without falling and becoming hurt,
Can I keep my balance and find my path,
Can I finish at the place where I start.

The bridge to your heart is narrow and fragile,
I feel it swaying in the breeze,
I centre myself and carefully move one foot in front of the other,
I am concentrating on the bridge,
But what is at the other end,
Is it my dream come true,
Or will I be trapped and alone a mere shadow,
I feel uneasy on this bridge,
I am not sure it is strong enough to support me,
I feel the rotting of the tree beneath my feet,
I am slipping but no-one hears my call,
My soul screams to be saved,
But you are not running down the path of love,
You are somewhere else,
You cannot hear your baby cry for you,
Your face is impassive, you are distracted by pain.

My tears flow over the bridge, the water falls,
Will I slip or will I drown,
I pray to omni that I do not fall,
I have a chance to jump off this bridge and save myself,
Or I can go on, it may be stronger up ahead,
I feel god's breath a subtle breeze,
Whispering in my ear,
It touches my heart and fills my lungs with love,

I am waiting still,
I am still waiting,
Are you waiting,
I am still.

This is The Hour

From my low ebb,
I ebb and flow,
I am alone in this space,
I am lost in space,
No-one reaches for me,
They walk away lost in their thoughts,
Operating separately,
Not as one group,
A family,
They don't know love,
I am not free,
Trapped and weighed down,
It is hard to get up,
It is hard to cry alone,
I don't want to pick up the phone anymore.

Only a mother cares where you are,
She loves me passionately,
But how sad in this age,
That it is my mother that I turn,
When my disappointment burns,
A hole in my heart,
For which there is no cure,
For it is so pure,
No one understands my pain,
And my disdain at the shape of the world,
The knife that is so cold,
I don't know if I want to be saved.

I try to see my future on the horizon,
But I'm tired of the chase,
Nothing comes easily it seems,
Always I struggle to stay in the race,
I chose to leap out of the game,
Swept by the vagaries of life,
I can't bear the thought of slavery,
I have to be true,
But a price is paid,
That I don't belong or fit in,
I am the piece that is the puzzle,
I walk in the opposite direction,
I see the reality,
I question the spin,
I educate myself,
And take it on the chin.

But others go blindly,
Believing what they read,
That war is justifiable,
When really it is the seed,
Of destruction,
It is the crumbs of greed,
Spreading on the floor,
Of humanities despair.

I am as if an alien,
In my own land,
It looks familiar,
But the psychological landscape,
Is a foreign territory,
I can't see how we can ignore,
The pain that is so raw,
In the heart of other peoples,
How can we build a military,
Design myriads of ways to kill,
We foot the bill,
Why would we believe such a myth,
The kiss of death.

Military-industrial complex,
Cruise missiles and cluster bombs,
202 bomblets in a bomb,
Gives a second chance to expand the slaughter,
30% drop as mines,
yellow packets picked up by your daughter,
military planners caress their success,
like a newborn,
collateral damage is still born,
the price is borne,
by you and me,
a million dollars a minute,
the chains are free,
fear tightens the bonds,
no life for a child,
nothing to go on,
terrorised by terrorists,
big and small,
they come in many shapes and sizes,
some suits and ties,
army fatigues and lies,
smiling or hiding,
they are the same ilk,
life is cheap in pursuit of silk.

Human life is treated as fodder,
as expendable,
generations extinguished,
families exterminated,
for the extension of a political career,
the Presidents men,
but what precedent does he exemplify,
there is no rank and file in spiritual eyes,
just the journey of choices,
scattered on the path of stones,
we enter and leave this life,
alone,
but remember no life avoids,
no stone is unturned,
we will face the reel of life,
as it plays out before your eyes,
It is then you realise,
how you live your lies.

But silk or sour,
Now is the hour,
Where we must stand up,
For what we believe,
For better or worse,
The world is what we conceived,
We can achieve great things,
When we look within,
And see that we are at the end,
And yet we can begin,
With a new world order,
Based on justice and dignity,
Cooperation and determination,
Where all rise as one,
Where tyranny suicides on the run,
Where power comes from love,
Fear is seen as damage,
That must be healed a new,
That the wealth of the world is
Distributed by the few to all,
This is the call.

The Question of Your Heart

The subtle violence,
That surrounds us every day,
Oblivious to the voices,
That suppress and try to convey,
Their vision,
Alas it is not mine.

Silence is one of the most potent,
It gives no quarter,
It conveys a dark energy,
It withdraws love,
As a punishment,
It doesn't talk,
It doesn't walk with you,
It judges you like hard marble,
And leaves the issue unresolved,
It is ignorance,
That causes pain,
Breaks my heart,
I feel the rain of my kindness,
Draining into the stormwaters,
There is nothing I can say,
You are not honest with me,
I am chained to your conclusions.

A child is born,
Into scorn,
Into the world of right and wrong,
Weak and strong,
Good and bad,
Happy and sad.

Conditional love is issued,
Like tissues from the box of our confinement,
Internment for our sin,
No one cares where we've been,
Power and force,
You are right of course,
No questioning of motive,
No sense to what is free,
To let the spirit be,
With boundaries to be sure,
Boundaries of care,
Boundaries of awareness,
Boundaries of family,
Boundaries of community,
Really just respects another's place,
The arms of love wrap around your uncertainty,
Provides the sweetest taste,
But never to curtail freedom,
To give you an environment to be sure,
Empowerment is the cure,
To the insecurity that plagues humanity,
And drives the insanity.

The search for power over love,
To be admired,
To be tough,
To be rewarded for your deceit,
Wealth and women,
Draped at your feet,
The stock exchange is your motif.

But motives shape the sculpture of your life,
The sponsoring thought,
Behind the thought,
Observation of thought,
Leads you to see,
What it is really you want to be,
But does this drive to the heart
Of your questions?
Or does it question your heart?
The richness of joy,
emerges from walking your path,
In kindness and love,
The light comes from above.


Life is the Mirror

life is a mirror,
reflecting fragments back to you,
but what is it that we choose to see,
I realise those fragments are,
really me.

Life is awareness,
awareness is experience,
experience is narrow or broad,
it is a high or low chord,
but looks can be deceiving,
things are not always as they seem,
many misunderstandings,
there have been.

What we resist persists,
but what we look at disappears,
to see what is,
and it is so,
but emotions roll in like storm clouds,
upsetting the tranquility,
inventing reasons for every season,
cutting through you like an icy breeze,
but rise above the pain into the warmth,
of understanding,
forgive every hurt,
nothing can hurt us when we decide who we
are.

And we act in our own truth,
without judgement,
without expectation,
just place thoughts in service of humanity,
and wait to see,
who you will be.

Peace is patience,
peace is kind,
peace has no expectation,
of any mind,
it just is,
sitting in a neutral space,
not in a hurry,
keeping its own pace,
peace has no-one to forgive,
peace holds no grudges,
peace looks with wisdom to all faces,
and knows there is a story,
of a different taste,
peace is light,
and floats gently on the wind,
of life.


The Light of Humour's Sun

The love of many lifetimes has been bestowed on me,
I've been shown the way,
I am working with the source,
Today.

Suddenly,
I'm free,
The veil has lifted,
I see who I am,
But what I see reflected,
In my life's mirror,
Is an image I would never have believed,
The clown, I'd never have conceived.

A privilege,
I know what is my stage,
A light worker,
Needs no pay,
I am love personified,
I cried many times,
The symbol of experiences,
Seemed jumbled but I see
The words,
The chariots of my meaning,
Travel freelance in each moment,
Waiting to be,
Life's key.

I juggle,
I giggle,
I wiggle,
I move through the crowd,
As if my family,
As if my friends,
I feel no fear,
My self blends,
Into the oneness of life,
Life is the one,
It comes to me in each moment,
Fading the lines of division,
Through the light of humour's sun.

I play with all,
I play with no-one,
I am not aware,
Yet I am aware of everyone,
I don't plan,
Nor do I understand the plight of others,
But my heart extends,
It reaches out to touch your hand,
It doesn't care where you have been,
For your ship has reached land.

Out of the bubbles,
My cushion of whoopee,
I stoop to see your eyes,
Are not lower than me,
For we are on the same level,
There is no better or worse,
Did you know you are a hero,
You are great,
Your ego disappears to zero,
You are fate,
You are no mistake,
For every moment is perfect,
In the sculpture of the soul,
You are a masterpiece,
Your potential is untold,
Your story remains silent,
As if mute,
Your beauty is shrouded,
Unseen on the wings of tunes of a flute,
Your potential hides awaiting liberation,
It is jailed behind beliefs and lies,
It is held tightly by family ties,
But I am the clown,
I am here to make you smile,
To forget your imprisonment,
To open the cage,
To feel your humanity,
To slip out of the insanity,
Feel the love holding you close,
Feel the love as it rekindles your joy,
Feel the love as it plays with the toys of your imagination,
To show you what can be,
To express the love in your eyes,
To pass it on,
To pay it forward,
To remind you of omni's gifts,
The pre-sent presents are laid at your feet,
I am the morning dew,
The sunshine that meets,
At the windows of your home,
That knocks on your door,
I have arrived at your shore,
To show you the ocean of your dreams,
Is not illusion,
But written between the lines of life's book,
The angels have sung in a chorus of love,
To reveal the sunset of your stars,
That glimmer,
That shimmer,
That twinkle,
In the eye of the universe,
Like pearls hidden in the shell of life,
It is opening to reveal what is inside,
The clown is here to lead you to reason,
For now is the season,
Of your summer of love,
The dove returns to the tree,
Of life,
The kite lands in your hands,
For it has returned to the master,
For you create the life you seek,
You can peek at the treasure of your heart,
For it is more beautiful then the most precious metals,
It is the petal of the rose in your heart,
Which beats within the rhythm of nature,
And floats on the river into the estuary,
Out of the fury and into the light,
The butterfly has emerged,
Through the trickster, the fool and the clown,
They are in town,
For one performance only,
So make sure you are present,
The messengers are amongst the flock,
Now is the time to take stock,
We are going to move the rock and unlock limitation,
In anticipation of the truth.

Source of Love

What is this source,
This well of love,
That I may dip my cup into at will,
Knocked over,
as the tears spill down my face,
My thoughts rise to the plight of the human race,
Why so much confusion and insanity.

I know what I feel is real,
How could I love with such a passion,
Something unreal,
It goes by many names,
No image of it is the same,
Philosophies grew up yearning for the light,
But when one controls - this leads to fights,
For free will must rein from the sky,
No individual is low or high,
These words precipitate ink across a million lines,
Voices singing in unison a million times,
Yet no-one listens because they know they're right,
To protect their ideas with all their might,
Without a doubt, as day follows night




The Maise


Psychological maise,
the curtains are drawn,
in the evening we think it is rising like the dawn.

The vision emanating through the eyes,
but the sights so different,
the landscape an unusual terrain,
cutting through the debre when we feel the pain.

Life experience you cannot argue own truth,
others imagine judgements based on shifting sand,
some are unable to steady themselves on the ground,
reserve the perceptions accept the story,
the message can be soiled by the emotional eruption.

Thinking, thinking the brain never stops,
reliving the past future but not now,
the present always the past, the future imagined away.

The voice so silky, the horror worded away,
belies the insensitive person,
empathy a stranger to love,
heads buried they didn't miss the white dove.

The environment shapes the boundaries,
rugged, tattered, dirty not clean,
it is hard to imagine a completely different scene,
the face blends in with the walls,
arms and legs a deadened green,
the mind becomes sluggish and eyes bloodshot red,
real happiness is a peaceful bed.

Knowledge passed down from one to the other,
watch the layers build up one on top of the other,
you are what you know,
you know what you are,
a life of waiting for the rising star.



Master

I have so much to learn,
I have learned so much,
The more I discover,
The more I keep in touch.

We are mistaken to think we have it solved,
It is the biggest mystery,
It constantly unfolds,
It is not static or set in stone,
It is a chess player,
It is the spore that finds another home.

I do not know the truth
Or I wouldn't be writing these words,
Because expression expresses what we need to learn.

But I am glad I have this feeling,
The lifeline to my heart,
It is this feeling that curiously sets me apart,
I don't even know when it happened,
Nor did I go to church,
But as I sing my song,
I am resting on its perch.

I am not the centre of the universe,
Yet I am,
I am not significant,
Yet I am,
It is logical and random,
Yet its behaviour isn't right,
It leaves us in chaos,
Aimlessly blowing like a kite.

You are not abandoned,
For the love is so great,
You are not orphaned,
You are not left to fate,
You must choose who you are,
And not be swayed by weaker souls,
It is time to make a stand and let your magic unfold,
You are the master,
You are in control,
You need not comply,
Just pick another role,
Others do not define you,
You listen to what you choose,
If you wish to lie down,
It is your true self that you lose.



Mel and Toy, Where's Tolstoy


The beauty in your face is drained,
The character in your eyes is stained,
Your spirit has died,
I am standing hollow,
At the grave of your body,
So lifeless,
You have left this world,
Yet you are living,
You are a little girl,
Running,
Undeveloped humanity,
Sexually starved,
Greedy for the third world,
Poverty and corruption,
Releases the dragon from its cage,
An eruption of perversion,
No hero comes onto the stage,
Government subversion.

Pol pot the killing fields,
Tyrants are frail without the fans of fear,
Filling their pockets,
With the currency of death,
Fortifying the walls of hate,
With intolerance and shame,
The opposition are there to blame.

The same old story,
Moves across the pages in waves,
Yellow, torn and weathered,
The story has repeated,
The love is severed,
We are reading,
But we never learn,
No compassion,
Where the hatred burns,
No humanity,
No richness,
No zest for life,
No smile,
Eyes of stone,
They are carved from fury,
The story is the same,
In the exploitation game.

How does this link to me,
When I stare into the coals of eyes,
From the pit of hell,
A mere shell,
I see my ideology carving the world,
I see my nationalism divide the girls,
I see my privilege adorned in denial of truth,
I see people in shanties without a roof,
I see foreign aid tied to open markets,
Economies and no more society,
I see corruption lining pockets,
I see rockets of terror,
Showering down on the poorest city,
I don't see pity.

I see this inexhaustible lust for wealth,
Tied to our meaning,
Hungry, so greedy,
Buying security without looking within,
Buying status without looking at the poor,
Making deals without thinking what for,
Buying love without giving it away,
Living in the illusionary safe,
1/6th of humanity sitting at the pinnacle,
looking at the poor so cynical,
they have choices,
but there is no choice,
when you have no voice,
in the choir of inequality.


Microcosm

What do you think,
Is your life the microcosm of the macrocosm,
Are you the cell in the body of god,
Or are you separate,
In a economic system,
No eco-system,
Self regulating,
Being directed,
Not thinking for yourself,
Not responsible for the world,
Extracting gold,
Inherited riches,
What is life teaching,
What are its limits,
Do you set limits on yourself,
Or is anything possible,
Is world peace soluble.

What if I was to tell you,
You create it all,
Every thought, word and deed,
Is the seed,
That an array of possibilities are paved at your feet,
For you to choose,
One will make you complete,
The others will create new tracks,
Shunted off in a direction,
On the basis of what you believe,
It is all perfection.

So many say,
Life happens to them,
Their lover leaves,
He or she did this,
I am are good I hear them say,
They can't accept change,
Why didn't their lover stay,
But life changes my friend,
You change,
Nothing is locked into a shape,
We are shape shifters,
We are drifting,
On the sands of timelessness,
We think we are less,
So we live according to our vision,
But it is like superstition,
It is not real,
You are unreal,
When you decide,
When you look inside,
There is nothing you cannot attain,
Some of the deepest realisations,
Are visited by pain,
But we must resist to hit out,
We must not punish,
For they are the arrows of hate,
Sent forth from the gate,
That locks in your freedom,
Seek always to understand,
To see the other perspective,
For true love sets free,
Even in pain it knows the seed,
To its own destruction,
Lies dormant in revenge,
The shape will become obscured,
Dark, deformed, black,
Others will sense you are not pure,
And isolation becomes your fate,
Fuelling your negative state,
So you must stop and listen,
The world,
In fact the universe,
Is awaiting your answer,
About who you are,
Silently you are the star,
In the night of our dreams,
Each with a mission,
Each with a seed,
To create a new world,
That is happy and free,
Which do you choose,
Will it be laughter or tears,
Will it be love or fear,
You are the master,
Of your destiny.




