The Hand on my shoulder

The wreckage is at your feet, 

It's outside and in the street, 

It doesn't matter what you think or feel, 

It's imagined and it isn't real. 

The wreckage is in sight and in mind, 

It's on an unusual level of a rare kind, 

What you see is not what you get,  

Generate a calm mind then this you will forget. 

The wind blows strong, 

The tree still stands, 

I'm not in control, 

It's not in my hands, 

If it falls it falls, 

Only time will tell, 

Do not fear the future or worry about the past, 

Be still at all times as the Truth itself is vast. 

A hurricane is like the devil himself, 

Both attempt to move us, break us and devastate us,

A catastrophic mentality brings about panic and alarm, 

But with peace and prayer comes an impenetrable calm. 

Your friend lays his hand on your shoulder, 

A simple gesture, a simple act, 

But the impact is life changing and mind rearranging, 

Such kindness and such beauty, 

It makes you wonder, 

You are loved, 

You are treasured, 

Your are cherished,

You are special for a special reason, 

Though ongoing is the change of the wind and the changing of season, 

He never changes his mind, 

He is always loving, 

He is always kind, 

His heart remains the same day in day out, 

Sunrise to Sunset,

And this we must never forget. 

On that day that you feel crippled and that day may return, 

You're ready to rise again, 

As faith is stronger than fear, 

And as the Sun rises you mind is made clear, 

That forces of nature are only skin deep, 

And when I feel weak and weep, 

I am heard and helped every time,

As the hand on my shoulder made the Moon and the Sun shine, the Earth we live on and the Star's align. 

The Mission

The light had begun all those years ago, 

The mission started from the birth of time, 

The stars in the sky made to shine, they celebrate when dust became life, 

Thousands of years past, but eternity it lasts,

And now is the time to see the path. 

Sing songs of comfort, 

Sing songs of joy, 

For now is the time to seek, 

Knock on the door and ask for help, 

And take a little peek,

For once you see the treasure inside you'll be sure to change, 

Your life will rearrange from what is lost to what is gained, and in an instant your life will be reclaimed. 

As the planets turn on an axis, such a sublime yet simple thing, 

And the heat of the Sun burns bright as it rises and sets new life begins every day,

Every day we wrong, every day we fall, every day we rise again to see our life in front of us. 

The unverse is a gift to us all, a place we call home, 

The Earth the centre a special dwelling for man until we lose everything and gain it back again, finding a new place to rest our head, and slumber deep and sweet in our warm bed. 

The mission completes on the last page of the book, 

Frightening and deadly we long and fear to take a look, 

But read we must until we rust, and then we will rise for certain from this old Earth's crust. 

Gently does it when we are there, 

But hard is the journey if we let our friend down, so fear wrong and do only what's right, then and only then do we delight and marvel in the presents of a wonderous and mysterious feat, and we know then that the mission is complete!

Irrepressible

I'm a hurricane, I'm a lightning bolt, I'm a exploding volcano, I'm a revolution personified, you cannot contain me, you cannot box me in, you cannot label my life, I will never be what you want me to be or think I should be, I'll be what I want to be! 

I will not be restrained, 

I will not be controlled, 

I will not change my words, my actions or my thoughts for any man or anything!

Im a new horizon, I'm a blast of sunshine, a rising star, there's method in my madness, I can only but go far.

There's no cliché in me, I'm not a has been or was, I'm not over the hill or washed up. 

I'm fresh, I'm new, I'm ongoing development and ongoing progression,

I bear my cross with a smile on my face, with determination and a song of grace,

I'm poor as poor, but my inner being is richer than rich, 

There's no glitch in me, 

There's nothing wrong in me, 

If you see it, 

That's your problem, 

That's your fault, 

That's what's wrong with YOU. 

I'm my own law, my own rule, and  that's cool, 

It's cool to be different, 

To be unusual, 

To be strange, 

You may point the finger or gesticulate your hand my way, 

But, it's my way or no way! Understand?! 

Everybody has flaws and weaknesses, 

But some people dig deep and grind in life like a lion, and their heart roars with might, 

As to live in life is to fight and fight and FIGHT! 

I'm a giant, a monolith, but you'd never know, 

As my countenance is humble and my head is low, 

The greatest is the least, but the fire burns ferocious within the soul, 

To get to where I need to get, 

And your evil ways and the evil one himself will never stop me, 

I will never break my stride to get where I'm going, 

Your daggers will not kill me, 

Because I'm God made, 

God tells me what to do and how to live my life, 

God gave me the power, 

Gave me the power to be good, 

Gave me the power to be strong, 

Like an athlete I'll keep running and I'll keep rowing to get where I'm going, 

And nothing and nobody will stop me! 

Love and War

A Spartan battlefield, barron and stark, apart from a single spear embedded in the soil. 

No bird here, no finch, nor sparrow,

But shoots of Crocus so green, so pure, sprouting with beads of dew hanging on their very skin,

So small, so delicate. 

