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!

Never

Never limit yourself,

Never put yourself in a box,

Never let another manipulate you to there way of thinking or doing,

Never be stifled,

Break the mould, bust out if it,

Extend yourself and lend a hand of freedom!

Time?

Time is no object,

It's no restriction,

Never restrict yourself,

Never hold back,

Be a sayer and a doer, don't be cheap,

Never say can't, say I'll do my best, 

Allow people to say what they want,

They will sneer and geer and ridicule,

It doesn't matter,

Get back on your horse,

Time and time again,

Be humble, but bend for nobody,

Be kind, but not a fool,

Be generous, but don't be used.

I'll back up, but I won't crack up,

Those who attempted to destroy me failed forever,

You can't destroy me,

You got to destroy my soul and that's not happening,

I'm here and here I'll remain,

Like a beautiful aroma that lingers,

Forget me?

Nobody is forgotten,

Not in my eyes,

Not in God's eyes,

Get negativity away from me and believe, 

Have faith, be strong, be calm.

Never back down,

Agree by all means,

But stand firm,

Stand by your principles,

A year older, a year stronger,

To all those who think they made me?

I made myself,

God made me,

Life made me,

To those who think they know me and make assumptions?

I'm a lone warrior,

A man of iron, diamond, forged out of rock and steel,

armour plated!

I feel, but I'm bullet proof,

It's called encouragement, not arrogance,

It's knowing yourself and saying that's me,

It's loving who you are and saying I'm good, I'm great,

Never doubt goodness,

Fore goodness is the Light,

The Light is Way,

The Light is the Truth.

Zip it

I zip my jacket up

And Head out

I'm ready to break some balls...

On the count of three

You mess with me?

I won't lift a finger,

I've got bigger plans,

And higher strength,

Higher power!

Who's got your back?

I know who's got mine,

The invisible one,

The one who sees everything

And everyone,

Every action and every word,

So be careful of what you say and do,

As it comes back to lift or break,

Like an elevator or a rake, to take away or give for Heaven's sake!

I zip it up,

My foot lands with the beat,

I don't cheat, I'm no liar,

I enquire and I require trust and not a rusty key to my heart, I break that key when I see the truth in you, 

You are no good for me,

So I elevate myself again,

To a higher plain,

A spiritual plain,

A greater plain...

Because I've got so much to gain!

There's no stain on me,

Don't judge by looking,

What I'm eating or cooking,

How I might seem,

I'm seamless, I'm boundless,

I go on and on, I break the mould and box,

I'm cunning like a Fox,

And wise as an Owl,

I'm well read and I'm aware,

I'm ready when I step out of bed,

Groggy head, but my spirit is prepared,

Speak out of terms?

Zip it shut,

You'll be cut into ribbons,

When you throw your butt on the ground,

Caught unawares, when you least expect it,

Yes, life is hectic,

Life is tough,

You'll be caught with your trousers down and in the buff,

Looking rough...

That's why I'm always zipped,

I'm tough,

You don't know me,

That's my mantra,

That's my way,

On your bike and on the high way,

My route is route 77,

Straight to Heaven,

Where are you headed?!

I'm alone

I'm alone, 

With my thoughts,

With my imagination,

With my ideas and endeavours, and gifts.

But, I'm never alone,

The Magnificent One is with me, tending to me, helping me, steering me, guiding me along the right way, whether it be my brush or my pen, or my hopes and my choices, He is there and I am on His shoulders, sitting and thinking, and at all times safe.

His Angels battle as I battle,

Holding back those demons,

As the soul shows on the paper, one shows who they are through creativity,

Imagination is Good when it flows with the Spirit,

Imagination is angelic when it casts out the demons and cleanses the soul. 

What is genius?

An idea from a mind to help many minds,

Creativity and creation are genius,

A vibrating frequency which heals, 

And is sealed in history.

It's a pity how the helping hand is always hidden,

And the destroyers are always revealed and elevated,

But, the people will always see through lies and secrets,

The people are strong, 

The people are smart,

The people are no one's fool.