Mystique

I want you to know what I see,
When I look into the light of your eyes,
I feel the warm of your kindness,
An endless stream ,
To meet the need of your friend,
Your words give warmth and shelter,
From the separation of the world,
When you are shining with happiness,
People are sold,
On the aura of your essence,
Which shines like the midday sun,
You liberate our thoughts,
We laugh and have some fun.

When the clouds come over,
And the child is feeling alone,
I feel the rain,
A depression,
Stain the coat of your armour,
I see you melt into obscurity,
As you feel weak and so alone,
I feel your anger,
As a cry for help,
So many wounds,
I wish I could turn back time,
And rewrite the script,
Of such a tragic comedy,
Where fighting to survive,
To control is to revive,
Your last breath in confrontation,
To ensure you won't go down,
In grief the sobs are sounds,
Of the defeated and bereft,
In those moments,
You have nothing left.

I know you love your children,
Not for a moment do I think you don't care,
But they feel your fire,
And are scorched by the pain,
They are part of you,
They carry the stain of the past,
Your childhood still remains in
The closet of your heart,
It seems impenetrable to close the door,
To move to another space,
But one must truly look into the
Battle underway,
Or in future generations the others will pay.

There is no right and wrong,
There is no weak or strong,
We are programmed on the backs of others forays,
For other crimes we do pay,
But we must break the patterns,
We must find a way,
To reconnect with our energy,
Our true self,
Maybe being what your not,
Leads you to who you are,
I will always be here,
Because I know your are
A star.

I love your beautiful family,
I see their shining eyes,
Each one is a special diamond,
In the chain of life,
A precious part,
Of the crystal mosaic,
Fractured and yet complete,
In the midst of confusion,
Love seeks to meet.

Mirror of Truth


Ever heard of yin and yang,
Ever heard of the big bang,
With every cause there is effect,
With every person you ever met.

So much wisdom has floated passed our ears,
Don't fight fire with fire,
Teach what you have to learn,
Don't chase after what you yearn.

When you listen watch them talk,
When you are watched you get the urge to walk,
So he raises his voice he knows he's right,
Just smile quietly and watch him fly his kite,
Give him freedom to have his say,
In the end he will have no fight,
No more words and no-one to fight,
Reveals his mirror of truth tonight.


The Moment

Scattered yet sacred,
Fearless yet scared,
Walking the line of justice,
To be fair.

I must await my moment,
That lies at the tip of my truth,
That comes in rushing,
Like the waves of my time,
That carry me upward,
Onto the crest of perfection,
It is the test,
That I must pass,
To reach my highest goal,
I am here to play this role,
My spirit is very old.





The Heart of Mother

I know you are suffering,
And I feel your pain,
You are part of me,
And I of you,
Your breath is my life force,
Your beauty gives meaning to existence,
Your variety a wash of colours,
Cheeky and full of promise,
Hope and full of irises,
The fragrances,
The taste,
The jubilation of the race,
To save your life,
To save my own life,
For we are one.

When I see you as myself,
I will take more care,
I will not suicide,
I begin to be fair,
As I start to love myself,
I feel the earth run through my fingers,
The richness is my blood,
The essence is my stuff,
A reverberating system,
Of enthusiasm,
And creative expansion,
Peaceful,
But never at rest,
Abundant,
You bear your chest,
As excavation of our soul,
Depletes the natural treasure,
That is our bounty for life,
The barrel is running empty,
I start to cry,
For to lose you I lose myself,
The sunshine,
Makes me smile,
As I become enlightened to your cause,
It is not to late,
I will not fall,
I come to your aid,
And with the gentleness,
Of a lovers touch,
I will breath life,
Back into your exhausted system,
It is time that the west becomes eastern,
And returns to the heart of the mother,
Casts a penetrating eye within,
Our tortured soul,
See the world in the eyes of another,
Realise we are killing our mother.


Nation Fate

Is this fate,
Do I deconstruct the nation state,
Are the two separate,
Two states of mind,
We create,
But the micro flows like rivulets,
Into the ocean of international affairs,
Is this my business,
Or is dishonesty reconstituted fair.

I am interested in your feeling,
I don't care what you think,
The doctrine of animal instincts,
Why is the innate confused with greed,
Why focus on the tree and not the seed.

Look into the face of free market abandon,
It is lined and hard and cold,
It's weary eyes stretch to the horizon,
Maximising another goal,
The hole of success,
Feels like less,
No random acts of kindness,
Shifting sands and blindness,
There is no where to stand,
The minefields are alert,
They are not stepping stones to safety,
They are raiser blades of hatred,
Shattering the heart with thorns and spikes,
After an orgy of bombardments,
Armaments the solution,
To the pollution of ambition,
Sedition languishes in anguish,
The bush fire of capital lies,
In ruins at my feet,
Yet the face of respectability,
Smiles why it lies and cheats,
Painting a world that is reasonable,
That is simply making a living,
To live simply in a state of luxury,
Hard to fathom in the average mind,
Slick words that chime a conditioned tone,
Looks important on the mobile phone.

But the distant memory of good times,
Float like kites on thermal winds,
Where birds and bees and stings,
Were the only things,
That occupied our thoughts,
To late now,
Our souls are bought and sold,
We believe what we hear,
We are told what to believe,
We don't see our folly,
If the truth were out,
Revolution would volley,
The ball over our begging bowls,
Dropping into holes,
But it is not a hole in one,
We are in one hole,
It is time to stop the chips,
It is time to swing together,
The club of Rome is dead,
Our home has been bleeding steadily,
Put pressure on the wound,
Greed and corruption take our food,
It is not good,
The common ground is where we stood,
Together we must hold hands,
And stand up for our shrinking land.

Oh Thomas Hobbes you are alive and well,
In power politics,
They learned fear well,
Where brutish forces really hold sway,
The law of the jungle,
Minimal pay.

Where is Robert Locke the master of reason,
A man of great stature,
Where human nature is free,
Reasoning the future,
What you do to another you do to me,
In the final analysis,
We will see,
That cooperation is where we want to be.

Can you see the link between beliefs and outcome,
Can you see the world forming around what you actually do,
Who you actually are,
Are you believing what you say,
Or are you saying it because it pays,
Do you see yourself as a simple catalyst,
Or do you put it into practice?

Individual security and national security,
Caught in the web of deceit,
Many lines we do find,
Repeated as in a script,
Brutish, dangerous and insincere,
Breeds what we fear,
Without mercy,
Without pity,
Vulnerable living in the city,
The village is not conceivable,
The community is intangible,
Casual bonds,
Not permanent,
The wand of our wishes,
Waves away our pain,
The pain of our parents,
Obscured in words peppering the hearts,
Of the innocent child,
No protection,
Wild moments of anger,
But no knowledge of why,
Repeats the cycle,
Single file.

Who is the enemy in this war,
Who is the terrorist,
What is terror,
What for?
Do you ask many questions,
Or repeat what you hear,
Talking for the sake of it,
Nervous of what you fear.

We fear ourselves,
That we are not in control,
That we don't know what to do,
That we are less than our best,
But we must overcome,
We must turn another page,
In the book of our story,
We are glory,
We are great,
We are the nation state,
We can stand up and be counted,
Be counted on to stand,
In gandhi we can trust,
Nonviolence is the sign to watch for,
It is silent but intact,
It is the fact of our future,
It is the path to reason,
Now is the season to sweep away,
The violence of greed,
The blade is on the edge,
We can stand firm,
We can be heard,
But we must not retract,
We must not be slack,
For the moment of truth is at hand,
Events will unfold,
It is in the secret contract,
It is the latest plan,
You cannot fail,
The final scene is grand.



Fate and Fear

Nation states
Is it fate,
From All Thoughts Everywhere,
The profile of the world,
Stares out in fear
False Evidence Appearing Real,
how can there be theft,
I own nothing to steal,
I am the care taker,
I am the rain maker,
I have a stake in the future,
Who is your teacher.

The human mind,
Labels and categorises,
To communicate uniformity of ideas,
Without question,
Demarcation and division,
Grows with suspicion,
Gows with misunderstanding,
Grows out of planning,
But you cannot plan the creative,
It is spontaneous



No Father's Love

Mel and toy,
Are not boys,
They are not toys,
They are the innocence in your childs eyes,
They are the question
In your surprise.

Mel and toy,
Are not toys,
They are the future,
But what future have we created,
When they look at man,
They don't feel a fathers love,
They don't understand,
The torment of the sexually disturbed,
The abuser is abused,
The abuser is defused,
No connection to the promise of their life,
Depravity, insecurity, the face of powerlessness,
Seeking power over,
With no concept,
Of love or kindness,
Just a consumer,
Of self gratification,
An inanimate object,
With no protection,
A shell remains,
Breeds suspicion,
The rape of innocence.

When does it stop,
Its stops when we stop it,
It cannot happen if the world,
Moves from denial and looks inside,
The mind of the unkind,
What drives this,
What mind is this,
Where can be the joy,
In the destruction of life.

Digging A Hole

Thinking is like digging,
Think too much,
You'll dig a hole for yourself,
To fall in,
Then bury yourself,
In the oveworkings of an imaginative mind,

Sometimes we can read too much,
We read for the finest points,
Where there isn't any,
Sometimes it is better
To scan the terrain,
Get a rough idea,
And let reality fill in the gaps.

We don't know it all,
Absolute knowledge is not in our hands,
That is why we are here,
To discover the fragments,
To try out who we are
Through the games of our experience,
We are not here to know the whole truth
And nothing but the truth,
Shards of truth are delicious,
And beautiful to share with others,
Who see other parts of the picture,
And hold them as their truth,
This is the breeder of tolerance,
Peace, and joy on earth,
There is no right and wrong,
Only what you perceive in your own experience,
It can be whatever you want,
So sit back,
Stop thinking,
Go into a mindless stupor,
And return to nothingness for a while
From whence you came.



The Stars of My Night

Healing, happiness, hearing laughter,
Makes the heart sing,
In a duet of feelings and sensations,
Working in unison,
Either a harmonising song,
Or a feeling somethings wrong,
The conductor,
My mind,
Must be strong.

Listening to the sounds of the nurses and doctors talking,
Many faces,
Leaving no traces,
As they fleet past my bed,
They have come for observations,
Human contact for a short duration,
Heart beat, blood pressure and checking the wound,
A comforting rhythm,
An efficient system,
Night and day,
Nurses want more pay.

The patient,
The person,
The human being,
Is sometimes not seen,
Family and friends they come and go,
Bearing flowers and loving thoughts,
To embalm the lonely heart,
Support is the thing,
This is what makes the heart sing,
And heal the wounds of time.

Each word is like magic,
The kindness in the eyes heals the sick,
Do you believe this,
A little smile,
Lasts more than a while,
Such purpose you have,
Such power you have,
So appreciated you are,
To me each person is a star,
In the night of my pain.

You can twinkle your light or fade into the darkness of routine,
But know in the days of my recovery,
I remember you,
You cared for me and I care for you,
You made a difference to my life,
Don't forget that,
Each and every day,
You are priceless,
You are in the place of trust,
The community needs you,
Your good work is a must!!!


Omni-present

Omni,
You see me,
I am free,
My tears cry to heaven,
The heaven lives within,
Yet the inspiration,
Filters to me,
Flushing me with love,
For the feeling is intense,
It is immense,
The love I feel for you,
The love I feel for me,
Because we are one,
With all life and non life,
Under the sun,
And beyond.

I am not ideology,
I am not belief,
I am simply loving,
I am lost in grief.

The towers that we build,
Reach up into the blue,
The bricks are walls,
Each and every one,
We build the fortress,
We don't let go,
The rock smashes reason,
Our feelings tried for treason,
As we reject an offence,
In pretence we say it is fine,
But we are blind to the lie,
That we have said to ourselves,
Creating more distance,
To retreat to relative safety,
Is really resistance to truth,
Resistance to pain,
Refrain is fear,
It cuddles up and holds close,
Caressing the bruises,
Covering over the injury,
Never letting anyone look,
For fear of more misery.

My love comes to you,
It drowns apathy,
It directs you to see,
The freedom in me,
Although in this moment I am a prisoner,
Of my pain,
But I must start to look inside,
If I am for world peace,
I must plant the trees,
I must breath in fresh air,
And care for all,
They are about to fall,
On their knees in great pain,
But pain is not the enemy,
It is a reminder of truth,
It is an error in interpretation,
The translation is muffled by words,
For words are poor messengers,
A kaleidoscope of images,
The consciousness selects the preferred game,
To shunt another reality down the track,
Is not absurd,
Evolution herds humanity,
There is no place or space,
That is neutrality,
All tracks are a form of reality,
In the relative sense,
What is absolutely true,
Only omni can choose,
For all is one,
And the one is many,
Cell division,
The prisons of suspicion,
Demarcation along lines of fear,
Setting the path in concrete,
Until belief follows love,
Destined to repeat,
Until you know,
Until you see,
That always you are free,
That you have the power to select,
You have the power to resurrect,
To create,
A new state,
Of mind,
Of kind,
Of being,
Singing new notes,
On an instrument never known,
Singing in the chorus of angels,
You are never alone.




Create A Better World

If you want to create a better world,
Then sign your name with respect,
If someone writes to you,
Do not greet it with neglect,
So many communications,
Disappear into the cybernet,
Never caught,
Never returned,
Just silence
Is learned.

Talking is not communication,
To hear is not to listen,
Treat all as one,
Be light and have some fun,
But if you want to be the change,
You will need to change some habits,
Respond, respond, respect,
The student in their role,
For in truth they are not a student,
But a destiny to be shaped,
It needs to be guided sensitively,
To be guided gently,
For what you take away,
Makes small,
What you give enlargens,
And what you brighten,
Enlightens,
So let us each,
Think more deeply of our speech,
Let us unfurl the sails,
Respond to those emails,
For there are many Einsteins and Eleanor Roosevelts,
Waiting to be discovered,
Lets not ignore them,
We want them uncovered.

The new world is of expansion,
It is a consciousness a new,
It is a slowing down and taking in,
It is a reflection of contemplation,
That each choice we make,
Is a decision about the future,
And the direction we all take,
The smallest is the largest,
And the largest is so small,
It is the inconsequential matters,
Which fuel the rising fall,
So make the difference,
And be love and compassion,
And watch the world change,
On the wave of passion.



Picking Winners

Did humpty dumpty sit on the wall,
Why did humpty dumpty have a great fall,
Humpty's picking winners,
Collecting leaves off the money trees,
Which grow unprotected,
On the least developed side of the fence,
Not illegal,
Not an offence,
In the anarchical system,
Of national defence,
Cold, hard, cash
Making a stash was his only hedge,
Give him credit,
His steely mantra, his only pledge.

For every action there is an equal an opposite reaction,
Einstein whispered,
The secret of energy response,
What you send out into the universe,
comes back,
Do you believe this?
You are creating your future,
By thought, word and deed,
Each thought is the creative seed.

Why do people remember one date,
As the only crime in history,
Trial by reporters,
The public become the sorters,
Making sense of this heinous crime,
But what is the scene of the crime,
Power, money and greed,
Installing, pawning, trading of souls,
Is the only goal of the insecure and frail,
Wearing business suits
With tails,
The devil with the deep blue eyes,
No watershed,
Just lies.

Is the media dedicated to truth or entertainment?
What future do you want,
Sustainable or destructive,
You have the choice,
Do you believe everything you hear,
What do you feel,
Don't believe the fear.
A strike against Afghanistan,
Afghanistan is under the rubble,
Weak, defenseless,
The poorest of the poor,
They are asking what for,
Life is a curse,
They hate each breath,
23 years of war,
the mother pleads for death.

The shiek he laughs
In Saudi style,
Sitting under protection,
The umbrella of business,
Casts shadows to hide their faces,
Obscured from the spotlight of truth,
Clever propaganda,
Spin doctors and surgical strikes,
Organised murder,
This is the dog that bites,
The tail that wags the dog,
The public can't see,
The fog descends into theatrical illusion,
Our minds are filled with sit com pollution,
We forget the previous story,
As we go to a commercial break,
It is only our future,
That is at stake.

