We are the light

I'm aware of the light of my body and mind, fore I effect the universe, and all living kind, so I cast a shadow of light from within the darkness of the cave, and step forth with light into the light, the first fight for the first brave.

Stars, planets, swarms and plague's, sunset and sunrise, moon phase and stage, the ladder of degradation and elevation leads to one's salvation, people of all shapes, sizes and guises fight to gain light, so the fight continues towards the light.

Emotions, morals and my entire inner being effect my body and my surroundings' way of seeing, fore we and our environment are created, we live in harmony, the levels of harmony balanced with levels of light determine our levels of sight, blindness and insight, in turn consequential levels of morality correlate with perfection to self reflection and mental selection, and strategy.

They'd look a different way if someone took my surroundings from me today, if I was to leave them behind for someone blind, who has no light or fight or any inner strength in sight.

Good and bad can really be seen in the skin, the mixture of light and dark holds the truth within, my energy transmits through my body, solid and ready, through my solar plexus to change the energy that my environments share with my care, through particles in the air.

My aura has a life transmitting energy of its own, it's two tone, it radiates back and forth from my body to my environment. This is what is meant when we sense a vibe, Jackyl and Hyde, good and bad energy, dead or alive.

Let there be light shining on you and to others from you.

From the light we are created and to light we go. 

We ARE our environment and our environment is us, we are not merely part of the created universe past and gone, we are the universal eternal light that The Light shines on!

At least I'm alive

I'm switched on,

Like a bomb, 

Ready to detonate,

my internal sensations are heightened,

Intrigue and fascination of life is my focus,

I'm wired.

Everything is internalised,

Everything is outward in and letting the eruption begin,

Every colour,

Every texture,

Every feeling,

Every thought,

I'm ready to explode.

I walk and it's quiet,

I slide open the door,

I enter,

The garden is an overload to my eyes, 

I've been here thousands of times,

It's my secret,

My altar, 

My mystery,

It conjures words I must express,

It has limits, but limitless,

It has boundaries, but is boundless,

It is small, but is monumental.

I touch a Salvia leaf, 

And take in its aroma,

Sweet and herbal,

I see the golden rose,

It's multiple shades of sunrise mesmerise my sight,

The glossy leaves of the Aralia are smooth and shine in the late summer sun.

I take my sandals off and ground my feet onto the sandstone tiles, 

I tip toe and feel the ache in my calf muscles,

I take a deep breathe and broaden my chest, 

Exhaling I soon slow down and think of life and of death,

I look up and see the vast expanse and questions enter my mind, many questions, and I question these questions,

What does it matter? I think.

The greatness of life is too much to take. 

I step back inside, boil some water in a kettle and make a coffee with honey and milk, and sip it.

My father enters my mind,

At least I'm alive, I think,

believe me,

Then my mind steps back and re-engages,

So is he.

I look out the window, the blinds up, I see the sun.

The day of light

I sip my coffee with listless lips, my hands weak and shaky, I weep for those who suffer, I weep for those who've gone,

I feel grief and for all I've done wrong, 

but, then I pray,

There is a plane that's heading for those who wait,

Beyond the sky, beyond the gate,

And on the way, I watch and wait,

For the final day.

War rages in my mind, in my home, in the streets,

It devours everything it eats, the poor man opens his hands and cries, the rich man brushes aside and sighs,

But, there's a plane that's heading for those who wait,

Beyond the sky, beyond the gate,

And on the way, I watch and wait,

For the final day,

It's buried in the cemeteries 

It's hidden in the darkest morning,

It's everywhere babies gently  sleep,

For the final day 

Won't creep, it will explode into your life with thunder and lightning to quell the noise and fighting!

With power at hand,

Feet resting upon his foes, and without a change of mind,

But, only to be kind,

He said "LET THERE BE LIGHT" and there was light, and the light was in sight!

There's a plane that's heading for those who wait,

Beyond the stars, beyond the gate,

And on the way, I watch and wait,

For the final day is here,

The day of

Light will come, 

Then there will be 

Freedom!

Freedom!

Freedom!