The freshest breeze blowing down on their hanging heads,

Time stands still. 

for a moment death returns and sadness envelopes them, 

A burst of warm sunlight from beyond distant murky clay hills

raises their heads bit by bit and the chitter chatter of Sparrows soon follows. 

The Greek elite were victorious, 

The enemy ignored their message of "IF" and threw an onslaught regardless,

Swiftly and powerfully the foe was destroyed, 

With violence and bloodshed

freedom was assured.

A pity. 

Though, 

the bloom of the Crocus and the Laconium Thyme was immenent, the purest of beauty and natural freedom. 

They threatened with "If we invade you we shall conquer you" 

The Spartans replied with a singular word "IF". 

The embedded spear was for not long alone, love from nature would surround it and in time prayer would overpower it. 

The Good Cause

Sharp as a blade, 

My words can break bones, 

Soft as a kitten,

But, twice shy once bitten,

The irrevocability of your actions,

Leads to God and man entwined,

And you will feel the bitter pain of the spiritually blind. 

Strength from within and sight from above,

The language of genius philosophy and the spoken words of love,

A cup of coffee or three and adrenaline driving through rippling muscles,

The actions of Zeus, a lightening bolt to your psyche, 

The mythical eliment is hear to confuse, but the reality of life is to grind and bruise,

To fight and hussle, when all give up, 

When they know the truth, they shut the fuck up, 

Or they pump up the evil and pretend it's you, 

But, morality and God work for the good few, 

And no matter what they say, 

You are defended by what's right, 

As evil never wins any ANY fight!

Evil is weak in every form, 

Cruelty, deception and charm, only do harm, 

It's like pride in Chess, 

If you care about winning too much, 

You will lose every time, 

Inside the game matters, 

Whereas if the game doesn't matter, but you play with love, 

You play with freedom and might from above, 

Win, lose or draw it doesn't matter,

But, life is not a game to play with with the mind of others, destroying their will power and their sanity, like a check mated King,

I have feelings, I'm not a toy or a thing. 

The genius of life is goodness.

This is the key,

If you see this in front of you your entire life,

You will see a man born not in great power, but in humility, 

The contradiction in life is greatness is small and meek, and has fragility, but is here to shuffle the pack, 

It is peaceful but with powerful words put in action, 

Walk the walk, not with a poker face, or a hidden hand, 

But, always have your hand revealed, 

As the truth is the strongest form of defence, 

It goes straight to your heart, 

Here you'll find what you truly need, 

Without lies, without hiding, without a mask, the task in life is to be who you are meant to be, 

Be yourself and be good, 

Pull up your pants and take off your hood, 

Be strong, don't be wrong, 

Fight and wage war for the good cause, 

And never EVER pause! 

Dreams

Annoyingly frustrating,

Absurdly irritating,

Hard to remember and you want to forget,

On occasion they are a delight to the mind,

Are they cruel visions or sight to the blind?

Dreams are demonic disturbance,

Rarely holiness visits us during sleep,

We must pray unceasingly to halt the demons fire, 

So their bullets bounce back and then wisdom we acquire, 

That we'll sleep deeper without that satanic touch, 

When purity enters our mind our lives improve so much. 

Though with greater purity we are attacked all the more, 

But with greater humility the devil knows the score, 

You cannot be touched, you cannot be broken, you cannot lose your faith, 

You are met by Angels not deaths scything wrathe, 

You are given life and shown mercy,

Fore power is in humility not violence, 

In the humble not the great, 

There you have a beautiful silence, The reward of rising early not an erratic mental state. 

The demonic, the dark powers that be, 

Will hide, will sear, from me they will flee, 

Fore at the forefront of thought is the sign of the Cross, 

Forehead, naval, shoulder and heart, 

Always from Him you'll never be apart. 

There is freedom

There is freedom within when you fight hard against sin and let life begin,

There is freedom without when you follow the path, 

When you know what life's about. 

Don't only lend a hand,

But lend your heart too,

Give and learn the act kindness and do not succumb to metaphorical blindness. 

To see is to hold the universe in the palm of your hand, to know history from beginning to end, that not everything is corrupt and tarnished, that the spirit never dies, that there is a better place, that there are good things to come, that hope keeps you alive and faith sets you free, and no matter what cruelty befalls you, the master of all is helping you, sustaining you and guiding you, and know that life has meaning, and life's meaning is the master, who protects you from all evil. 

Do not wait for human justice, fore that is time not well spent, but allow the marvelous work of the master to take place, with timing of unexpected perfection and unfailing and unceasing wonderment. 

That is why we ought not worry, 

When we follow a straight line from here to eternity, 

We are held by the hand like a child, 

And not led astray into deception, 

But led to the safety of home, 

Which is where the heart wants to be led, 

Follow your heart and be free! 

The Storm and the Madman

Without high winds, but with supreme light, Adam and Eve, the first faithful beings were fashioned from the earth by God's own hand. 

The Genesis of life and life of the creator tells us that humility only comes through suffering, 

And only through suffering can truth be learnt and shown, 

For the creative man, the artist, the most beautiful art is to love, and to give your gifts truly and humbly. 