But what of the unpeople who have no names,
Used as cannon fodder to pressure the elite,
Who is their protector,
Who will ensure their lives,
Who will save their wives,
The children have no kites to fly
in the future of their minds,
Who will lift their sights,
To a higher call,
Who will dismantle humpty's wall,
Brick by brick,
The fear must be removed,
We must jump the groove,
To a new era,
A new epoch in history,
Where there is no conception
Of misery.


Precipice

I'm on a literary excursion,
I am buried in the library of voices,
Speaking in tongues,
So many reach out to express,
To make a contribution,
To be heard,
In a world deaf to dazzling colours,
Of perspectives,
The journey through the caves,
I learn a new language,
And my voice blends in with the global
Conversation,
Nods of approval when we say
What we expect to hear,
But I am not wearing the hat of conformity,
I listen to my own voice,
Which has to create its path,
Through new terrain,
In the dark wilderness of obscurity,
Of which I am relieved.

Inspiration fuelled by the logs of ideas,
I can see possibilities,
They are presented in the heat of my fire,
Begging for my attention,
But which do I choose first,
World peace,
Or thirst,
Must I get work,
Or work to drink from the fountain
Of my calling,
Which is energising me to act,
But not in the usual way,
I can't fight anyone,
I love all of the people,
I must do it through fun,
In order to break down the barriers,
I must create a safe space,
Lets make friends,
Lets forgive all trespasses,
Lets inspire the forces from within,
To marshall the energy to begin.

Everyone has a purpose,
They are not here by chance,
They are making their choices,
They are unravelling the mystery,
Do they stay within the mould,
Shaped by public opinion,
Or do they break the seal,
And see what is real
For them.

I encourage you to step out,
Off the cliff of safety,
Go into the realm which reflects you,
Not to gain pleasure,
Not to gain the letters of status,
But to carve out your track,
On the back of honesty,
From the heart of responsibility,
Looking out in awareness,
Creating fairness,
Wherever you go,
Don't drift,
Don't lose your way
In the snow,
In the blizzard of appeasement,
Don't tease out the corners of your script,
Go into the role,
Over the precipice.


Promised Land

Coldness, hardness and steel,
you stare accusingly and no longer feel,
walking in the icy lands,
yet the sun shines so hot,
feeling very hot but there is no warmth,

You walk through the crowds,
only a sea of faces merging one into the other,
no knowledge of your history,
no knowledge of your fate,
nobody cares about the hopeless state,

So tired, you need to sleep,
coldness, hardness no meal,
the white collars and polished kind,
accuse you of stealing,
 why so blind.

Society's vision is a cone around their heads,
their life essence pervades them,
the inner world projecting the outer,
the narrow feel casting aspersions,
can't break through the wall of illusion.

The government spending so far removed,
the budgets, allocations and litany of reports,
the child is recycled through endless courts,
why no tears, why no fears,
why no warm shelter and loving heart,
leaves me cold because it tears me apart.

The mechanism to bridge the gap,
the catalyst to give permission,
to extend the softened hand,
helping you step into the promised land.


Puzzled

We play the game,
And we are puzzled,
But each question asked in the light of a bright colour,
Helps us peace together the greater peace picture,
The is no one solution to the puzzle,
Just a desire to seek completion,
One must first perceive the dark peaces,
In order to place the light peaces,
In the spaces of ignorance,
Waiting to fill the gaps,
Waiting it to fall in your lap.

The puzzle is the mystery,
It is delicious,
It peaks our curiousity,
It creates animosity,
Because we don't know,
We are on the edge of truth,
Sounding certain,
But unsure,
The sands are shifting,
The peaces don't fit,
We are drifting,
So we try to make the fluid solid,
Walk on water,
It is much safer,
Then swimming in the typhoon,
Feeling like a buffoon,
Seeking security,
But that is the tide,
That is the ride,
Don't be shy,
You are never in control,
And that is the purpose,
That is your role,
So patiently select your peaces,
Know that it will come together,
In time,
Be o.k. that you live your life,
Blind.




Reaction

Global information at our fingertips,
yet no-one wants to read, to learn to find answers to problems,
striking with the iron hand,
crushing under an enormous weight,
strike a blow and then its too late.

The immature, juvenile minds,
reaction,
protraction jabbing into a fresh wound,
migs flying in all directions,
the mechanistic sound of tanks,
ordered to walk the plank,

Satellites beam images to the far corners of the globe,
one source of information taken on as definitive,
yet arm chair primitives,
demanding basic needs to be met,
inhumanity dwells in other places,
yet we are all responsible,
we cannot forget,
the pain,
hardship and dishonesty,
pealing away at our souls,
the utterances fades no power in integrity.

Real face

Look at the way he moves,
Look at the confidence,
He's in the groove,
Look how he handles situations,
Still and unruffled,
He is calm when facing trouble,
He must be strong
Or is he?
He doesn't say a word,
He is so peaceful.
Or is he?
He doesn't react,
He must be in control,
Or is he?

Misinterpretation,
A projection of strength,
Onto faceless time,
Impassive non-resistance,
Is not kind,
He goes in his direction,
Never deviates to please,
This is not strength my friend,
He flows with his breeze.

He is not serving,
He needs to be served,
He is not giving,
His emotions aren't living,
They died in the corpse of war,
He buried them deep within,
They are locked into an endless cycle,
No responsibility,
A bicycle with no brakes,
He rides life,
He's out of control.

But to heal old wounds,
He must be bold,
He must start to speak
And show us his real face,
Reveal the truth,
Look into the crevass of weakness,
Honour the cracks.

That is what takes you to the new track,
The new path of a new life,
But you must be strong,
And visible,
Don't hide,
We are indivisible,
When you join hands,
Admit your pain,
Heal yourself,
And make your stand.

The Sweetness is the Fruit

The child is the ripening fruit,
A branch in the tree of despair,
It is planted in the shadow,
It has lost its colour,
It is so unfair to compare.

For the fruits have many flavours,
They are never the same,
But those who seek to profit,
May select the fruit with the perfect shine,
But perfection is impossible,
For it plants the seeds of destruction,
Where civilisation meets decline.

Words are like weapons,
The sharpness executes another wound,
The enemy wears the cloak of love,
The warmth that shields the cold,
The words are wheels they roll,
Over the heart of gold.

This heart it shines so brightly,
But how do you bandage the soul,
It is bleeding,
And endless flow of tears,
In the ocean of empty words.

In the secret heart,
It prays to set free the fears,
On wings of light and peace.

But darkness descends,
The storm blows winds from all directions,
The emotions swirling like a tornado,
Spinning the arrows in a vortex of hate and sorrow,
Raining them down in the hail of bullets,
That seek to end this curse,
So dreadful - you feel you're the worst.

But the winds lie down in defeat,
The rain dries its lines on your face,
A moment of truce,
and then nothingness...

Sinking within you escape into confused dreams,
Your soul seeks to remember,
the ecstasy of who you are,

The oneness takes you by the hand,
And you are overwhelmed by the greatness before you,
The blinding brightness greets you in waves of love,
As you move closer on clouds of comfort,
You see a distant mysterious face,
So beautiful - you are drawn closer to this curious taste,
Can you hear the silent whisper in your ear,
'I love you always' can you hear,
Your beauty transcends all worlds,
It is carried in the uniqueness of your perfect life,
'Persevere and show me your light'
You are the truth and your experience is your sight,
You are seeing yourself in the ocean of love,
You are the one,
The one is you,
The illusion is the storm,
The sweetness of the fruit is ...
The real you.


Real World

You are so young,
I love your baseball hat on back to front,
I love your courage as you try another stunt,
Your freshness and enthusiasm,
Catches like a forest fire,
As we get older we forget the child.

Do you have everything you need,
Nintendo, Nike and fast food to eat,
Your parents are out,
You are free to mess about,
ISP's set you free,
Connected to the world,
Another T.V. screen,
Living in a void,
There is no sun or breeze,
Is this the true freedom that you see?

They say your very quiet,
Moody that's a fact,
Your always by yourself,
Out of mischief ,
Doom is back,
You know computers backwards,
Cyberspace and surfing the net,
But finding real life friends,
Really sets you back.

What is the real world?
Is the world real?
Investigate the layers,
Unravel the secret players,
They are not residing in your room,
They are evident outside,
Through life experience,
A constant theatre of plays,
Where you are tested against yourself,
In a myriad of ways,
Technology is made by people,
But it is not a substitute,
For finding who you are,
Experience is the tree of life,
Of which you are the root!


Reclaim

Rise up and reclaim who you are,
Those dirty in pain and poverty,
Rise out of the squalour this is your time,
You don't have to cry anymore,
I am here to tell you,
It is all ok,
You don't have to pay,
For the selfishness and greed
Of the blind and ignorant,
The mutant seed,
Genetically manufactured in a hurry,
Those manufacturing luxury,
Who are minimised by wealth,
Over burdened by stealth,
They are the impoverished of spirit,
Their ornaments hang like plaques,
Labels of love that fall to the ground,
Symbols of poverty are adorned,
But the eyes are sad and forelorn,
It is not the true life,
It is not the high principle,
It is not easy or simple,
We have lost our way as we fall to the bottom,
Of the spiritual tree,
More is less
And less is more
Balance is the goal,
Sharing is the role,
We are here for each other,
The least of us is the best,
The best is the least,
Separation is the beast,
That must be tamed and placed in perspective,
No more time to be selective,
All is one,
And one for all,
Fear is dysfunction,
Love is compunction,
That motives a force more powerful,
Than you can imagine,
Nonviolence is the tool,
That will overcome the fools,
The mirror of love reflects
Your inner sight,
No sunglasses to protect from this light,
Its intensity grows by the day,
No more will we take it,
Today is the turning point,
A new world community,
Responsibility is the order of the day,
The catch is to say,
I did this,
This is mine,
I own this,
I have made up my mind,
To give back what I have stolen,
To take my head from the ground,
To dig up denial,
And face the truth,
With the hard edge of reason and love,
Fairness and play,
It is time for the peoples of the world
To have their say,
There is no turning back,
We are on our way,
New ideas are coming,
They are here to stay,
Joy is the purpose of life,
Walking through the life
Reaching the highest fruit,
The tree of spirit,
Is abundant and rich,
There is no downfall,
There is no deception,
Love is on the earth,
The heavenly reception,
Awaits for your decision,
What will you say,
Do we live in joy or fear,
Do we harness love and project it to the world,
Or do you do as you are told,
What do you think,
A new world or over the brink.

Remote Control
Violence on T.V.
Is it you or is it me,
Uni-directional,
Bi-directional,
Which comes first,
Is it violence then aggression,
Aggression in suspension,
Waiting for the moment of liberation,
Looking for a symbol,
To set it free,
To unleash its forces on you and me.

Images dance across the passive
Screen,
A pulsating beacon calling to me,
I sit in this world,
It is bright and colourful,
It is a friend in my loneliness,
It is a window on my world,
But whose world greets us,
In the loungeroom tonight,
The dictator telling you what to think,
The world is on the edge,
The precipice is on the brink,
You are skating,
The ice is very thin,
Between illusion and reality,
Your punished for your sin.

You know your in control,
It doesn't influence your judgement,
It isn't yelling from the pulpit,
It is choice you tell yourself,
You have remote control,
The truth is in the polls,
But you just can't turn it off,
It is quiet,
It is dark,
In the masses of ignorance,
Your boarding the arc,
The boat is sinking,
A refuge seeking asylum,
They're going mad,
Your numb with the news,
Nothing changes,
Desensitised to the views,
Where you cannot see the wood
For the trees,
Why cut the grass,
When they do as they please,
No more values,
No more respect,
The world is a void,
You become circumspect.

From alpha to beta,
Mesmerised by the light,
Flickering images,
Reel you in tonight.
Press your button.
Make a selection,
To give yourself protection.

Self knowledge,
Self awareness,
Self control,
Don't be an air head,
Think about the words,
What they say,
Does it make sense,
In your life today.

Lean back on the chair of your experience,
Feel the rhythm of your sense,
Shatter the illusion,
Of pretence,
You know the truth,
It speaks quietly to you in the corner,
Feel the breeze of discontent,
Blowing the webs from your mind,
Open your eyes and see,
Contribute don't you see,
Engage the life of your voyeurism,
Buoyed up by your experience,
Be your own authority.

Turn the light off and go out,
Into the sea of life,
You may be pleasantly surprised,
That you are not in strife,
You are not mugged,
You are not vulnerable to attack,
You can turn your back
There are only figures walking around,
Going places,
Different races,
Milling, mixing on their life journey,
They are,
Look up and see the roof of the world,
You are bright with potential,
In the sea of stars,
You are twinkling,
in the universal eye.

Seagulls

The sound of the jetcat,
a distant beacon,
on the half hour like morse code,
interrupts my slumber,

I roll over to drown in the feeling
of nothingness,
a sense of senselessness, quiet, peace
pervades my being,

in the twilight of my mind I
drift rolling over my dreams,
the dreams seem so real,
I am nonchalently learning,
they connect with my inner feel.

The dreams like instructions,
remind me of a things I wish to bury,
but they reoccur again and again
from the unconscious they are conscious
and they influence my emotional state,
entering into my constant fate.

I awake lying very still,
thoughts rolling through my mind like
waves crashing on to the beach,
the images like seagulls flying, circling
sounds alerting me to contemplate,
again sounding the horn of my fate.

My mood a meloncholy,
as it tremors through my soul,
sets the pace of the day,
overwhelmed I just don't want to say,
I feel a pain as it shudders through my neck and shoulder,
time seems so chaotic,
I don't feel any older,
our lives so affected,
we cannot consider ourselves alone,
my heart carries me through the darker tone.

Everything is so subtle we don't know how we feel,
we cover, protect, distract, protract our attentions,
but in fact we are living in suspension,
Oh I know I cannot escape the mood prevailing me,
but I guess in retrospect a second sight I see,
through the down we go up,
when we go up there is no ground,
I thank god for my good friend
in god I have found.



Do You Want to Know a Secret

I think I know a secret,
It is the secret to life,
It is to live your life honestly,
To laugh and shout and cry.

You do not have to change Just be who you are,
And strive to go much further,
We all are rising stars.

Don't change to win approval,
It doesn't matter what they think,
It is important that you are clear,
That love is the direction you seek.

Now maybe it sounds easy,
No problem just smile and be nice,
But the way of love is a trial,
A discipline it demands,
To give unconditionally,
Is much harder than it sounds.

But keep on trying,
Never give up,
With pure intention,
Forgive yourself,
Have another go,
The sweetest happiness is waiting for you
At the end of your life,
You'll find it too.


Singularity

Fibre optics,
a thought ,
the speed of light,
creates the world
of sunlight,
or is it pain,
through the eyes of others,
suspicion is undercover,
intrigue and innuendo,
reaches fever pitch,
a crescendo.

From the cradle to the grave,
our world is manufactured,
springing from ancient tongues,
it is compacted,
into the philosophy of trade,
A kindergarden school,
has it become retrograde?

So what are we announcing,
from the top of the tabloid pile,
does it leave me with a feeling of disbelief,
or relief and surprise,
as I realise people are just like me,
the innocence of the child,
makes me smile,
and for a moment I want to live in this world,
no more shivering as I hide from the cold of hatred and insanity,
I can feel warm in the arms of my humanity,
The comfort of being a part rather
Than being apart and alone
I belong.

It sends my thoughts floating on the back of hopeful contemplation,
experiencing my own inspiration,
of what I could do,
feeling a passion of what I see,
realising I don't need to stay here,
I can truly be...something.
What type of cobweb are we weaving
for humanity,
is it dysfunctional or universal?
is it entertainment or truth?
is it the house without the roof?
feeling exposed,
running for cover,
no friends just a cynical inquiry,
to create sensation,
Polarises me.

Why sink with the boat of ignorance,
when we can rise like the phoenix
out of the ashes,
and into a new mind,
where material possessions naturally drop
like a ripe fruit,
just in time,
no more need,
for a tailored suit,
no more greed to feed,
when you are full of the fruits of love,
a passion for life,
which pulls you out of bed with incentive,
...to live
your highest,
to speak your highest,
to shine your brightest light,
thoughts flowing on the wings of second sight,
where the world becomes your family,
you see no evil just lack of love,
the eagle becomes the dove,
and looking in your deep kind face,
I experiences grace,
not able to look back,
to see that worldly achievement is nothing,
no thing matters,
matter is transformed,
into a great singularity,
flowing through the heart of time,
creating a new human kind.