In response to the Queen's Funeral

People ought not be judged by title or status, wealth or power, but the most respected legacy must be one which touches your soul with personal kindness and sacrifice, with tears and great happiness, and most of all with love. Love brings peace to your mind, warmth to your heart and ease to your body. Let not pomp and pageantry, misguide you into thinking one is great, fore out of the  womb we all were born and to the earth we end up. The greatest of all people is the least of all. I shed a tear for any good person who passes, but none should be elevated above another to make another feel lesser. Poverty, squalor, hunger, suffering and turmoil is what many experience, yet to be given a title and to do it, this is no great honour. Is not a homeless person just as valid, is not a refuse collector doing worthy work, is not a poor artist or destitute poet not accomplished, are they not worthy of praise, like all good people are? When my father died, I said a speech, nobody could hear, as the microphone was deliberately switched off. When I choked up and cried when I spoke, did anyone care? It was a small funeral, modest, did anyone apart from my mother and I really appreciate the significance of this day? You may honour and submit, you may lower your head in honour, but I do not lower mine, only in grief and condolences do I show my respect. I lower my head to my father who brought me up, and to my mother also, but not to someone I have never met nor know. My parents who fed me and changed my nappies, who supported me and encouraged me through the rigours and challenges of life. Where were the trumpets and horses when I recovered from my mental breakdown, and when my father lost his mind with dementia? When my mother ran for her life? When my sister was to die from lack of oxygen and my brother unable to walk was carried to intensive care to save his life? This is not jealousy or bitterness, but rather it's what ought to be thought and what ought to praised, and what ought to be respected. When my God, who I have faith in, was born, not in great power but in humility and died on the tree did anyone but his mother, the apostles and few others weep and mourn. Not thousands, not millions. All people on the earth are the same, only God is above us, only Heaven, where we want to be brings us glory, and to get there we must follow a childlike and humble path, lowly in mind and with spirit. 

Kermit the frog 🐸

He was a tadpole of mine,

Stolen from school and made sublime,

From one in a hundred he was made a unique friend,

I did a bad thing, but created a Godsend,

In my garden he would grow,

What he knew I didn't know,

I fed him meat hung on a string,

Such satisfaction and reward he did bring,

From an ice-cream box, I made a pond in the earth,

I added stones and rocks, he never made a sound,

I saw him jump around and then one day he did something profound,

On his back I saw him, in the water of his home, 

I was sad, but this frog was saved,

I recognised him as a friend and companion, maybe it's what this frog craved,

He was looked after day by day,

Though he didn't have much to do or say,

To me, I did a great thing,

To him life I did bring,

And he gave back joy and a smile,

To a child that's going the extra mile!

We'll meet again I'm sure anyhow,

I have no doubt,

Somewhere somehow! 

Ingrained

To fathom a single lick of paint on a Cathedral ceiling, a bolt holding up a skyscraper,  a blade of grass on a football pitch, tiny, but is the solid fabric of the whole with a soul.

Like me, I'm ingrained, part of society, part of the planet Earth, part of the Universe, part of the Creators creation,

Truth is in my bones and the cells of my body.

At home, in the streets, in the parks and parades, in the towns and cities, as I walk and talk, workout or rest, I always do my best,

I can do anything I set my mind to with help from the Man above and His love!

Hairs on a dog,

Feathers on a bird,

Moistness on a frog, 

The following of a herd,

I tingle at details, adrenaline rushes from that which makes you what you are...

Where am I from? They ask.

From the earth, made by the hands of God, from a spark in the womb of my mother.

Where are you from? I say back!

Peckham? Portsmouth? Hollywood? Or the Outer Hebrides? Hawaii?! 

A Nightingale's home isn't a cage, it wants to be free to sing it's beautiful song!

Assumption and ignorance go hand in hand, because you don't know me until you know me!

I've got Angels watching out for me, kicking away those demons! With my prayers I'm bullet proof, with my head low and my eyes focussed I'm aware! Every single thing happens for a reason, that's where controlling your thoughts and actions is a preventative remedy for the soul!

My thoughts, my character, my point of view, my truth is my truth! 

That's my proof! That's my identity! Don't box me in, don't shove me in a corner, my ego doesn't prevail, so neither will yours! Who's got your back?! My back is gotten by The Creator and Sustainer of The entire Universe!! 

Like the leaves on an Olive tree or drops of water in the Red Sea,

They make it what it is, 

Just like Grapes make the vine,

You know a tree by its fruit, and those fruit don't fall far from the tree,

Select and savour those good fruit, for they are sweet and kind, so taste and see, and you will know who you are and who is for you! 

