He is with us

And when the sun shone down,

And birds celebrated the Light,

And meadow flowers blew this way and that in the gust,

And even the Crickets praised the day with their sounds,

And the spiders webs glowed in glory,

And the lakes, the rivers and streams anticipated the coming of the day with purity and pace of movement of molecules, bubbling and flowing along in excitement,

And as dew filled the air, an azure, crimson, mauve and emerald mixed and rose from one expanse to another holding in its scope the entirety of nature below it, within it and above it, 

And at its end there was a treasure,

And this was the new day,

And the love that only a compassionate man feels absorbed this wondrous scene as though he was close to his Creator within creation, 

And he fell to his knees fore the power descending upon him was too great and too good, 

And he wept out of joy and felt awe and grace, as he knew that God was with him. 

The human heart

Mechanical excavation of deep earth reveals golden treasures, all matter of priceless antiquity's and relics, but none more marvelous than the revelation of the human heart.

Ask a simple question and arousal of depth and determination is explained...

Hello dear sir, how are you?

Well...

Let me begin...

I'm by the dark waters, next to "Capability Brown", heading in the same direction as his bronze statue, to the bridge over troubled water. An uphill road, but beautiful and serene, the waters are calm, the Geese likewise, people come and go, running and walking.

Like refuse collected on the edge of the river, I at times feel discarded, but even out of waste, flowers grow and flourish. 

It's a cool vibrant day and life is good, growth is difficult, but it always occurs, whether you like it or not. It's when with the force of my will and my fire that the greatness happens, and always without pondering. 

Strength and sinew of mind over matter, doing without effort when you become proficient through effort, is practice makes perfect. 

Whence I was glum, now filled with fortitude and Iron. 

Whence I was dwelling, now I am living.

Whence I pondered, now creating. 

Whence there was a boy with dreams of greatness, now a man with knowledge of what greatness is, a kind and loving heart, fore this is life, secondary are achievements and accolades. 

Strive to the heart and true growth occurs, when you cry you see things, true things, it's not gold that matters, or power, but a compassionate life. 

Life's too short

Life's too short to hold back,

It's too short to hold a grudge,

To be angry at everyone and everything,

We never know when it's time to say goodbye, 

When it's time to let go and cry and cry,

So, enjoy your life,

Get on with people, 

Separating the wheat from the chaff of course, but frequent happy thoughts and happy memories, 

Taking away hate and blame, and replace it with good feelings and understanding.

It's never to late to change for the better and smile a true smile, 

Whether it's been two days or a while, a turnaround is possible. 

Have bright eyes and  

Smile on your face and in your heart,

Open up and let your feelings grow and you never know, you might make someone's day or your own. 

Don't be on your own,

Connect, converse and speak your thoughts,

Life's too short,

It's now or never,

It's hit home at last,

The possibilities are endless in life,

Be in the present, not in the past,

Be good and be brave,

Your dreams are vital, your dreams are vast. 

Fight or lose

Accept things how they are, accept yourself and let go of fear,

Feel the pain, feel the struggle and feel that God is near,

Don't deceive,

Be genuine, be yourself and love the cross you bear.

Care more and bless more, and if you have enough then share,

Stop the blaming and stop accusing, lend a hand and stop refusing,

Fore life is spiritual warfare!

If you're not fighting, you are losing!

The ecstasy of love

Fight or flight no more,

Into your arms I aim,

A rhapsody of the masculine gun.

The feminine is inviting and willing, 

In passion of two becoming one.

The two join in bodily entwinement,

Explosive touching in unique unity,

Thoughts absorbed into the flesh,

To enmesh the physicality 

of love. 

Hope in the Truth

Propaganda, controversy and slander,

When all you need is prayer to the Holy Father,

Nothing grand, nothing monetary, nothing complicated,

Just a prayer of simplicity, a prayer from above, that cuts down demons like a blade, sharp and serrated, killing deceit with love. 

A prayer from the heart,

A prayer of mercy,

Not continued transgression, 

But alter and transform addiction from saturation and inhibriation to humility and moderation.

Live life simply and don't take the world to heart,

As it's a corruptible force,

A force of evil,

Live only for the Truth of God,

Remove the walls and boundaries of fog, that cloud your judgement and create a misty mind,

See things clearly and as they are, and be kind.

Don't create in yourself a world of your own making, a world of new theories and ego, 

Look up to the heavens from where your help comes from,

Fore this world is atomic and nuclear, a place of fear and lies,

And miracles will take you to a place where love is the bomb,

Where Angels sleep and nobody cries.

Hope in the truth,

That's all we have,

And be glad.

Live for now,

Appreciate the good,

And all in time will be understood.

The Expressionist

When fear finally dissipates from the furnace inside,

The strangulation of expression ends and my muteness is gone,

My voice comes back to me

and calmness of mind returns,

Then self esteem and fluidity of thought create improvisation.