Slant

You're my family,
Where have you been,
Your true face I've never seen.

The verbal onslaught,
As you reach into the ancient past,
Reaching for a weapon,
To justify your anger,
Attack they say is a cry for help,
But I can't help you,
If you can't help yourself.

I am no saint,
I don't have the patience,
To listen to fantasy,
To pretend I like the colours of your painting,
They are dark and critical,
There is no love there,
There is no friendship,
You are not my friend,
You make no contact,
And that's the trend.

I say my truth,
And you read it with a slant,
You rave and rant,
But I don't see any spiritual honesty,
As you protect yourself,
Against the truth,
You don't care for seeing,
As you invent your roof,
But what do you protect?
What do you cover?
Why build a shanty of lies?
To discover,
That it isn't you.

It is deception,
That is my reception,
When we meet,
I see through your window,
So clearly,
Nothing you say changes,
The feeling,
I love your soul,
But not your role,
In the last act of our life.

You logic twists and turns,
But you never learn,
In your psyche there is a blight,
You think your always right.

But I know it is insecurity,
And weakness that re-creates your world,
You stay safe and secure,
Within your mould,
But I can't go there,
It is not my world,
I need peace and love,
Until I grow old,
I can't lie,
And I won't pretend,
Because it isn't me,
In the end.

I don't care for fame,
Or how great you are,
My only interest,
Is the kindest touch,
Is the gentlest word,
Is the eyes of humility,
And the love of humanity,
I don't see wealth in money,
I don't see richness in things,
I don't see sweetness in honey,
Or the emptiness it brings,
The beauty I see,
Can't be bought and sold,
It is carried helplessly in the vessels of words,
It's meaning travels through time,
It is old,
I don't meet any that knows it,
In the eyes they don't show it,
It is universal and empty,
But full of wisdom and depth,
That bores into the soul of truth,
Relentless,
A secret well kept.

This is my true language,
The poetry of the heart,
I don't mind if you rip it apart,
It is the closest I can come,
To have my say,
I don't care what you see,
I know my way.



Secret Seeing

My truth is another way of seeing,
You look at the lamp of light,
You see,
touch and feel,
For you it is real,
For me it is real,
But I know that it is atoms,
Swirling, twirling at rapid speed,
Faster than the eye can move,
Freed,
The mirage of solid,
Is in the melting pot of truth,
You see the orange,
I taste the juice.

My secret seeing,
In not better or worse,
It is just another level of experience,
It is where I choose to look,
It is a million books,
It is silent and subtle,
It is gentle like wattle,
It is the rose petal,
Of my poetry,
Sprinkled around your feet,
Your dancing energy,
Makes me feel complete.

Different levels of consciousness,
Ala difference,
Each has its purpose,
Each has its intent,
Each moment is well spent,
But don't judge my reality,
As if it isn't real,
I see more than you know,
I am removing the layers,
The peal of metamorphous,
The phosphorus sparkling
On the souls of my feet,
As I walk across the sands of timelessness,
I am free,
The wind flows my hair,
The gail I inhale,
As my spirit rejuvenates,
Communes with my nature,
The harmony of my love,
Encapsulates all beings and nonbeings,
In a glorious chorus,
Of which I belong,
My love is on my lips,
Of the loveliest song.


Stonewall

I see a maize of walls,
Dividing the people,
They are psychological,
They are built out of belief,
The mortar is fear,
There is little light that filters,
Into the hearts and minds.

We are all on the same side,
The wall of speech is erected,
Say nothing,
Nothing can be said,
The power of silence,
Is constantly fed,
Stonewalling,
Is a popular profession,
The stone masons of the modern era,
Keep the secrets to themselves,
There is much to hide,
The past is on the shelf,
Away from prying eyes,
The truth is disguised,
The mind twists and turns,
It is on the mountain road,
It doesn't travel straight,
It carries its load,
Dusting off its resentments,
Resuscitating its fears,
Powerlessness rears a fragile world,
The walls blocks out the warmth,
You stand in the cold,
Naked,
In need of protection,
You haven't got the connection,
That what you fear,
Is false evidence appearing real,
What you look at disappears,
Face the truth,
And freedom is yours,
You find your real cause.

Supra Natural Creations
I sit in stunned silence,
As I watch the words trail off the page,
Into oblivion,
I am motionless as if shocked,
I am closed as if locked,
As the dawn of my realisation,
ashen in a nuclear winter,
I am inert,
Why is the world on hair-trigger alert?

Ignorance is bliss,
My knowledge is duty,
I sat under the tree with this in mind,
I yearned to know,
No longer blind,
I wanted to be shown,
The chessboard of the world.

In pieces,
I seek the root,
Nuclear posturing is their secret,
Disengaged insecurity completes it,
Primitive man moves the pieces on the surface,
Club-bed movement without meaning,
imagining the shallow grave of victory.

The genocide of cities,
Strategy melts on the steps of time,
Principled love shines on inner seeing
Gandhi told me how to keep it in peace.

International relations,
Supra-natural creations,
the world boarder in disarray,
Democracy the fig covers deception,
Dark figures kidnapped innocence,
the rape of integrity and honour,
blackmailed diplomacy,
checkmate,
feeding endless confusion with fusion,
at a diminishing rate,
hungering for mass destruction in the frenzy of power,
wearing the cloak of the nation-state,
Suspicion fuels the rods on his back,
The ivory tower of extinction on the rack,
high position obscured by the clouds of disbelief,
Illusion lost the heart of humanity,
There appears no relief,
The knife is unsheathed.

Trade off millions of lives in South Asia,
Euthanasia and amnesia,
The prognosis is seizure,
The rhetoric is inflammatory insanity,
A trendy nuclear talking point,
A small boys club,
Staring up - faces carved in the hall of fame,
The wall of insecurity is to blame,
A flashpoint,
There is no mission bell,
In the flames of hell,
The child of god screams out in his grand moment,
Of martyrdom,
Sends us all back to the kingdom,
No second chance at non-proliferation or disarmament,
No more music, love or sentiment,
Who rules over my life,
And gets away with it,
I am the writer of my story,
I have a say in final glory,
I choose my destination,
On the train of self determination,
Take the rod off your back,
There is another track.

The ending can be changed,
The future can be rearranged,
Generate an energy of life,
Of reconnection,
The kite on the thermals,
Solar kernals of wisdom,
Empowerment is vision,
Re-member who we are,
Knitting together the fabric,
Into the shroud of protection,
Love is the inflection,
The tone of rich meaning,
My new clothes are invisible,
But the answer is simple,
Pay it out a billion times,
Human-kind,
In the eyes of a child,
The truth is not blind,
no longer a human-being,
Destructive,
The energy sublime,
Is re-constructive,
in time.
No Civilised People Here

Choice I hear you say,
They are drunk,
They are broke,
They are unconscious,
They are unconscionable.

Choice they have,
Within the frame of their universe,
But they no longer see over the horizon,
They no longer sing to the spirits from their heart,
Their people and culture were torn apart.

Inferior I heard them say,
Technology and science was carried across the sea,
To a peoples they call lazy,
In the desert their science was buried in dust,
Their traditions superceded in rust,
Disconnection from the umbilical chord,
On the rubbish dump of western civilisation,
Built upon desires and participation,
No time for sentimental constipation.

They've done it to themselves they utter in the corridors of power,
Take their land,
Mining is power,
Fragmented they cower,
The innocent child in a dreamtime,
A dream world that has no value,
In Collins or George Street,
Powerless no more wandering on desert feet.

How did they survive for 40,000 years,
No-one says,
No separation from the carpet of stars,
A universe of stories,
A university of oneness,
A language of song,
Where need is want,
A place they belong.

Not a day could we survive,
I Hear them say,
The wild creative variety has become domesticated,
Genetically engineered,
Expressing a veneer of elevation,
On the backs of destruction,
Civilisation through force,
A divorce from nature,
Where fear motivates the human condition,
Rules and regulations,
Our poor spirit,
Is imprisoned.

 Are you able to hold your judgement to the side,
Are you able to step outside your rigid box,
Are you able to walk on their path,
Can you see the nomad who has walked,
So far.

The natural world is their entertainment,
Their tribe is their town,
The animals are their partners,
Their spirit is in revival,
When living is no longer survival.

Songs of unity,
Fire sticks the heart beat of time,
The echo chamber of spirit,
Disappears the illusion,
Of confusion,
Sublime.

No fear of hunger,
A knowledge of the universal mind,
Generations of whispers,
Adaption, movement, no time,
The source of life is my mirror,
I look and watch every move,
I know you intimately,
In this dance of love,
You know me too,
As you sniff the air,
You sense my presence,
On a razers edge,
Is life and death,
Spirits breath,
Gives life,
The ancestors return,
No loss,
The fires burn,
For eternity.


Terra nullus,
No civilised people here,
Just savages with no capacity to think,
No material to plunder,
Or boats to sink,
Down under.

They are like the animals,
Dumb and with no right to existence,
To be used and exploited,
Exterminated,
Avoided.

Who is primitive?
Who is ancient?
Who is evolved?
Who is cold?

What is right and wrong?
The highest authority,
The Westminster system?
What is weak or strong?
The ecosystem?

What gives me nourishment?
Who do I need?
Why do I compromise
When I bleed.

The seed of intent,
Blows of the winds of change,
Changing the landscape,
Setting off a genus of roots,
Sinking deep into the psyche,
Growing the thorns of war,
Poison ivy of rights,
Stamped into the dirt,
We dare not look in hindsight.

As the seed,
The plant does grow,
But what sort of flower are we planting,
in this desert of ignorance,
Does it yield superficial colour,
Or will it give me sustenance,
To bend and change with truth,
Will it close my book,
Looking away,
Standing aloof.

In the forest of my fear,
It is dark and very strange,
I don't understand how to find my way out,
In this vast land,
The sounds swirling,
Like birds of death,
Waiting to take me to terror,
I must fight the enemy,
It is not my home,
The wind is growling,
I don't like the tone,
I dream of my warm bed,
And television with many voices,
This is my tribe,
This is my web,
That keeps me safe and sound,
In the jungle,
I'm lost,
Or am I found?





We Are All So Tender

Sometimes we seem so strange,
The things we do and say,
Makes us seem deranged,
whatever can we do.

Why aren't we taught psychology at school,
Life skills to unravel confusion,
If we had the right tools,
We could get past all the illusion,
I wonder how often good friendships fall apart,
Because one didn't understand,
That their mate had a wounded heart.

Worldwide over the generations,
And through innumerable relations,
We pretend we are in control,
And are never touched by emotion,
But in our secret gardens,
We are turbulent in motion,
We water and tend our hearts,
Because all of us are so so tender,
Please treat each other so so gently,
Like this meeting is the last.

Test

I feel your pain,
My world becomes a blur,
With the thoughts of you,
And what you've gone through.

Ignorance and seriousness
Are the enemies of love,
Limited perceptions,
Vision cut short,
Blinded by the tunnel,
Depleting riches with the funnel,
Of greed and discontent.

Weapons of war,
Selecting by colour,
Drawing lines in the sand,
Divisions between man,
Disconnect a mental breakdown,
Where the world is rationale,
The heart is critical,
But you don't visit,
You stay on your island,
A stranger to your self,
Bound up in denial,
I see another burial,
Terrorism is just fear,
Desperation there is no way out,
Hatred fills the crevasses
Of your potential,
Another general wearing the badge of death,
politicians wearing the smile like a wreath,
As we march towards the trench,
Of entrenched interests,
Singing the national song,
The rigid right and wrongs,
Delivered by the media,
In an orchestra of sensation,
There is no reflection,
In the lake of sorrow,
The hydro dam is your power,
Not the power of self determination,
The ideas of germination,
That provide the fertile ground for a new awareness,
A new look,
Turn the page in the book of your life,
Are you a follower,
Devoid of responsibility,
Or do you take ownership,
And hold it to your breast,
Make a difference,
This is the test.


You Are the Dove

Conspiracy of misinformation,
Ignorance keeps you in bliss,
So you won't insist,
On the pearls of justice,
Equality,
Opportunity,
Continuity,
Of the fairness we are owed,
Slight of hand,
Sowed the seed of deception,
Enshrined in elections.

How do I know this is so,
University revealed how I am selected,
The elite few,
Protected by education,
The system is unravelled,
Power interest groups,
The working class desheviled.

Perceptual walls of occupation,
Demarcate by income,
Income reveals what you have,
The marble floor and the golden gate,
For those that visit,
Who gasp and gape,
Superiority the hidden trait,
Unnatural selection,
Corporate greed,
Grows out of the capitalist seed.

So what of this war in Iraq,
The news media wheel out the spin,
Fail to tell the people what the corporates will win,
That the politicians are on the payroll,
A revolving door into jobs,
After tenure,
Life doesn't stop.

The President,
A Texan,
Rides a bucking bronko,
It is out of control,
Bankroll power,
The war machine,
Power supreme,
Unquestioned leaves them shivering,
Terrorists are slithering,
Into the shadows awaiting their turn,
The symbol of power,
They want to burn,
Inequalities fuels the cauldron,
Enron cooks the books,
The crooks are cooking in the kitchen,
They wear many hats,
This time it is served up as turbans,
Need an enemy to exist,
So beware of desert rats,
We are defending ourselves they say,
Yes we take offence lets make them pay,
300 billion per year military budget,
are you getting tense,
killing generates fear,
insecurity and hate,
does this make sense,
in common dollars and cents.

Do you have the energy,
To continue a war,
2nd biggest oil field,
is the jewel instore,
The precedent of the president,
He hasn't come late,
Senior executive of an energy company in 1978,
At the end of the 1990's he burned the midnight oil,
He knows the business well,
There is gold in the soil.

Many of his compatriots,
They love the patriots,
They can fly,
Worked in the oil business for many years,
The top tier of fear,
Guiding decisions,
Liberation is the slight,
Buying military hardware,
Is a sexy sight,
If your going to win,
You have to fight,
Make sure you be seen,
Fighting for human rights,
Or public opinion,
Wags the tail in outrage,
Keep the media managed,
Decorate the stage,
Under the face of reason,
The fatherly tone,
Just keep them happy,
Throw them a bone.

The burning bush,
God is speaking in tongues,
Only the chosen few,
Have been given the guns,
But they are on the side of good,
Others are associates of evil,
You are with us or against us,
There is no middle ground,
Justice is the joker card,
That is left out of the pack,
International law and order,
Is under the table,
On another stack.

So we are in international anarchy,
We are in a patriarchy of states,
Where the hegemon owns the gold,
And raises up the stakes,
The nuclear treaties are disbanded,
It is a free for all,
As power corrupts commonsense,
And freedom goes out the door.

So I say to you my quiet friends,
We have to take a look,
We can no longer look in books,
For the answers are within,
We are all stakeholders,
This is our company,
This is what we keep,
Nonviolence is the key that all of us must seek,
For no one is coming to save us,
We will be pawns in this game,
When money is the focus,
There really is no shame.

So stand up for love and honesty,
Start to read some books,
Gandhi, amnesty, international law,
Until your eyes get sore,
But look for truth in between the lines,
And wonder what of love,
Take action my friend,
You are here to be the dove.

So no more sitting on the fence,
There is no national defence,
It is offensive to destroy innocent lives,
In pursuit of cold hard cash,
We must evolve our thinking,
Or the stock and market will crash.


Your War

The pain of your war
Shatters my soul,
It fragments our vision,
Of the life we could have been.

Your pain travels through me,
Splintered and peeling away,
The layers of hope,
Resting in the warmth of your fire,
That hypnotized me to stay,
But my love got in the way,
It sought to soothe your
aching heart,
Your country ripped apart,
By the jackals of fear and ignorance,
Relief forms the shadow of the wreath,
Grief pours over me in a flood of debre,
Wretched in the poverty of disbelief,
Motionless  you are paralysed,
You cannot move to save me drowning,
Enveloped in the shroud of inner turmoil,
My roots ripped up from the dust of your soil,
My truth sucks me into the endless void,
The stain of my hollow drum,
Beats my wishes into submission,
I cannot petition your heart to see,
My soul screams at the death of our oneness,
love is denied nourishment and future abundance,
A lull in the tormented winds of my sorrow,
Softly caresses my tear stained face,
The eye of your storm,
Leaves me still in the nothingness,
A calm wraps the blanket of peace,
On the fragile shoulders of my burden,
The roof is gone my home is crumbling,
You stand aloof,
Stumbling to hold me,
I cannot move,
I'm awashed and wounded,
You are wounded abolished,
To a world I can never reach,
Emotionally shipwrecked,
On the beach of destitution,
I pray for global restitution.