Freedom will come

I'm Locked in a cage

in the confines of my home,

people listen in as

I fight with my thoughts,

anger, resentment and worry,

people point the finger and talk with certainty about uncertain things and 

think they know me, when I don't even know them,

I rage inside,

my mind races,

I pace back and forth,

restless and unrelenting.

Then one day,

Someone unlocks my life,

Not with a key or with their hands,

But with a small word of encouragement,

A true word of love

and peace overwhelmed me,

Peace grew around my body like a vine, holding me firm and giving me strength,

The vine didn't hold me down, but like a friend it held me and helped me on my way to freedom.

With freedom anything is possible,

Anything which stems and has its roots in nourishing goodness,

The earth in which we walk has this goodness,

But only with unquenchable hope can everlasting shoots grow, 

It is hope soaring high into the clouds that gives ultimate freedom,

The Eagle is strong and tenacious, and grapples with talons clinging onto hope with vigour, 

But it is only with the Doves spirit of peace and stillness that hope lasts! 

The descended Dove displays inner strength, spiritual powers to tackle life's greatest warfare! 

Never give in to your demons!

Never let your enemies cloud your judgement,

Hold on to what is dear to you and resist to be tainted and tarnished with words that are not you and never were, 

Never let another stand in your ground,

But, by all means help those who need help,

Give with generosity,

Share your love with kindness,

Be a rock and a Dove,

Be the Lion and the Lamb,

Be a force of nature and a spiritual King!

Freedom will come,

With peace in your heart and hope gives rest to us all! 

Sacrifice

I open my book and read.

Is this it? Is it time? Can things get worse?

I'm scratching and crawling,

Itching and gnawing, gnashing my teeth with anger,

Irritation sending me up brittle scaffolding in this hot and dusty time. 

Beautiful sun rays gaze through the floating thick clouds, 

But, I can't appreciate this natural wonder right now,

I'm in a phase of pointing my finger and setting the world to rights,

Fighting fights I can't win,

There in my head, so I must let go and take in the magnificence of my surroundings, and throw these thoughts to the bin.

The shine, the reflections, the blaze of the sun, leaves synthesising light, they never lose their life is won. One in being alive and two in simplicity, three in nourishing the world and four in synchronicity. Synchronised better than any clock to the natural world, they know I'm there, they see me and hear me.

Trees experience trauma, but never complain, they only give and help us sustain, they see the light and grow towards it, exhaling life into our lungs and systems. Everything that has breath sings and calls the name of that which helps it grow, I believe. The flow of water to the roots, into the shoots, creates a perpetual motion and unending cyclical growth of hope.

Both beast and herb are precious, 

we eat them to live, 

all life is sacrifice,

With kindness and giving,

Without eachother there is no living.

The lamb was sacrificed and endured torture, 

The fish was caught and eaten,

The lion was tamed and became a friend,

The donkey was ridden on to the death,

And the horse led the way.

The thunder cloud is descended and the final olive branch is received,

The palm leaves are held high.

 

It is time! 

 

Love is the warmth

Love is within us,

We must show and feel it,

Expose the fire and kindle our openness,

As light brings the food of the future,

Creating real dreams and affectionate soft petal-like touches.

Be a broad Palm leaf absorbing the sunlight,

Soak it up and transmit your positive oxygen,

Only goodness comes in this way and only the breath of exhilaration is exhaled.

Earthy hands feel the compost of creation,

Remember your roots and

Embrace change,

Even the slightest touch of love must be held close,

So that it can grow,

Like a grapevine it clings on to structure and strength,

Expanding and giving fruit, it's voluminous sweetness is ever tasted.

Wiping my brow in the heat,

My inner glow never ends,

I show it and absorb it,

Show your desire and the fire you feel,

This energy of steps of bare feet to the sea is cooled, but not quenched as the dazzle must continue from inside.

The spark snaps and crackles,

Jumping forward to new places and people,

Remembering flames showering you like falling embers of blossom,

As brightness comes through the silhouette of the Sycamore and onto my face,

I hold this atmosphere strong and close!

Poetry Manifesto

How many people really know you?!

Your inner state of being,

The crux that holds you together,

The outward appearance, hiding the inner frailties forever,

The confusion within the mess that is your stress and your strain of life,

Your solid strength and your timid weakness. How many people really know these things?

Do people really know you?!

What you've experienced, your deepest sadness, your euphoric victories!