When I gather both paint and brush and think of an idea, or maybe not,

Music is played signalling a return to peace, 

I begin with the first brush stroke and satisfaction,

In the flow of spirit and energy I'm guided by outer power,

I look back and I'm amazed at what I did.

When I paint, I paint with fire,

I paint with gusto and passion,

Energy and pace, 

What you see, is what's inside me,

I let it flow without judgement,

I let it flow.

I practice over and over,

Proliferation brings with it wisdom,

I practice over and over,

The exhilaration never ends.

When I cry out,

When I hope for inspiration,

I know the listener is present,

I know there'll be a kind response and an act in perfect discernment, 

Fore my passion is a good one and the picture is true,

Whether I use Prussian blue with lemon yellow and white, or scarlet with effervescent gold, 

I know if I'm happy and energised, I've done a good job.

When I sit back and absorb the moment,

I realise again and again that life is very simple,

We complicate things,

But, when we follow our heart and feel the moment, we live life,

Our picture, our voice, it speaks a thousand words,

The furnace still burns bright,

But the fear has gone!

Let me be

I love what I do,

I'm good at it too,

It's different from you and you, and you!

I'm not going to stop just to please you!

If you want me to change,

If you tell me what to do,

I'm going to love my love more,

And do my love better.

I'll never stop, I'll never change,

It's you who's wrong, it's you who needs help,

You can go rearrange, your own life,

Don't tell me to alter my life,

I like who I am!

I'm good!

I'm great!

I'm worthy!

I'm happy with who I am!

I delight in being me!

If you love someone you set them free!

Don't take away their joy,

Don't silence their voice,

Let them be who they are,

Don't embarrass and belittle their ability,

Don't shove them out the way,

Don't ignore and neglect,

Show some appreciation!

Show some respect!

I'm dedicated to what I do,

I'm determined and I won't stop,

It's my passion,

It's my place,

It's my safety,

It's my comfort,

Let me be, let me have this time to 

enjoy and feel happy and free,

Let me be!

Fear

Is it a prison or is it a gift?

That's for you to decide!

I say face the dilemma,

Or avoid the experience through experience,

See fear and make your mind clear.

See yourself as a shining crystal, 

Translucent and iridescent,

Fear is a gift and a present of the past, a jewel fact of life to make with yourself a powerful pact, your determination is a mechanism to feel the fear and act.

I'm feeling overwhelmed I hear, I'm feeling flat, I'm feeling hollow and scared, my inner child needs a hug

Because I feel the fear of the fearful bug.

As a child 

I raised a strong fist, 

My iron willpower said "no!"

Fear will not devour me, it will not chain me down,

I will give myself compassion,

I will give myself love,

I will find ways to overcome it from the earth and up above!

I'm a person, I feel emotion, but I have help from my devotion, 

My faith is truth and this I hang onto when weary and broken down,

If I feel scared and wear a frown,

If I feel the fear and fear to drown.

But, the truths hand lifts me out of deep water,

The truth as was uttered from the lips of my baby daughter,

I will not forget the past,

It will be with me forever,

But, I pursue life and go forward and will not back down to fear and the spell it cast, it's hold will let go, it will not last.

To be fearless is a lack of emotion, but to "fear not" is beautiful,

To continue regardless of feeling fear is courage and is resilience,

There's is always someone with you, that other person or greater brilliance!

Is it a prison or is it a gift?

Let me reiterate,

Is your life a heavy weight or do you see beauty in small simple things?

In the immeasurable? In the wonder of a child? In the miniscule heartbeat that is the beginning of life?

What is there to fear?

What is there to fear if you have courage?

Be still. 

Be still and calm, and do not be anxious.

Out of the womb

Out of the womb I cry,

In the sight of the world,

Out of the darkness within,

For the first time I see the light.

From the faetal position to an outstretched embrace,

From the warmth within and God's Holy Grace, 

To a humble start and face to face,

With my mother, with the world,

From here my life did unfold.

Out of darkness and into the light,

Where no darkness exists, but only sight,

Whence I couldn't see, my eyes were closed,

Now I have sight and I have arose,

Born in innocence and humility

in a violent world,

My life has just begun and yet to he told,

Freedom I cry, freedom, freedom!

Without goodness there is no freedom,

There is no life without the good,

Embrace faith in all good things,

Rise to your feet and stand strong,

Fore true goodness is never wrong!

Follow this light your entire life cradle to grave,

Then and only then will you see a miraculous new light,

A new birth into a good world,

An untouchable haven where the Shepherd and Sheep will lie down undisturbed,

Peaceful and powerful love unending,

Where revenge, hurt and money do not exist,

A new life to unfold, a new birth to be told,

Out of the darkness and into the light,

Shine bright now children, 

Life has only just begun, see with new eyes and new sight,

Remember beauty,

Remember truth,

Life has only just begun,

Sing beautiful songs and 

Life will be forever w

on!

( Inspired by my art and my faith)

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!