In the dream of my agony,
I see the world in my hands,
Millions stand waiting to know,
What I have found in the rubble,
Of my soul,
By staying below,
I am whole,
I suffered for my sanity,
I suffered for humanity,
In the moment of my truth,
My strength returned,
And released me from the cage of my entrapment,
Escaping down the escarpment,
Lying with the corpse of attachment,
I didn't care what lay ahead,
Holding onto truth,
As my rock of Gibraltar,
Better to enter the shadow of death,
Then live in the life of lies,
Belies reason.

I went into communion,
My screams another language,
No words but feelings without interpretation,
Sung to the heart of civilisation,
Eternity to infinity my song broadcast,
Intra space,
No future, present or past,
No thoughts, no words, no blame,
No shame, no game,
A truth that was absolute,
And absolutely true,
My love emerged like the rising sun,
Radiating light into the universe,
Talking as if to a friend,
A connection without end,
My faith remained faithful,
I lost no hope,
My strength needed no rope,
To save me from the tempest,
Just ride the waves of life's troubles,
Drown in dis-illusion,
To re-member that love never leaves,
It breathes new life into the butterfly,
Transformed and strengthened,
For the next flight,
Freedom is never out of sight,
When you live in the light.




We Create The Borders

The world is a mirror,
I stare deeply into its reflection,
And I see myself staring back,
I realise that poverty is pointless,
There is no lack,
We know this,
Again and again.

We create the borders,
We create the rules,
We create disorder,
We become the fools.

Accept all the world,
As your family,
You are responsible for its wellbeing,
Be the guardian,
Be the friend,
Start putting your house in order,
Until the end.

Stand up,
And start to say what you feel,
You know you have been thinking,
Don't let others steal your wisdom,
Which is waiting for you to set it free,
So, break the bonds,
Reveal your heart,
Don't let others,
Tear you apart,
You can do it,
You know you can,
Whether your words are on the tip of your tongue,
Or revealing the truth through the tip of your pen,
Honour your feeling,
The source is within,
The angels celebrate,
Every positive thought,
Is an orchestra to them.

The time is coming,
It is close at hand,
When we must decide,
And make our stand,
The evidence is conclusive,
Global warming is elusive,
Living in hot boxes,
We are sweating through the life,
The world is in trouble,
We are getting into strife,
We no we are working hard,
But we are disconnected from family,
And each other,
A means to an end,
The end it seems ,
Is the wall,
In the blockade,
Is the barrier,
Here the message,
You are the carrier.


Think Carefully

I have heard many of your judgments,
Your opinions and your beliefs,
But none of us know for sure,
The truth that we seek.

I have walked down the same path,
And I have become quite unsure,
As I see my prejudices subtle and strong,
Dance before my eyes,
And when I finally experience the truth,
I see through all my lies,
That I am really quite wrong.

We seek out words that support our beliefs,
We seldom seek to question ourselves,
Or reserve our judgment,
And keep it out of reach,
So we don't alienate our friends,
Those aimless students,
we assign ourselves too teach.

Do you ever ask if you are wrong,
In the quiet of your mind,
And interrogate yourself softly,
Is it really the truth you want to find?

So when you see, hear or read,
Just keep it in mind,
That there are manipulators of opinion,
Who want to take the lead.

Thorns

My heart sinks like quick sand,
As the words of my truth,
Sting me like a scorpion,
My conscious take me forward,
Over sharp rocks,
I become tired and injured,
Washed up on the shore of loneliness.

My gentleness is the breeze of love,
Which cools the hot head,
And longs to whisper the song of universal love,
Into all hearts,
But my tune is unknown,
I sing it very softly,
No one hears the tones,
Or sings along in harmony,
My words are turned into thorns,
On the rose bushes of my hope,
My intention is misunderstood,
As the clouds of insecurity,
Obscure the vision and bring darkness,
And pain.

How do I sustain the light,
In the cave of my world,
My jewel is locked within the safe,
Of my soul,
Who will find the key to set me free,
Who understands my depths,
Who can swim to save me,
Drowning in the sea of misery,
Who will see my beacon,
On the landmark of love,
Towering to reach the heavens,
My bell chimes,
To announce it is time,
To speak with one voice,
Our words can rhyme,
When we seek to marry,
The song of love,
Into the words,
The message of hope,
Elopes into the forest,
To rejoin the sacred earth,
It sees the future,
Through ancient eyes,
Nothing but joy transpires,
In the golden cup of my tears.


The Toughest Seed

A lone voice,
I dare not speak,
The harsher hearts,
Destroy to seek.

I love all people,
I don't need to know who you are,
There is so much beauty,
Be that rising star.

All the lost opportunities to show each other,
The light that shines in your eyes,
We are so inward, so focussed on needs,
That the love - our fire - starts to bleed.

I can't blame you for your busy life,
You don't know any different,
Our life is strife,
Growing up with expectations and social codes,
Guides your life unconsciously,
A burdensome load.

You all have potential,
The seed of holy light,
You don't need to be religious,
To share in this right,
It is the simple act of giving,
Even when you haven't received,
Is the toughest test,
To grow the toughest seed.

We have to rise above the darkness,
It is not all doom and gloom and blackness,
Be aware of the information that infiltrates
Your mind,
It is not the full story of this time,
There is much good news and happiness to tell,
There are small acts of kindness from women and men,
It won't be reported on CNN,
But we cover over our delicate heart,
To protect and harden,
The pain is so sharp,
But to open like a flower and let the light,
Warm your beautiful face,
Is the heart of this trial,
The point of the case.

Our Tree

Natures knows growth no preoccupation with disintegration,
such security in sameness,
interdependency, routine and rhythm,
no problems, no starvation, no lonely heart,
the natural world so precise, so calm no horse without the cart.

The sun a concoction, a billion nuclear explosions,
sets into mythology,
the mystical entity seems part of a human life,
regular, timing, defines the pace,
never moves too fast, too slow blinds you like a maize.

I look at the tree,
bursts forth from a tiny seed,
the energy amassed as it is finally freed,
the root structure spreads in waves diving deep into the body of the earth,
secure, strong, need and desire,
pods germinate from expressions of fire.

Watching over centuries, buds open their hands,
colour flourishes an orchestra out of tune,
never missing a beat and arriving too soon.

Assisting, helping, mutual respect,
the energy flows a cosmic mattress pulsating the life,
ripples, movement, the soul of the light,
manifests itself in an ecosystem,
you know it is right.


Unfiltered Net

Is your mind made up,
Who made up your mind,
All those passing faces
From the ridiculous to the sublime,
But you are not an island,
Those words create images in your thinking,
Every stimuli is subconsciously sinking.

I watch my parents,
I watch my friends,
I listen to the t.v.,
I wonder about the end,
I am everyone I ever met,
I am speaking others words,
I cast out my net,
It is dragged out and drifting,
For clues I am sifting.

I don't turn to my self,
For guidance and direction,
Everyone knows best,
As they offer advice with certainty,
It seems that it is true,
But when I dig beneath the argument,
It seems they never knew.




Universal


Moral rights
Human rights
Individual views
Collective mews
The many parts
Are seeking to be whole

Universal declaration of human rights
I read the articles
On your paper,
Like goals they are
Raised up in the mind of your sky
For all to see
For all to be free

We are all one family,
The culture colours the shade,
But let the shade not blind you,
To the root of the tree
We all bleed,
We come from the seed,
We are one people,
The truth is simple.

Beliefs are the toys
We play with on the boat of uncertainty,
In the sea of relativity,
Motifs centrapedal forces,
Universalise our group,
But don't let these symbols
Divide you
To the virtue that resides
In the hearts of all people,
May love be the symbol
The filter over my eyes
Where I seek out what I love
I send out my words searching
to illuminate,
to liberate,
you from your darkness,
don't remain in the hole buried,
but still alive,
become whole,
you are bound in confusion,
it is illusion that you don't see,
but I can see,
who you are,
so beautiful,
so incredible,
so full of potential that you can't believe,
you are the seed,
that produces the new world,
I cast you out,
I water you daily,
You won't be failing,
Only successive moves,
On the chessboard of life,
Only evolution,
Pushes past strife,
Only reflection,
Moves you faster to your real goal,
Be bold,
Follow your light
Universal peace,
Is personal,
When your determination
For good,
Is how you fight.


Between Illusion and Reality

Violence on tv,
Is it you or is it me,
Uni-directional,
Bi-directional,
Which comes first,
Is it violence then aggression,
Aggression in suspension,
Waiting for the moment of liberation,
Looking for a symbol,
To set it free,
To unleash its forces on you and me.

Images dance across the passive
screen,
A pulsating beacon calling to you,
You sit in this world,
It is bright and colourful,
It is a friend in your loneliness,
It is a window on the world,
But whose world greets us
In the loungeroom tonight
The dictator telling you what to think
The world is on the edge
The precipice is on the brink
You are skating in a world
The ice is very thin
Between illusion and reality
Your punished for your sin


War and Illusion for the Weak


What is this vile creature called war,
That is aggressive and merciless and cruel,
To stupidly drop smart bombs,
On real people to reinforce the rules.

Our children are shown a world of dominant aggressors,
And the submissive weak,
That strong overpowers the soft,
Adulation reaches its peak.

I see nothing strong in murder,
A dangerous illusion of the weak,
The inability to share,
To invest in a lasting peace.

It is interesting the humanitarian words,
That the mighty like to speak,
But they are simple creatures,
It is only destruction that they reap.

For violence is not power,
It is the cry of the powerless,
And is fuelled by erratic fear,
That has created all this mess!

Women Have No Talent


Women have no talent,
No literary skill,
There are no colours on the palete,
Only gardens to till.

My friend you are in such a darkness,
Your eyes narrow as there is little light,
No experience of her richness,
Or her creativity in sight,

The illusion of life is a projection,
From your inner world you see,
Every experience flips the coin of what you believe,
I wonder about your mother,
Your sister the girls you have known,
You have carved a sculpture,
Those ideas are set in stone,
But the medium you use is not versatile,
It is not changing with the momentary beads of time,
The carving is really from the sand,
Subtle changes are on the wind,
The sea is fluid and moving,
Reaching toward the castle of sand,
The tide of discontent,
Washes away all shape and form,
We can be anything,
The birthright from which we were torn.




Give To Spend My Time

The christmas spirit,
Is here again,
It is mass,
A mass consciousness for one day,
Where people spend to give,
To me I give to spend my time,
It is not in the things I receive,
It is in the love of caring,
That I receive my christmas present.

The spirit embodied in christmas,
Was to remember who we love,
For we go about our lives,
Working for ourselves,
We forget the elves,
That sit silently in the garden,
Watching our life go by,
Missing the richness,
The golden moments of love,
Which shimmer softly in the eyes of your child,
Waiting expectantly for the crumbs of love,
To fall from the work bench,
In a rare moment of being seen,
Out of the flurry of where we've been.

For me this moment is a reflection,
In the lake of my life,
Am I being kind in the words that I say,
Is my pay the love I receive,
Is there any warmth that I leave,
I don't see the things,
I don't care for the tasks,
I look behind the masks,
And wonder at the presents being sent.

Love makes people strong,
It doesn't reject or make wrong,
It builds and reflects back the beauty,
It is the music not the dance,
It is the softest romance,
To me it is the branch of the tree of life,
Of which I am apart,
It gives nourishment,
It treats others as I would want to be treated,
It watches its words,
For they burn when they push away,
Love draws close,
Welcomes in,
Holds tight,
Wants you there,
It is not self centred or unfair,
So my christmas wish for all,
Is that in your reflection,
You see all the faces you hold dear,
That you spend a little time with them,
And tell them through your tears,
That you love them,
That they are the best,
That you really care,
And believe me that is your test...
This time,
This is the wine that flows,
From the heart of humanity,
The elixir of what it is to be alive,
To more than survive,
To know and not believe,
To trust without seeing,
It is the mountain dew,
It is the ocean spray,
This spirit is with us everyday.








Let Me Go

Lack of love kills my spirit,
I know why Gandhi fasted to the death,
There is no point,
I'm not going to hedge,
I must have purpose,
Or greet my death.

The pain is in my shoulder,
It travels into my breast,
I feel the seeds of cancer,
As I seem to have failed this test,
I am too deep,
To travel lightly on this road,
I know there is another life,
Beckoning me to follow.

I am not afraid to die,
I know the beauty of what awaits,
Basking in the love of the source,
Is the bait,
Do I resist,
Or do I submit to the call,
Without love in this life,
I will fall,
Over the cliff of illusion,
Through the beads of disillusion,
Like tears they run down my face,
Staining my heart,
So torn apart,
By harsher souls,
Who can't see true beauty,
As it graces their feet,
To make them complete.

You cannot know how much I truly loved you,
I walk around drawn to the university,
I have work to do,
But I know it is you,
That I am working to see,
I beseech the universe to let me be,
With you,
But I am not mastery,
I am not knowing that you are there,
I am lost in my desire,
Disappointed,
I don't care,
About me,
... anymore,
I can only live for love,
I won't waste the soil,
For my turmoil,
Better to go,
Then remain hollow,
I have too much in my soul,
Why do I feel so cold.

I know I am unhealed,
I know my wounds are deep,
I keep them buried in my chest,
It heaves,
It is heavy,
The burdens I carry,
My heart is very gentle and soft,
I am sensitive,
But you will not know the depth of it,
My poetry gives you an inkling,
But words are not beacons of truth,
They truncate,
They stumble,
They are jumbled,
Over the rocks of emotions,
That get in my way,
They cloud my vision,
Of the prism of colour,
That gives my life definition,
The water drains from my creek,
There is no roses,
On these cheeks,
In sadness I am steeped,
Endlessly I weep,
For I miss you so,
It is so hard to let go,
Love is the curse,
It is the two edged sword,
I wish I could wash it away,
In the flood of my tears,
But it remains like a ghostly presence,
Reminding me of the silence,
Which seeks to abandon my heart,
I feel too weak,
To start again.

The flowers of hope have withered,
In the vase of my isolation,
Transparent and empty,
I don't belong anywhere,
I can't go out and just make money,
I don't buy into the capitalist economy,
It is not me,
I am not free,
Better to go to dust,
A decision that I will consider,
I won't rust into the routine of submission,
It is not my nature to conform to mediocrity,
In the ruse of democracy,
My uniqueness piques,
In my moments of reform.

I see through the transcendental,
I see through monumental,
I see through the system,
On automatic pilot,
The invisible hand that irons your wrists,
The iron fist,
The letter of the law,
Spelling out fear,
The claw that clutches at money,
That sees no end,
That knows not of the mystery,
That god sends.

I stand upon the cliff,
I can see the overview,
I flew around the earth,
Looking down,
The earth stripped,
Exploited and abused,
The fields used,
The atom fused,
In a naked reaction,
A nuclear distraction,
Of power politics,
Over and again,
The earth is exhausted and worn,
Forlorn,
It can give no more,
Inject capital into the core,
A synthetic booster,
We are on the roller coaster,
The ride finishes at dusk,
The farm in drought and dust,
Globally warming,
Creates all the fuss,
But we are naval gazing,
No serious attempt,
To step on the new road,
Take the alternative route,
Too much money invested,
In crude oil and soil,
But the supply demands,
We take responsibility,
Or our ability to create a new world,
Crashes into the sea of disenchantment,
Too late for regrets,
The self is abandonment,
Unless we change course,
And see,
That we are all one,
You are me,
And it is so,
Please don't let me go.



I Am Not Subservient


Gender bores me to tears,
I am not my gender,
I do not bend with the winds of public opinion,
I make up my own mind,
And always have,
I don't follow the crowd,
Does this mean I'm independent,
Or a barrel to push,
But it is not true,
I always follow my heart,
If that means I am apart,
So be it.

