The Skilled Sailor

Many men sail in smooth seas,

Many men swim and sink,

Many men achieve nothing through ease and gain little from a calm tide.

The skillful man sails in the roughest waters,

He sails through waves of trauma bubbling upto the surface,

He sails through and passed breakdown and depression,

He sails through failure, up and down to calmer seas and to eventual Victory of Light in his eyes and mind!

The resilience of the Sailor means he sees the bigger picture,

The entire beauty of the oil on canvas,

He cultivates like a gardener and celebrates growth and learns with appreciation,

He accepts the critics and puts the power of effort before his talent,

10,000 hours practice to be proficient?

He puts in double, triple, more and more!

Training the muscles of his body and brain, 

cultivating his grit, determination and steel, 

His mentality is growth,

His mindset is strong,

His attitude is clear,

He redefines Genius fore his experience is a Hurricane that came and went!

He survived,

He learnt so much,

He can only succeed,

When he's low, when he panics, when he's confused, when he's stifled, 

He gets through those deep waters time and after time,

Because he knows he can!

He's not alone,

He knows his weaknesses are shared,

He's blood and bone, he's not made of stone,

When he hears "I Am With You" 

He rejoices,

The seas calm,

The sun rises,

It was worth the struggle, worth the pain,

Worth the effort,

There is everything to gain...

The Hand of Love Saves you from drowning every single time!

The Living Rose (An Easter Poem)

I'm a thirsty fiery Rose,

Who needs to be watered to survive,

The beauty is there,

I just need love and I just need care,

Delving deep into my soul,

Delving deep into a black hole,

That's where I used to be,

But I was never blind, I could always see,

My soul was always old and bright,

The hole is always filled with warmth and Light.

I thank the trauma of my childhood,

I thank the bullies and cheaters, and liers,

I thank the psychopaths and Narcissists, the backstabbers, the fakes and frauds,

The ignorant and arrogant,

The loose ties and cut cords, The ego centric ex cons, who see themselves as the light of the world, but who can't stand themselves or admit who they really are, I've seen it all, I've come very far.

I'm grateful for the hateful, but also for the blessings of friends and loved ones,

For the genuine and respected,

The honest and the modest,

For those who stumble, but are humble,

The fiery Rose is one of those,

As he was chosen and he chose,

He chose to forgive and rise, and he arose, he arose!

Trust is key, but so is truth and reality,

if you think you are pure, you're wrong, 

If you think you're a genius, you're deluded,

If you think you're the devil incarnate, you're far from the Truth,

If you believe you're a Saint, that's for others to judge, so don't go there,

Life is unfortunate and unfair,

But is also kind and mild,

Life like time can stop and stare,

It can be wicked and it can be wild.

The contradiction that is truth,

That the boastful are the weak and the humble are the untouchable,

That gratitude is never truly felt until regret brings more Roses to the grave,

Tears speak the truth as true

sorrow is heartfelt,

Prepare for true life,

The life beyond,

The life that sings joy and fulfillment,

The life of the living Rose,

Fore He arose, He arose, He arose! 

The Core

My core beliefs have now changed!

I'm ever ready and rearranged,

I'm lightening bolt charged durable with ability,

I'm no set menu,

My emotions have agility!

My worth is King,

I'm not good I'm great,

I don't like myself?

That's me back in the day,

I love who I am,

Because I can see it and say,

I'm the man,

Who made me,

Who made me see!

With God as my Fortress and Shield,

I will only build,

Build my soul from my core to my character,

I think back to before the mental crack,

Before immobilisation set in,

Before rigidity was the thing,

Untainted and untarnished,

Now I'm chiseled and varnished!

I step back and don't react,

I'm contained, measured, aware and I care,

I understand how people are, 

That boy with the talent has been realised,

And I can and will go far!

I'm not hear to people please,

Disagreement is fine,

My truth is my truth,

I'm like a fine red wine,

Mature and able to cope,

I'm not climbing the rope,

I'm Captain of the ship,

I'm at the top and see full scope!

This is a reminder to me and you,

That core beliefs don't have to stick like glue,

Don't have to govern who we are,

Be your own therapy,

Let your mentality be the remedy,

That comfort blanket can be obliterated,

And the past terminated,

It's over,

Start afresh now!

The Weed

The childhood effect is long lasting and ingrained in the soul,

But, for your mind as an adult break free,

with wealth of knowledge and conscious stealth,

Set yourself free and be who you were born to be!

Challenge the trauma,

Adapt like the flora and fauna,

Understand behaviour, Understand the mind, 

Be kind to yourself,

Forgive in time,

The past has passed,

You're over the line!

Look ahead with inspiration,

Wounds can heal,

Paint the pain out,

Draw it out,

Write the might you've gained,

Grow with the flow and glow,

Talk with resilience you've learnt,

Listen to music and birds, and magnificent words,

See the wonderment of life through great eyes!

You've been beaten down like a weed,

But, the strongest weeds can't be gotten rid of, can't be killed, won't be destroyed, they come back up, they grow again and again, and again, and with effort the weed will blossom, it will always be there, but through change the weed becomes an impenetrable force of outstanding beauty, from heart, to skin, to eyes, and most humbly wise!

You're not a weed no more,

You've grown up into the flower you are, with roots of strength and hope,

Which show in the petals, the face of a person who's been through nightmares, 

But if you crack the code,

You won't erode,

Those corrosive people of the past don't last,

As giving to a child your unhappiness so they feel unhappy is weakness,

Weakness doesn't last long,

Like a seed without life they are forever dormant,

But your life flourishes from a nourished past and a nourished mindset,

Break the cycle of the weed,

And walk tall like a flower of the Sun,

Like the star that you are!

You've come far!

The 12 Apostles

What if they existed now and see what I see?

What would they do?

What would they say?

Would they be nearer or further away?

Would they preach or stay silent,

knowing what they know?

Would they be still or have seeds to sow?

Would they cast their net wide?

Or would they only pray?

Would they be ridiculed as madmen, locked up and the key thrown away?

Would they speak to me, console me and tell me everything will be ok?

I weep as I wonder,

But, this is not lack of faith,

It's the state of the world and feeling unsafe,

I wish I could speak to Saint's Peter and Paul,

But, then again I pray to my Lord everyday,

And He here's my prayers, He hears what I say,

He listens intently and feels what I feel,

He knows me completely,

And knows how to heal,

My soul and body when they reunite,

But, whilst I'm here I'll always fight,

The battle of questioning that the devil ensues,

And stick to the humble path of The Good News!