What drove you insane and back from brink of insanity again,

What surrounds your soft centred and the grit in your outward exterior,

What you see in the mirror and who looks back,

The explosion in your mind and the damage in your heart,

What really brings you peace and joy, sorrow, ecstasy and a warmth inside!

I know who I am brethren!

Do you know who you are?

If you wear a mask, ripped it off with pleasure and show the world who you truly are!

What makes your heart beat and skip,

Are you in essence good or evil?

Because for me it's clear cut!

Do not judge me sonny, by your standards!

Do not belittle me boy, with your slander,

Undermine me at your peril girl, 

Abuse and use me at your own detriment missy,

I'm nobody's puppet,

Nobody's toy,

I'm not soft clay that you can mould how you want,

Yes, I'm speaking for the many who have been hurt!

Yes, I'm angry! And I should be! Nothing wrong with that! No darkness in anger if expressed in a good and right way brothers and sisters!

I'll always be the rock,

Right at the depths of the deep,

Fore there is always only one way I aim,

I aim high!

I rise!

I float above and beyond the stars and ride the asteroid waves!

I kick star dust in the face of the bully!

I sweep them under the crust of the Earth and pat the earth firmly down!

My friends are the animals and birds, the plants and flowers and trees!

My friends are the few,

The few self aware people who shine the light of goodness and the sensitive souls, whose only fault is that sensitive and delicate nature.

Beware of the Grizzly Bear and the Harpy Eagle, the Wren and the Weasel, the Buttercup, the Dandelion and the Daisy, fore my friends are all around, 

The man and woman whose hand I grasp graciously, and open up to and tell them what's on my mind and in my heart! 

Fore they are strong and courageous to the core!

Open your windows and reveal your soul to the neighbourhood,

Let them spread their rumours, 

Let them squabble amongst themselves,

Rise above their pettiness

Above their idle gossip and chit chat,

Forget what your teachers told you,

Professors and lecturers too,

Forget vanity and arrogance,

Forget French philosophy,

Forget that nonsense Nietzsche uttered,

Remember the Forerunner,

Remember the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last,

This is what makes a person stronger - Faith, Hope and above everything on the face of the Earth and in the entire universe... It is Love!!! 

Love is what makes you strong!

The three Sparrows

With warm love on their wings they float to the heart of the the city,

The distant sound of bells toll as they fly,

The air is fresh,

The sound crisp, my stomach strong and mind free as I watch them ground,

Sun light breaks through thick cumulus,

They chirp not calling to eachother,

But in praise to their creator,

They breath and they hope too,

With joy they fly off,

With pride they praise,

They swoop down and meet at a cross roads,

Where there are berries to eat and water to sip,

They hop and jump with verve and fascination.

Flying away as the clouds seal once again,

They head forth to a new land, a new vehement,

To begin a new life,

No danger will touch them there,

Their persistence will continue only with a bowed soul and bold head,

Never to see death,

Never to witness suffering,

Here at the heart of the city there is only salvation.

The sparrows weave a golden thread,

And seal it with a knot, 

Tying our hearts with the light of loving kindness,

Immediately the flowers of Heaven and Earth take bloom and an explosion of colours and scents rise in the soft breeze of humid heat of the this humble day,

Here now is the celebration of life in us all,

The growing in expectation,

The wonderment of the future,

To see only and feel only energy that is pure and good,

In the hearts of these bringers of hope,

The sparrows delight,

And as they fly away not far behind cometh The Light.

A nostalgic peace

If you look deeper you will find that the world is not surface superficial. It is not the pain in the neck electronic garble and nonsensical air time, it is not. 

It is nature, It is travelling and seeing, and experience,

It's the stepping onto a bridge from one place to another,

It's a shaking embrace, tears and expression,

It is art and music of laughter and painting on canvas with oil or acrylic,

It is the beat of heart, rhythm of wind and water current,

love of green and brown, muddy water and mess,

Playing outside and eating lollypops,

not being afraid and not having a care in the world.

It is looking in awe,

Seeing and valuing,

Stepping back and taking in,

Thorough appreciation and respect of the greatness of life.

The touch down of a gull on the surface of the ocean,

A burst of pace and sweat of a man,

The brute energy of wolf and dog,

The raw of a solitary lion,

A baritone or soprano sound or an outburst of improvisation,

The singing of birds in exhalation and exhilaration,

A stretching up and the kneeling down,

A prayer and sigh,

The breath and the life.

Return to the root of existence!