When you see nothing,
Discrimination doesn't flow to your shore,
I am sure,
That  I am in the neutral space,
I don't care for arguments,
That care to subsume,
The strength of another,
I am all for finding your strength,
I don't care who you are,
Because my interest is not targeted,
I am not looking for definition,
We are all the same,
Just say who you are,
Come to the bar,
Say your truth,
I am your roof.



Umbrella

Life is passing,
Before our eyes,
Sometimes it is over before we realise,
The day to day,
Ingrained relay,
Seems permanent,
Until life turns grey.

Your beautiful heart,
Was the umbrella over my happiness,
So close,
That your leaving tore me apart,
But it is such a love,
That no separation can exist,
I will always remember you,
In the mist of my tears,
For you are around me,
Your arms surround me,
Like the shawl of warmth in the night,
A wall of protection holds me tight,
It may not be visible,
But I will hear the whisper of your breath,
And as I stare at the stars,
One will twinkle from afar,
It will be the light in your eyes,
Greeting me with every sunrise.

My life is changed forever,
It can never be the same,
Where will I live,
The painting changes the frame,
The colours are so blurred,
My future seems so bleak,
I wish you were here,
To show me what I seek.

The angels cry silently for me,
For they know my pain,
A downpour raining sorrow from an endless groundswell,
Such a wound to break my shell,
Such a heaviness it feels I fell,
Such darkness shrouds my face,
Life lost its colour and taste,
There is no grace,
But they are around me,
I don't feel them but they know,
My mum holds their hands,
And shows them where to go.

As she smiles sweetly,
She looks deeply in my eyes,
She urges me to wipe my tears,
Move past my fear,
For I am never alone,
There is a heavenly host,
That has chosen me to guide,
In the moments of my greatest need,
They will take me by their side,
They will show me the side alleys,
The quickest way to go,
To follow my dreams,
And help me to grow.

For the love will never leave,
We are one,
We are the seed,
For your life is miraculous,
You are great beyond belief,
So many are proud of you,
You must travel through this grief,
For the sun is waiting,
To shed its light on your tired eyes,
To refresh you in a new morning,
New hope will come to your surprise,
The angels are all around,
Singing to you,
On the harp of your heart,
Their strings will ring,
And bring you harmony,
Out of the rain,
For your mum will always come to you,
Again
...and again.

Echoes of Love

I glance toward the waving trees,
I don't see branches but I feel the breeze,
Words are not words,
Symbols are ancient carriers,
Emerging out of a million worlds.

Who am I and who are you,
I disengage from the conceptual framework,
And I feel it doesn't matter,
Because labels are a substitute for poor memory,
And create the illusion of order,
Closing your eyes it isn't dark,
It is letting go of the literary expedition,
Which serves to travel across a trillion pages,
And fails to tell the real story,
Erecting a billion cages,
And I ask are we keeping something out,
Or are we locking ourselves in,
Because no-one knows the world,
The consciousness is physically contained,
And it travels to the edges then refrains,
Bringing down the bars,
As manifest as a billion stars.

The sparkles of thoughts are dancing in my mind,
Triggered by the sensation of my world,
There is so much in between the spaces,
Deep crevasses and canyons sliding deeper and deeper into time,
And I feel the harmony and it carries my soul, warming my heart of wine,
The language confines my wild spirit,
And acts as a camouflage,
Because my real language has no words and is filled with tears,
It is not bounded by custom, culture or years,
It is all happening within our own universe,
It isn't external,
It isn't internal,
It doesn't come from above or below,
It is not seasonal, sunlight, rain or snow,
It is all encompassing but we are within the fold,
It is boundless beauty from every perspective,
Silently waving and vibrating in life's shimmer,
It is effective,
It is evident in all life.

I turn to the human condition in my minds eye,
I feel the troubled hearts and the crying eyes,
I see the misconceptions and confusion
Descending like a dark cloud full of tears,
And I know that the confusion is carefully constructed,
By a scaffolding of fears,
We must find the way to deconstruct the tower,
To open the eyes of awareness,
And find that there is no need for power,
That we must turn inward and reconnect with our,
Incredible soul,
We must find the shelter and warmth to shield,
Us from the cold,
I will always pray for humanity and hope that,
They can see the dove,
For it glides and soars over us,
To scatter the seeds of love.

Pre-sent

Dear clowns,
Do you know that you are the hope,
In the hopeless,
Do you know that your presence,
Is pre-sent,
You are the gift,
That contains the future,
That is the suture of the heart,
That sets you apart,
That brings together,
The song of your love,
In a cacophony of meaning,
The symphony is reeling,
That reaches the ceiling,
In the family of our dreams.

To reach out,
To put out,
To shine in the light of love,
Provides the aura of possibility,
Giving the day its horizon,
The hope of reason,
Falls away,
And is left laughing,
At the moment that is golden,
That chips away at the illusion,
That life is serious,
We are here to show,
That to know is to give,
That to give is to glow,
Because it need not matter,
How much,
The wealth is in the heart,
And it gives without thinking,
It sees all as a smiling crown,
Of the glory of all,
That we are here to deliver,
The message of one,
To have fun,
To joke at the nature of life,
To challenge strife,
But to strive to be ourselves,
And this is the wealth,
We pass on as the jester.

In these moments we share,
We forget who we are,
We play,
We joke,
We are outrageious,
Another sttge nonplussed,
The whoopee cushion,
The balloon,
The gazoo,
To harmony we flew,
To give a moment,
To our heart,
To reconnect,
With those on the outside,
To cinfide that we love them,
In our deepest moment,
We give laughter,
In the aftermath of reason,
Because this is who we truly are,
The fools for love,
The shining star,
That is never gone,
But forever shining,
Blinding us to loneliness,
And separation,
We are participation,
In the journey of life.

Give-Away

The old adage,
Walks across this page,
To give is to receive,
To give to another,
Is to give to self,
By being present,
Is to know you are the gift.

If the whole world,
Gave itself away,
Without hesitation,
The precipitation of bounty,
Would have no end,
There would be no need,
There would be no greed,
There would be enough,
To feed the world,
Just a simple change of attitude,
Generates an altitude,
A perspective above it all,
That all for one,
Is won for all.

Is life not like a merry-go-round?
It is ups and downs,
It is fun,
What goes around comes around,
In the circle of life,
All is patterns,
Woven into the fabric of time.

To me the gifts are non material,
They are surreal,
They are random,
They are insight,
They feel right,
For what you see in another,
You see in yourself,
It is true wealth,
And with focus,
It expands,
When you understand,
That nothing in life is bland,
All has meaning,
All is gleaning and defining,
Who we really are.





Insanity

The window of the world,
Is stained with blood,
The window is not open,
But it closes its eyes and ears,
I see the three men,
They are blind,
They are deaf,
They can't speak,
Their heart has left,
For it is broken,
It can't be repaired,
Into the basement,
Of despair.

I look through other eyes,
But it is not love that I see,
A media puppet show,
But you can't see the strings,
The puppeteer hides in the dark,
Behind the curtains of suspicion,
The blanket of deception,
Leaves its impression,
On the sands of timelessness.

A snapshot,
But this is no family occasion,
This is no memory for prosperity,
Of happy times,
It is the time of drama,
It is the storyteller with the deepened voice,
Whispering the gossip feeling tense,
Such a theatre builds suspense.

Is this a war,
Or the imposition of a will,
The force of belief,
The thief enters through the window,
He is armed,
The other is disarmed,
Defenceless and ignorant,
The other ignorant and offensive,
Both the victims of fear,
That lurks in the blood of distant battles,
The sabre rattles,
But it is rusty,
It is defunct,
In the 21st century,
Weapons are blunt,
For the will of the people,
Is passing over,
No more stand over,
We won't get our way,
Always we pay.

As the annals of history,
Repeat the mantras a million times,
Thorns grow where roses flourished,
Hatred grows where love perished,
To kill and maim,
To teach a lesson,
Force was the course,
A graduation to Armageddon,
For the energy of destruction,
Dismantles,
Others watch and learn,
They light a candle,
They pray for a path,
To throw out the infidels,
So they can rule at last,
A re-run of the crusades,
Blades melt into bombs,
Where the atom,
The wonder of life,
The microscopic,
A fission in the confusion,
To terrify the only solution,
A fireball of pollution,
Drawn into the mushroom,
The dawn of time,
The clocks are blinded,
By the flash of desperation,
Civilisation was the illusion,
As we failed to see,
Our own insanity.

The weeds of poverty,
Grow over the streets of progress,
Back to the future,
No medical care or suture,
Can mend the wailing heart,
The world will fall apart,
If we don't return to our true story,
It we don't see ourselves,
In the reflection of humanities lake,
The stream of evolution,
Is moving in a direction,
It carries the rock so stubbornly set,
In the sand of discontent,
But we must move on if we are to survive,
We must go with the flow of life,
The flow of love,
Cradles you tonight,
In your lowest moment,
I caress your face,
The smell of freedom,
Is the truest taste.

So my message to you,
Is to go within,
To find your self,
To listen to your heart,
To feel your breath,
Stand on the edge,
Make a pledge,
A peacekeeper,
You are,
A lover of life,
The star,
You are the witness,
Or you can participate in the game,
All of your choices,
Brighten the flame,
Or extinguish the light,
You are the master of the destiny,
You are free don't fight,
But your beliefs and knowledge,
Tie you in a knot,
At the pit of your stomach,
The fear of letting go,
Holds you back,
Don't you know,
But I urge you to let go of the cliff,
The ride is about to begin.

The new future is to be born,
In breach of UN resolutions,
We are not institutions,
But alive and free,
So take your place,
We are waiting for you,
Raise your voice,
You will hear us singing too,
In the universal harmony,
Register your vote,
Leave the shores,
The boat waits for you,
Don't miss it,
Time is short,
The way and the hope,
Is in universal law.


Kernel

Thinking of the future,
Feeling for the past,
I peer into history,
I fear the story,
Is past glory,
But on the backs of great suffering,
2/3rds have lived in misery,
we are reaching a point,
of no return,
it is time to stop,
recollect our thoughts,
we must learn,
or the kernel of hope,
will fade to grey,
worrying is pointless,
when you don't have a say.

We are responsible,
We are all concerned,
But there is great promise,
If we can discern,
Fact from fiction,
News from research,
Entertainment from nourishment,
Our eternal search.

For the real life,
Is of a different shape,
It is light and joyful,
It is love and playful,
It toys with your heart,
It keeps you on a string,
It inspires you,
It makes you want to sing.

For this is a world of choice,
For you do not have to,
There is no coercion,
There is no force,
There are no rules,
For the life is the course,
Universal law is the core,
It guides us in our actions,
It sees others as our kin,
It does not live in judgement or sin.

It is the means to the ends,
It is the seed then the tree,
It is the breath then the life,
It is conception,
It is protection,
For security rests on the vagaries of life,
The foothills of challenge,
The rivers of trust,
That wash away our fear,
That allow us to be lead,
In the spirit of discovery,
Where we always try our best,
We seek the good in others,
We do not compete,
But we are in the heat of passion,
For our purpose rises,
In the absence of duty,
The normal becomes natural,
Social boundaries,
Are the open road,
For life is the journey,
Of which we have heard.

So cast off tradition,
Cast of what you've learned,
Remember who you are,
Hope is what you've earned,
For there is nothing to fear,
False evidence appearing real,
The darkness is surreal,
But the light is merging over the horizon,
Of fear,
It will cast out the shadows,
And wipe away the tears,
For the love revolution,
Where the leaders follow,
And the followers lead,
For each one is her master,
His life is his own,
For it is time to take responsibility,
Because inside we really know,
We shape or we are complicit,
We rape or fix it,
We look into the mirror,
With compassion and truth,
For the house is incomplete,
We must explore the root.

The weeds of discontent,
Spread through the leaves of the loveless plant,
We rave and rant,
For we are seeking attention,
We have forgone our power,
To be told every hour,
What we must do,
But that is the paradigm of old,
If we wish to survive,
We must revive,
Empowerment,
Remove enslavement,
Decide in each moment,
Is it love or truth,
Is it the miracle of life,
Or destruction,
The ashes of our soul,
Are spread around the world,
But we can reverse the damage,
We can find another way,
But it is time to listen to the inner voice,
Interpreted through love and feeling,
For the illusion is slowly,
...peeling.

The Phoenix

The phoenix speaks to me,
It rests in my garden,
The phoenix sings the song of love,
From the tree of life,
It rises from the ashes,
It arrives when logic clashes,
With greed,
The phoenix is our need.

Darkness is born to be destroyed,
The light is eternal and hope is buoyed,
On the wings of freedom.

My life oscillates,
In a vibration of understanding,
And misunderstanding,
Of love and fear,
It stands on the cliff of choices,
But it seems so sheer,
It seems impossible,
But what is possible,
Who can say,
Until you try,
There may not be another day.

Jump over,
Don't think,
Stand at the brink,
For suicide waits for us,
Or the glory of a new being,
A new way of seeing,
Through the eyes of eternal love,
Through universal standards,
The laws cannot be broken,
Our life turns,
When we awaken.

Reel Within

I feel the reel of my life,
Unreal,
My life is in motion,
The time I steel,
In another project,
The days roll on,
In endless succession,
The depression of time,
Deepens in my heart,
As I see the years fall away,
And that my true joy,
Never flowers,
In the garden of my dreams.

I close my eyes,
And I look back into the images,
Of my story,
Snap shots in the album of my song,
It seems so long,
So many faces,
So many places,
I've travelled so far,
To find that there is no star,
Shining for me.

My universe has experience,
My wisdom sees the loops,
I never jumped through the hoops,
To prove I can obey,
Instead I strayed,
Into unchartered waters,
I wrote in between the lines,
I was the ordinary daughter,
Not destined for greatness,
Or beauty,
Seen as practical,
But not technical.

My life has woven many patterns,
In the cloth of my thoughts,
Choices based in love and fear,
Have definitely changed my course,
I wonder what if I made a small change,
Thought a different thought,
Would I be sitting here,
Distraught.


Shield of Honour

If I practiced nonviolence for just one day,
It would save thousands along the way,
For I am deeply convinced,
That is the mantra of this time,
That it is the shield of honour,
Against all violent crimes.

For we are living in a matrix,
Pretending the world has no end,
Living in the world,
Our colours all blend,
But we are not looking at the root,
We are picking the fruit,
Harvesting the monoculture,
Starving the vulture,
That seeks death,
The carcass of human potential,
The skeleton of who we are,
Lives in the shadows,
Potters in the shallows,
For the depth of the ocean,
Holds dangers and secrets they do not know,
Better to look away,
Then learn to grow.

Peace and nonviolence,
Travels to the home of the heart,
The lantern of truth casts the light upon the trail,
Love is always expansion,
You can never fail.

Gandhi called it soul force,
Yet to force would waste the seed,
The holy light of hope,
Floats down gently,
On the pastures of the regeneration,
A permaculture pattern,
Is the baton that must be passed,
For the shape of a new world to be cast,
The old mould must be broken,
The veil blown away,
To lift our sights,
No more fights,
For we are fighting with ourselves,
We are defeating and cheating,
We are all losing the game,
There is enough seating in the auditorium,
We all will get a place,
To be inspired to reach our peak,
The space between our thoughts,
Rests on our inner strength,
It is the highest thought,
The meek seek.

The new world is awaiting,
But who will stand forth first,
Who will make a stand,
And tighten their girth,
Who will walk on their words,
Who will talk and be heard,
Over the screams of fear,
Over the revival of denial,
And greet it with the deepest understanding,
Standing tall and respecting the trees,
For all are branches,
They are sapped,
They bleed,
As the leaves turn brown,
The flowers no longer bloom,
A nuclear holocaust,
Looms larger as they shake,
The snake of the shadows,
Recoils and hides in the long grass,
But the drought beacons to the fire,
To smoke you out,
Your broke no house,
For the nature is crying,
It is slowly dying,
It calls to you in the wind and rain,
In the melting ice caps,
It can no longer sustain,
It is not angry just weakening,
There is no blame,
You are not listening to your mother,
Are you listening to your heart,
For this divorce,
Is what keeps you apart,
From the wisdom,
The beauty,
The richness of your voice,
Your true path,
Is really based on choice.