See the truth through the pomegranate branches in the garden of Eden, 

Be mysterious and you will be perfected in peaceful paradise, 

Shaking a genius by the hand in Heaven.

The Prisoner

Her heart is stone,

Her words are wicked,

Her actions evil.

Though she is free, she is captured in her own mind, enslaved in her own heart,

A prisoner of her own mentality.

She is an owner of a bird.

The bird though in the cage sings it's own humble song,

It has hope in its heart,

And it's song is beautiful,

It's wing's have not felt the flow of wind beneath them,

But it longs to fly,

Fly a flight of freedom.

With goodness in its heart the bird would spread joy to good people if only it had a chance. 

Then one day,

She, the owner, was unmasked for all to see,

Her wicked ways were revealed, 

her deceit was no more,

Returning home in her anger she threw the cage to the ground,

wept and pulled at her hair,

Still her every breath was one of hate though she was powerless.

The small cage door had opened,

The bird unscathed hopped out grateful for it's escape,

Never a prisoner.

Within lies freedom and now at the ledge of an open window it ruffled it's feathers and flew out.

The Treasure of Life

Give,

Give yourself to others,

Your love, 

Your time,

Your attention,

Open up and embrace joy.

Give,

Let your warmth hold others,

Let your energy be to help,

Let love guide your way,

It's time to be glad,

Talk and share your good life.

The treasure that exists is within us, it's our goodness, it's our strength, it's our pleasure to help others feel strong.

The angel that protects us wants the best for us,

With calming prayer and presents they are always beside us, let's be grateful and help others in turn.

Give,

Give yourself to others,

Your love, 

Your time,

Your attention,

Open up and embrace joy.

The Edge

It's about life or death,

Give in and die or accept,

Improvise and adapt or live a short brutish life,

Overcome your surroundings, your acquaintances and enemies,

If they bring a shadow in your life, you show them the light of the Sun, 

If they bring a noose or a gun,

You give them a candle and a flame of compassion and the passion in your heart,

If they show you evil,

You show them your strength,

If death surrounds them,

You become a flower of life and show the way,

If deception prevails in their heart, stand upright and tall, and be the torch they are looking for!

Those people are blind, 

they hide under a pure facade, inside is treacherous and sinister, 

They don't know themselves.

The ones that delve deeper,

Those seekers of joy realise they live on the edge,

They find a way to live in life,

Surrounded by impure demons with the devil in them.

Don't give in to the corrupt,

Step down and allow them their pedestal,

They will fall one day,

But, the risen keep rising,

For the bread of life is also the true word and here lie the facts,

Do unto others good things as this is way,

This keeps you alive and the edge, the pit, is far away,

The colours of the Sun change daily, 

But, the word and your life remain! 

Embrace the Grace

People dropping like flies, but we're made to believe the lies, mass distraction from the truth, the cause of death is revealed, but the truth is still concealed.

The deaths resemble a holocaust, people scream to speak there mind, but their mouths are closed,

And nobody listens, good people die for no reason, and Government is guilty of murder and treason.

Mass media is propaganda, Chemtrails kill us from above, the corrupted youth are lacking love, the protocols are true, these are apocalyptic times as the war is spiritual through and through, deception and ego is present in every pit, the deceiver is present among us, and high up does he sit, freedom of speech no longer exists, but we must resist, we must resist! 

Against all odds,

We are God's people,

Full of Grace and Love,

People of nature and light,

We must pray and we must fight the good fight.

Everything that has breath will sing to God, a song of freedom! and a song of love!

Everything that has breath, will rise above the world, above the carnage,

Beyond the trees and clouds and beyond the stars!

The birds will chirp,

The cattle will low,

Flowers will blossom,

Knees will bend and heads will bow,

Sight will be given to the internally blind,

And a fresh start for a weary mind,

Come and take your shield,

Come and drink pure water,

Come and lie in green field,

Let the sun shine on your face,

Let God heal your heart, 

Let your heart rise and embrace the Grace!