There is magic in the air,
The outcome is always fair,
But to live simply,
So others can simply live,
Is not a loss,
It is a freedom,
A loosening from the rack,
You are strapped in,
You are strapped for cash,
But the bounty is always there,
Your mother really cares,
For you have been left the fruit,
From the tree of life,
And as you sit under the tree,
The apple falls to the ground,
Without a sound,
Time has stopped,
You see the truth,
You are the symbol,
That sits aloof,
Time to rejoin the family,
Time to be one,
Time is on your side,
No time to run,
There is no-where to hide,
You are now-here,
Go out of your mind,
And into your heart,
For the truth will set you free,
Freedom awaits you,
Instantly,
Patiently,
For you
...are me.



Pier of My Dreams

The life of my day blinks,
As I open my eyes,
The sea washes away the moment,
There is no trace of what was,
The moment is forever here,
Standing on the pier of my dreams.

I go through the motions,
The mountains of my track,
Reveal other ways,
To climb to the summit of progress,
As I canvass this story,
In the strokes of my pen,
The moments blend,
The new age adds to the sculpture,
Of time.

So nice to see you my old friend,
Standing in still in the memory of time,
Nothing has changed,
Easy conversation,
Filling in the gaps,
Completing the sentence,
Asking new questions,
No pretence,
For we have spoken many times,
Dreamed with many wines,
Mature and aged,
Philosophical another page,
As my story creates a new chapter,
Recorded on my heart.





Friend

You are my sister,
You are my friend,
I know you will be there until the end.

I share your sorrow,
I share your pain,
I feel the stain of the hurt,
A challenging terrain.

I admire your courage,
I admire your energy,
Your tenacity,
You never give up,
You may be wearing down,
But you really are tough.

The strength lies in your softness,
A gentle spirit blowing the wind of calm,
Kindness sprinkled in the community of your alms,
Meeting needs without hesitation,
No stutter in your intention,
It flowers from the stem of your heart,
Which blossoms in the floral of your art,
For you are the cart that carries the water,
To the thirsty and the sad,
A compassion that understands,
The world can be mad,
Yet smoothing the edges from the hard and rigid,
Sending a card on the wings of love,
Perhaps a cupid,
Is coming to you,
For the seeds need harvesting.

You have been busy for many years,
You have shed many tears,
But it is on fertile ground that you stand,
You will find your land,
A soft landing in the country of your soul,
In the twilight you will sink into the fold,
Of happiness,
Of joy,
Protected,
Hands in the soil,
For you are mother earth,
You are the salt of the earth,
Loved dearly by all,
Your reward is waiting for you,
A new life,
Your rebirth.


Global Indoctrination

Rows of blow,
The breeze blows in,
And freezes my hopes,
Against the rusted metal skyline,
Ideas tossed out like rubbish on the sidewalk,
Too much talk,
I can't see the horizon,
When I'm in the ally of my destiny.

Street credibility,
Insecurity,
Frames the picture of the world I see,
I aint free,
Although I am testing the boundaries of rules,
They think we are fools,
To conform to injustice and corruption.

Gangs of anger,
Encircle the streets,
Testing courage against death,
Knives and guns,
Are the test,
Russian roulette,
Can you brave my storm,
There is no norm,
In the cities of the 21st century.

Global indoctrination,
Satellite dish and cable,
Spins the fable,
Of the life that ought to be,
But it is flaunted by an increasing few,
Who flew over your memory,
For this virtual reality,
Is insanity,
Fuelling the fear and lust,
Of a generation nonplussed,
Survival of the fittest,
In an electronic misfit,
The age of reason,
Is not reasonable anymore,
Drugs give the fantasy life,
I'm empty to the core,
Humans are the blight,
That will be removed,
Tonight in the darkness,
Of tomorrow.

Not enough money,
It turns into misery,
A patisserie we are skewed,
On the hook of failures,
But there are no failures,
Only a system of tailors,
Servants to keep the rich in the custom,
To ensure the elite world fits the planner,
another manner,
There is no social planner,
To change the lines on the map,
To give a new direction,
For structural discriminations,
Feed structural violence,
Where unemployment is not your fault,
But a fault line on the economic map,
Where pulling the leavers of fiscal policy,
The rascal - the thief in the night,
Scares money to take flight,
For a short term trip yielding cash crops,
On top of the shanties,
Heaped on 3rd world debt,
Where the poor are screaming for basic seeds,
multinationals hand out nonproductive beads,
The poor feeling the noose tighten,
They are frightened for the hungry children,
As they look for a knife to end their Armageddon.

So this is inequality,
It is folly,
It is suicide for all of the above,
It is not salvation,
It is self interest within a fish bowl,
Where the big fish swim in the small pond,
Trading bonds,
Coupons of inherent value,
But the blindness is epidemic,
The wound is septic,
The limb is on the edge,
Of reality,
Natural laws are not fooled by this irresponsibility,
No humility,
No civility,
No sense of self,
Earth mother,
Is asking for help.

We must all listen,
We must quieten the noise,
We must see others as ourselves,
We must shelve the lies,
That are dished to us night after night,
It is time to know the truth,
In the depth of our cries,
That love is the only web of life,
That is worth weaving,
It is the only seam that will hold us together,
When we see no shades,
When we see no gains,
When we see ourselves,
In your eyes,
It is then we realise,
That the future is in the sky of compassion,
A new fashion,
That must sweep the globe,
Clean of confusion,
Or we will drown in humanities,
Collusion,
The collision or the course,
Soul is the new force,
That is the mustard seed,
For which we bleed.

Free Fall
I'm so tired,
My flower curls into itself,
As it to return to the soil of turmoil.

I seek answers,
From the silence of solitude,
But my calls are unanswered,
In the quiet of this hole.

I am not seen I think,
My light shines so brightly,
I feel such a joy,
To be with you,
But do I burn too brightly?
Do I cast a shadow over your world?
Do I seem larger than life?
Not vulnerable or uptight.

I feel the pain of separation,
I am vast yet simple,
I am innovative but principled,
I am the love of ages,
I am the dove which nestles close to you,
My breath barely audible,
As I whisper the song of love into your soul,
I blow the wind of fate,
Across your shoulder.

My words a silent prayer,
Carrying the candlelight of my heart,
A gift to your saddened plight,
That I have a sight which can see further,
But don't be threatened,
Don't be afraid,
Don't be contained by my story,
For I have travelled for so long,
My feet ache with the journey,
My thoughts turn to Tony,
As the desert of my hunger,
Unconditional love stays under,
Even when my treasures are plundered.

I do take risks,
But I see more risk staying at home,
In the home without a fire,
In the family without power,
Sitting in the dark of discontent,
Where all move as if in separate orbits,
But the truth is we are not disconnected,
We are intimately a part of each other.

We talked for many hours at the bar,
My universe was filled with the stars of my dreams,
Some shooting me down,
Others rising with hopes,
As we talked I looked into your eyes,
To see what makes you sigh,
To make sense of your pretence,
To hear your truth,
And seek out your love,
But they left this night to flounder,
As you returned to your bunker,
A short embrace,
A silent goodbye,
For I know you will not ring,
And it makes me cry.

For I am the lover,
My Venus turns to Juliet,
To give her sweet comfort,
My nest unravels,
For my home is in your heart,
My light fades as I realise,
That the cold of your disappointment,
Travels through the valley of my hopes,
Blowing the fires of my heart,
The embers burn with passion,
But I am cast out of the cave,
To walk alone again.

To care is a burden I bare,
I am not dependent,
I am not seeking to take,
My independence is a freedom,
As I wait,
To be really seen,
For who I am,
Seems the sham,
For lines of insecurity,
Are drawn in the sand,
Crossing over boundaries,
No-one understands,
For they wish to stand still,
To make not a move,
In case they are encircled,
And caught in the groove.

I seek no containment,
I seek no confinement,
I seek only opportunity to be more,
I am within universal law,
The law of love and truth,
Sets me free,
Into a free fall,
With no end,
As I expand with the thoughts,
The source sends.

Russian Roulette

Rows of blow,
The breeze blows in,
And freezes my hopes,
Against the rusted metal skyline,
Ideas tossed out like rubbish on the sidewalk,
Too much talk,
I can't see the horizon,
When I'm in the ally of my destiny.

Street credibility,
Insecurity,
Frames the picture of the world I see,
I aint free,
Although I am testing the boundaries of rules,
They think we are fools,
To conform to injustice and corruption.

Gangs of anger,
Encircle the streets,
Testing courage against death,
Knives and guns,
Are the test,
Russian roulette,
Can you brave my storm,
There is no norm,
In the cities of the 21st century.

Global indoctrination,
Satellite dish and cable,
Spins the fable,
Of the life that ought to be,
But it is flaunted by an increasing few,
Who flew over your memory,
For this virtual reality,
Is insanity,
Fuelling the fear and lust,
Of a generation nonplussed,
Survival of the fittest,
In an electronic misfit,
The age of reason,
Is not reasonable anymore,
Drugs give the fantasy life,
I'm empty to the core,
Humans are the blight,
That will be removed,
Tonight in the darkness,
Of tomorrow.

Not enough money,
It turns into misery,
A patisserie we are skewed,
On the hook of failures,
But there are no failures,
Only a system of tailors,
Servants to keep the rich in the custom,
To ensure the elite world fits the planner,
another manner,
There is no social planner,
To change the lines on the map,
To give a new direction,
For structural discriminations,
Feed structural violence,
Where unemployment is not your fault,
But a fault line on the economic map,
Where pulling the leavers of fiscal policy,
The rascal - the thief in the night,
Scares money to take flight,
For a short term trip yielding cash crops,
On top of the shanties,
Heaped on 3rd world debt,
Where the poor are screaming for basic seeds,
multinationals hand out nonproductive beads,
The poor feeling the noose tighten,
They are frightened for the hungry children,
As they look for a knife to end their Armageddon.

So this is inequality,
It is folly,
It is suicide for all of the above,
It is not salvation,
It is self interest within a fish bowl,
Where the big fish swim in the small pond,
Trading bonds,
Coupons of inherent value,
But the blindness is epidemic,
The wound is septic,
The limb is on the edge,
Of reality,
Natural laws are not fooled by this irresponsibility,
No humility,
No civility,
No sense of self,
Earth mother,
Is asking for help.

We must all listen,
We must quieten the noise,
We must see others as ourselves,
We must shelve the lies,
That are dished to us night after night,
It is time to know the truth,
In the depth of our cries,
That love is the only web of life,
That is worth weaving,
It is the only seam that will hold us together,
When we see no shades,
When we see no gains,
When we see ourselves,
In your eyes,
It is then we realise,
That the future is in the sky of compassion,
A new fashion,
That must sweep the globe,
Clean of confusion,
Or we will drown in humanities,
Collusion,
The collision or the course,
Soul is the new force,
That is the mustard seed,
For which we bleed.







Chaos Theory

The university goes through its paces,
The students racing,
To meet deadlines,
Waiting in lines,
For the results of their endeavour,
Their world is storming weather,
Whether they stay or leave,
The winter of their fears,
Urge them on at a frantic pace,
Just in case,
They fail.

My heart takes in their troubles,
As they stumble through papers,
Surrounding and wrapping their minds,
In other thoughts,
Bought and sold in the market,
Of academia,
It seems to me,
A chaos theory,
That repeats infinitum,
A binary of right and wrong,
Weak for strong,
In the struggle for a future,
Where there are no guarantees,
In the ocean of degrees,
It is getting colder in the system,
An overpass,
A bypass,
A fortune in their dreams,
But what awaits many,
Is pressure,
No way to let off steam,
Just keep running,
Keep moving,
Eyes on the carrot,
The chariot of the job market is teaming,
Seemingly a moments choosing,
Changes your life.

I have felt the adulation,
As a lecturer,
I have looked into the eyes of respect,
They have waited to seek my guidance,
In the search for markets,
I am a beacon of knowledge,
Of experience it seems,
I have felt the pillar,
The status on the hill,
The perception of elevation,
In the illusion of power,
That seems so real,
But I released the reins,
I returned the keys,
For I am equal to all,
I don't seek to please,
Or pretend it is not me,
I like to give,
To impart my gifts,
Without quarter,
To give them the benefit,
Of my tired eyes,
As I realise,
The mountain many climb,
In hindsight,
They will fight,
They will fall,
The disappointment,
As they crawl.

Users pay,
Using them today,
A business enterprise,
Knowledge is dangerous,
As commercial feeds,
The carrot is the parrot,
The inquiry of critical thinking,
Drowns in the river of time,
As it runs through the hour glass,
Rekindled what you hear,
The spindle of speculation,
No more articulation,
Of what we fear.

We need to think,
Socrates,
We need to sink,
Plato,
We are in the rink,
Skating round and round,
Descartes,
We are lost I am found,
Lao Tzu,
Is it true?
Or is 1984
Where we are heading for,
What for?...

I think therefore I am,
I feel therefore I am not,
I am invisible to the structures of the mind,
I am able to rise,
Between the thoughts of the blind,
Within I find the treasure,
That all seek,
The meek inherit the earth,
What does this mean?
Rebirth.

The worth in mirth,
Shapes the claim,
As I claim that nothing matters,
No-thing is important or real,
The 8th seal is the covenant of love,
It is the meaning,
That is peeling in these days and times,
No true understanding or feeling,
Numbed by a glass of wine,
As we turn from the truth,
Which is hidden in obscurity,
A purity so soft,
So gentle that the petals of flowers,
Float on the wind of kind words,
The birds of feathers,
Come together with like mind,
But when the mind is blind to the heart,
Half truths are claimed,
This pulls us apart,
The innocent are maimed,
As the magnetic north,
Has bought and sold,
Integrity like gold.

The values declines on the stock exchange,
The house loses the home,
The family uses the phone,
Lines of communication are severed,
Fragmentation becomes a unit,
Unitary and alone.

We are drifting off shore,
The law of averages,
The average law,
Pays for injustices,
The hypnotic oath,
Floats on the hypocritical boat,
Of refugees dispossessed of freedom,
In their own land,
I understand the dysfunction,
I understand the injunction,
The compunction to change course,
To a new teaching,
Where I do not teach,
But search to return love,
To the hearts of the brave,
Who emerge from the cave,
Of ignorance,
Seeking the light,
Of enlightenment,
To navigate their way ...
... home...



In My Dreams

You were in my dream laughing,
You moved from your office,
Hiding in another office,
From me.

We worked together,
Why do you walk away,
I am in your space,
I hear you laughing with such a joy,
You laughed so much,
I caught your infection,
Smiling to myself,
At these moments of perfection.

I was on the radio,
I am speaking of peace and nonviolence,
I select my gifts to give to the people,
I scatter ideas on the sparkles of love,
New seeds bring growth from the mud
 of discontent.

I am reading inspiration,
I am quoting from great antiquity,
Messengers of heroic proportion,
Announcing with clarity,
The distortion of war,
The futility of hatred,
Where innocence has bled on the battlefields
Of ignorance.

I am bringing them to life,
Resuscitating ancient musings,
Lao Tsu is calling to me in the age of confusion,
He whispers oneness,
He whispers about the universal way,
That we are not our bodies,
In these buildings of clay.

Eleanor Roosevelt was a woman of vision,
Unity from division,
The Universal Declaration,
Was humanities conscience,
A woman with the weight of the world on her shoulders,
Aware of the horrors of soldiers,
Out of the graves of the world war,
The skeletons of shadows,
Melt into the ashes of Japan's flashes,
Sketch the outline of the blind,
Who cannot see the substance,
Out of the wake of humanities crime.

I am speaking to no-one,
I am speaking to someone,
In the studio there is only me,
There is only one voice,
The voice of choice,
Echoes from my being,
I am seeing acts of kindness,
At random,
I send my poetry,
On the wings of love,
I felt my connection to you in that moment,
It was striking,
I almost stuttered,
Were you listening,
To the broadcast,
Or is it just the strength of my feeling,
Steeling my attention,
As I remember you.

It is an endless wait,
It is an endless fate,
Filled with the patience of a million years,
Removed from the pain of a million fears,
Each day opens a new chapter,
Each word is filled with rapture and suspense,
As I wonder if it ends,
This story is a chance,
For real freedom.





State of Mind

The pieces are scattered,
Over the memories in time,
For those that seek,
They will never find,
For this feeling,
Is a state of mind.

This concept of peace,
Is the precept,
It is a word that is used,
Infinitum,
But is it the truth of what we say,
Or is it a process that frays,
With vested interest.

We have all experienced small moments,
The fading of a sunset,
Staring into a open fire,
The smell of the ocean,
Witty satire,
It is the space between the words,
It is the silence in your speech,
It is a moment of understanding,
It is the goal that you  have reached.

Is it the loosening of boundaries,
Is it the acceptance of difference,
Is it indifference to judgement,
Is it the hope that shines in your eyes,
The glimmer of joy as you realise,
That you are special,
That you herald,
A new era,
The future it seems,
It is when you believe,
That all will be okay,
In the end,
That life is the present,
That your journey sends.

For me there is nothing to tolerate,
For me there is nothing to accept,
For I value all equally,
My life is circumspect,
My scrutiny turns inward,
As the world can change through me,
I have the power to see,
The potential in me.

I will speak honestly with others,
But the responsibility is mine,
The world is a mirror,
That reflects my innermost beliefs,
So if I want to change the outcome,
It is the weeds that I must seek,
To remove the darkness,
To remove the stains,
To heal the hurts,
And lose the chains,
Of misconception,
Of error,
To develop an inner sight,
Where I am fairer,
So I will cultivate my garden,
From organic seeds,
So that I may grow naturally,
In harmony,
The tree,
That stands tall,
That stands strong,
That sings a different tune,
To a new song.

Father

A step father,
Who is out of step,
For his son has set,
Another day will not rise,
As the bitterness rises in his cold eyes.

You sought refuge in your books,
Another world to escape,
The harsh look,
To feel unwanted,
To feel second best,
To go through life,
You buried your chest.

On the run,
Running to have some fun,
Living on the edge,
Challenges take you to the ledge,
As you pear over,
Your peers led you astray,
For many years,
You had to pay.

But mothers love,
Is the dove of compassion,
Returning to herself,
For you are one,
Always in the background,
Aware of where you are,
Wishing in her heart,
That you will go far.

You never failed,
You failed to see,
The shining light that you were to me,
My memory is indelible,
Your friendship was incredible,
Through the eyes of my child,
I see into your soul,
You were not a role,
But a refuge to me,
A gentle friend,
To guide me,
Making me see,
The good in my mother,
A raft in a rocky sea,
Awash with tears,
Overflowing with pain,
Living with turbulence,
Left a stain,
But in the rain of new understanding,
I see the value in each gem,
The words of my teacher,
The example of my tutor,
To stay away not to engage,
In the anger,
Of another's rage.

A life of conflict,
Intolerance, irritation and demands,
Were the roof of your house,
But somehow never a home,
I see you in your work,
I see you always alone.

Such walls have you constructed,
Your heart is deconstructed,
By harshness,
And firm words,
That burn the softness,
Of what you've learned,
The sharpness of criticism,
Cuts deeper than injury,
For it seeks to put you down,
To belittle your state,
To isolate your nation,
So that they can build their gate.

I see the violence,
I see the embarrassment,
I see the humiliation,
And my heart is pained,
For I am mute,
I can say nothing again,
Just watch you changing,
And feel your pain.

You say all is comfort,
All is security,
But what purity is there in impunity,
Where your self seeks solace,
Your self seeks the pattern of routine,
A work in progress,
Where the day never ends,
When you can sit in your garden,
No need to pretend that you are happy,
For this is the sunflower,
That is wilting,
That is thirsty for a drink,
From the fountain of love.

The shadow that hangs over your heart,
The dark cloud,
That rains on your hopes,
That closes down your horizon,
That sets your step in stone,
The child is still alone,
Waiting to exist,
But you persist in your story,
You don't leave to find glory,
For you gave up on your dreams,
You see age as the cul de sac,
A dead end street,
You will wait out your time,
For life has been long,
And laughs have been short,
But you did your best,
You had many tests,
Which you passed,
You were never less.
As I cast the stone of love,
To ripple in your pond,
You may not see my reflection,
But I reflect you,
My heart is heavy that we couldn't hold hands,
That my dad doesn't understand my passion,
That my course has brought me much wealth,
Although it is not visible,
I have my health,
My happiness shimmers through the clown,
Which receives such love from strangers in the crowd,
But this is my path,
Peace and nonviolence is my staff,
Which I carry in this life,
As I climb my mountains,
Inner sense and fountains,
Of love for you.

For your image floats through my mind,
An invisible connection,
I found,
Travels to you,
With the wish upon the wind,
For your happiness,
For your freedom,
For the magic of love,
To arrive at your kingdom,
So that the colours come alive,
The music makes you cry,
To feel a new life,
Full of vigour and kites,
Is the wish I send to you,
Every night.


I am working on the project for peace,
I am a work in progress,
My motivation peaks and falls,
I feel trapped behind these walls.

I feel so unmotivated,
My resources are few,
It is hard to get moving,
My emotions are glue,
Holding me in formation,
Transfixed to the spot,
The world seems so narrow,
I am in the slot.

Psychological quagmire,
Inner directed,
The fog of the mire,
Obscures my vision,
As I create more distraction,
Refraction of thoughts undisciplined and wild,
Lost in confusion,
For a while.

I have to get organised,
Maybe fear is my friend,
Move me in a direction,
That omni sends,
But I am too relaxed,
I am too protected,
Too much time alone,
My spirit has defected.

Perhaps I wait for another day,
The future is created in each moment,
Don't you know,
We are making it all up,
In this show.

We take it all too seriously,
We put too much pressure on,
I think I just found the answer,
To this song.

Go and do what makes you happy,
Why not be free,
See something new,
It is time to see,
That you are only bound by imagination,
And in truth this is greater than the sea,
For it spreads for all eternity,
The pity is to dream.

So cast off,
Set the sails,
I feel my energy rising,
Through the ceiling of my confinement,
I do not have to stay with this,
It is time I went.

So I will go and create my day,
Leave this computer behind,
Look for the signs of freedom,
Projected on my inner wall,
I will create a new story today,
I will listen to the call.




Adult World

Living in your adult world,
Have you ever known love,
That is not bought and sold,
Have you ever blown a kiss,
That didn't miss,
That tear is in fear,
Rolling down the face of stone.

Hard and removed,
Aloof and confused,
The child says nothing,
For he has nothing to say,
Listening silently,
His love is grey,
Without wisdom,
Without experience,
Without knowing the promise,
That waits quietly for his mind,
To change,
To find that there is more then an empty silence,
An echo in the chamber,
A cold wind blows him in the direction of lust,
He is flushed,
He is finished,
He is ending,
He sees no future,
He is young,
But dead inside,
For I am attending his funeral,
But my flowers bring colour,
My words are the lover,
The dove that rests lightly on his branch,
Watching him closely,
For he is out of range for the moment.

But I am sending the seeds,
I am filling his needs,
I am opening the door slightly,
I am prodding him gently,
I am the light in the darkness,
That knows no end,
I am the new beginning,
I am what god sends,
To the lost and the lonely,
To the homeless and tired,
For I am the fire,
That burns brightly in your soul,
I am the future,
I am waiting for you,
I am listening for your call,
In answer to your fall,
Don't forget me my friend,
For I send you life,
I am resurrection,
I am protection,
I am the messenger,
Did you get my message,
That you are beautiful,
That you are great,
That your presence excites me,
Come to me,
Before its too late,
I will change your world,
I breath life into your existence,
I am curious to see,
If you give up this resistance.

Distant Beacon

The sound of the jetcat,
a distant beacon,
on the half hour like morse code,
interrupts my slumber.

I roll over to drown in the feeling
of nothingness,
a sense of senselessness, quiet, peace
pervades my being,

In the twilight of my mind I
drift rolling over my dreams,
the dreams seem so real,
I am nonchalantly learning,
they connect with my inner feel.

The dreams like instructions,
remind me of things I wish to bury,
but they reoccur again and again
from the unconscious they are conscious
and they influence my emotional state,
entering into my constant fate.

I awake lying very still,
thoughts rolling through my mind like
waves crashing on to the beach,
the images like seagulls flying,
circling,
sounds alerting me to contemplate,
again sounding the horn of my fate.

My mood a melancholy,
as it tremors through my soul,
sets the pace of the day,
overwhelmed I just don't want to say,
I feel a pain as it shudders through my neck and shoulder,
time seems so chaotic,
I don't feel any older,
our lives so affected,
we cannot consider ourselves alone,
my heart carries me through the darker tone.

Everything is so subtle we don't know how we feel,
we cover, protect, distract, protract our attentions,
but in fact we are living in suspension,
Oh I know I cannot escape the mood prevailing me,
but I guess in retrospect a second sight I see,
through the down we go up,
when we go up there is no ground,
I thank god for my good friend,
in god I have found.

No Style

I don't like my writing,
it waffles linearly down the page,
it tries to rhyme and be clever,
but its at such a basic stage,
I cannot find the words,
they elude me all the time,
the frustration erupts from my eyes,
as I try to weed out the lies,

My fingers tap brisquely on the keyboard,
but the words don't stand up and shout,
they merely dirty the screen,
with short smudges on white.

I can't find a style that develops my deepened heart,
it either comes out too mushy,
or trails off on some unrelated track,
I just can't get it to write properly,
and deepen a chosen track.

The Rocks

The silhouette in stark contrast on the horizon,
the ancient beacons calling out to me,
just a pile of rocks was uttered in my ear,
just a pile ordered, positioned and functioning,
with an historic echo superseding space and time,
a calling card intertwined.

Many attribute meanings of which I don't really understand,
but paradoxically it is evident
a dynamic stability,
a drawing in of congeniality,
with each pace,
circling the configuration,
the shapes begin to change,
I relish the contradictions,
in the density,
height
and range.

Burial mounds connect the human
dimension,
a forgotten memory of what we used to be,
whether real of superstition,
many meanings were seen,
adding a purpose to existence,
of which now we can only dream.

When we look into biology,
and glance backward over our shoulder,
at the rough typology,
my life is interwoven into the landscape,
elevation and depr4ession,
shaping my profile,
reworking the child,
to me the rocks,
are not a pile,
they are strange,
a mystery,
worn down by time,
the meaning is out of range,
but I cannot pretend,
that I was not moved,
by Stone Henge.


No Avail

The small child,
with the easy smile,
and suddenly seen,
blushes shades of red,
unbearable shame for quite
a while.

She grows into a woman,
and feels a special love for
so many,
but the fly on the wall
knows she's crying,
because no-one will pick
her up when she falls.

She's tried so hard to compete
in the real man's world,
but those eyes are so narrow
they will never let her in,
all her life pushing the humanitarian
barrel,
to no avail.

IN PEACES

The peace we seek,
Finds its balance in the stream,
Where one floats,
Where one flows,
Where one knows the direction,
Knows the perfection,
Of each moment of now.

Chasing shadows,
Rumors ...
The carrot that evokes,
That stokes,
The fires of passion,
But given in rations,
We are all in fragments,
We are in all shards,
We are all on guard,
For the words that travel to your heart,
Can be misleading,
Can be stealing,
Your peace away.

So I close my eyes,
An invitation to inner sight,
Inner rites,
Ancient memories,
That find a haven,
In the heart of gold,
That can't be sold,
For there is no ownership,
Just a ship on the ocean of life,
Where the journey leads me,
Into situations of my making,
Where the stakes appear high,
The bar is low,
Too much talking,
Because no-one knows,
What to do,
Or more importantly,
What to be.

I await reason,
I await the season,
I listen for the change,
I feel so strange,
For I know I am out of step,
My rhythm is arrhythmic,
Silently kept,
Behind the windows of my signs.

I am the guide,
I am the way,
My love is my pay,
That rewards me richly,
As I am kept afloat by strangers,
Tickling my life,
Reminding me that I am floating,
On the carpet of security,
Which resides in the house,
Of my home,
To which I will return,
When my heart finds completion,
And that is the reason,
I come to you.

The peace is my hollow,
It is the spaces in the lines,
It is the quiet time,
That wraps its warmth around my lonely heart,
As I walk this road alone,
Awaiting my companions,
Of whom I do not know,
But love will shine in the eyes of wisdom,
And they will remind me that I am fine,
That I am on time,
That the work is nearly done,
As I spread the fun,
That travels to my thoughts,
And delivers the message,
Through my smiles.


A CHILD'S EDEN

Take my hand my friend,
My memory is poor,
My hearing is faint,
But I can see clearly,
That we are all saints,
There are no sinners,
There can only be winners,
When we see that we need each other,
That the world is one,
When we forget and forgive,
And share where we live,
Step aside from the fear,
Give to show that we care,
For money is not security,
It builds walls,
To keep my family out,
It accumulates and shouts,
It insulates,
And perpetuates,
Misunderstandings.

What is this place the Middle East?
It is not the top,
It is not the bottom,
It is east of where?
From a satellite,
There is only space,
For there is enough space for everyone.

Strategic interests,
Biblical references,
For there are those in reverence to words,
Koranic guidance,
Values and morals are transmitted as truth,
For these verses are the roof,
To those seeking shelter,
From the heat of division,
Where they swelter at the road block,
There is no road map,
When one chooses another path to Eden.

When I close my eyes,
And open my heart,
I see my people in all the faces,
I see the innocence in the children's eyes,
For they don't disguise,
They don't premeditate,
They radiate unconditional love,
And I see the dove,
Flying over their heads,
It is looking to land,
In their hands,
For the land is the place of rest,
It is the place of nourishment,
It is without boundaries through the eyes of a bird,
It is for giving,
There are no lines,
There is no division,
Of any kind.

From a birds eye view,
I go to Golan heights,
I see golden sights,
I see the sea of Galilee,
I go to where the olives grow,
And I know,
That they are hurting,
That all peoples are in pain,
The weight of history is a strain,
So how do we start afresh,
How do we create a new,
Through the eyes of the children,
Where the vision is clear,
Where unity is not through fear,
To play with other children,
Without a care,
For they see the same,
It is all a game,
For it is in games that we meet as friends,
That we scream with delight,
That we imagine and shine,
That we experience the sublime,
That we smell the first flowering scent,
Of shared futures,
Reconstruction of social constructs,
Is not luck or force,
It is part of the course to peace,
It is the freedom,
That love seeks.







REAL HOPE

Real hope is not a dream,
Real hope is the seam,
In the seamless reality of love,
It is the golden dove,
That will descend on the hearts of millions.

Real hope is of value,
It is the comfort in the song,
It is the sweetness in the honey,
It is smile upon the face of humanity,
It will wash away the insanity,
It is the greatest national security,
And the most valuable gift I can deliver.

For it is in our humour that we find the child,
It is in the children that we remember who we are,
It is the question,
Not the answer,
That holds the deepest meaning,
For the mind stretches out to other possibilities,
Answers conclude,
Questions extend,
Within a infinite universe,
The possibilities are endless,
But we must seek before we find,
See before we are blinded,
By the confusion that clouds our reason.

For it is the season,
In this age,
That we must reconnect with love,
Identify with compassion,
Create with passion,
Love over fashion,
Community over economic rations,
That distribute much to the few,
And little to the many,
It is time to return the bounty,
Return the mounting equity,
To the equality of all,
For power is in the people,
People power is the temple,
To which we honour,
Ourselves.

It is when we reclaim,
Ourselves,
That we identify with our true value,
It is in responsibility,
That we can respond,
We can do something,
It is in empathy,
That I feel you,
That I stand in your shoes,
It is in awareness,
That we can never lose,
Because I open my eyes,
To myself and to others,
I observe what is so but judge not,
It is in love,
That I feel,
With my human family.

It is in honesty,
I can honestly say,
That my truth is expressed,
And the truth of others blessed,
So that we can see,
To tell the blind horseman on the blind horse,
That he is heading towards the abyss.

The oneness of our planet,
Is generous to all without favour,
Oh Gaia is alive and speaks with one voice,
Of which we reverberate in harmony,
The peace that settles over me,
Returns when I am true to myself,
And fulfills my sacred pact,
My purpose is revealed,
In the way I truly feel.

And so it is that I enjoy my moments,
As a clown,
I laugh, sing and play,
With everyone,
Every day,
Because there is so much I can give,
There is so much I receive,
As the colours dance around my heart,
And my bells jingle their song to you,
I know I belong,
And I don't feel alone,
Real hope,
Rises up from below.

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