The creative man like a mathematical genius

first swirls gently,

Like a nonchalant finger calculating the impossible,

It deciphers dust and siphers through branches like blood through brachioles, fore blood circulates the body through the heart to the breath of the lungs. 

This flow of invisibility is like a stream of algebraic equation, a trigonometry of pythagorean proportions, 

A slight movement of brow, a change of expression displays an air force blow to the enemy,

The enemy with the nerve to suggest he is weak minded,

The nerve to say he's unintelligent,

Fore he is undoubtedly touched by that tincture,

His hand dealt delicately placed derangement,

The freak, the crazy, the schizophrenic man, who overcame the complexities of life like a hurricane shattering the very core essence of negativity and stupidity, 

Rigidity and frigidity, 

To become a tornado of liquidity and fluidity, 

With supreme invincibility of faith. 

Overcoming the storm is strength, 

Analysing simply and with the freedom to look beyond the usual and the same to see the unique and the originality of the art of life. 

By breaking his mind, the storm challenged his pysche, 

In the aftermath the destruction and debris left behind became a learning curve unparalleled, 

to create is to challenge the status quo, 

to create is expression of life, 

To create is breaking down impenetrative barriers that a wind cannot break. 

The mind is the powerfullest force, 

To seek that which hasn't been sought, 

to find that which hasn't been found, 

To show the truth in art like no other, 

For a man destruction occurs for creation to happen, 

A creation only a madman can create, 

His reward is his own being living a good life. 

He was shaped for art, 

Like a whistling wind chisels rock, 

And nothing and nobody can halt this, 

He has the lever and can move mountains, and he found the lever himself through the grace of God. 

Art

Luminosity, flow, divine. 

The essence of art, is the essence of life itself.

Continously Curious and introspective, but outward in expression, showing everything to everyone.

See it, feel it. 

work is life, Expressing it's mystic flow.

The little star

A whirling darkness of matter,

A vast lonely place,

It swallows up planets and moons, and galaxies,

Solar systems vanish leaving no trace.

Destruction and evil follow the darkness wherever it heads,

The potential end of the human race, 

The evil gets stronger everyday,

Corrupting life in everyway,

But, one light looks upon us all with a new face and holds us with such loving grace...

In the quiet of deep winter twinkles the little star, 

It watches patiently the ways of the whirling darkness,

It sees and it knows.

The darkness tries to tempt us,

But spreading its light the star reassures,

It shows us the way. 

This little star is meek,

A star for the people, a star for the weak,

Though little it is bold and brave,

It heads to the dark matter,

And the dark matter is overcome,

The weak become strong for as long as they cling to the star dust trail, they cannot fail or fall, for nothing is impossible for the star, and with it we will go far,

Far away from darkness and death,

Far away from lies and deceit.

So be it!

It is done,

Mission complete!

As it was told, it will happen.

Fore the universe and life itself revolve around this little star, 

But, don't look upon it from afar,

Let it's light fill you and it's love consume you,

And you will radiate all this,

And live surrounded by light in everlasting bliss!

Soul searching

They fall at the wayside,

The gutter is nowhere to live,

They take and take,

When to survive you give.

They bend and they break,

The break is life long,

They stop and think too much,

Recovery has gone.

They lose their faith,

Money is all they need,

Their opinion is king,

Their wealth and their greed.

Pride is the Devil's possession,

Deception is vanity,

The humble are gracious,

The weak fight for sanity.

When the time comes to meet glory or doom,

Is your conscience clear,

Did you do your very best,

Or did the demons your heart sear.

Did the devil win you over,

Or were you held close by life,

Were the Angels with you,

Or did death rule with scythe.

Look deep into your mind,

Discover your true self,

Is your soul protected,

Is truth your only wealth.

In the end you will know the meaning of why we are here,

Your souls destruction or everlasting history,

Love is our purpose and the way to live,

Live for the victory of life's divine mystery!

The life beyond

Beware of men who fear the light, as beyond the darkness of rolling hills and twisted trees, distorted pebbles, jagged rocks and sharp mountain edges and all the demons of the earth, the fresh air smells sweet and the water pure, the earth good and nourishing, and the light is as bright as can be.

Beyond that which we can see and comprehend with sight,

where hope lives the light shines brightest,

Here faith is strongest and the truth dwells upon high. 

In this land of faith, of the unseen, dreams are awake and living, the past is alive, the dangling of the rope of death is severed, life beyond life ringing an endless delightful chime of hope and faith is seen for the first time before your very own eyes. No longer will you cry tears of torment, but overwhelmed with tears of the beauty and joy you see. 

The hopeless and powerless now are hopeful and powerful,

The downtrodden and belittled now are risen and mighty,

The miserable and low now are elevated and exhilarated.

The clouds are no longer dark,

The air is light, the flowers and the leaves are bountiful and colourful beyond imagination. 

Light is here, 

fore darkness blinds, but now we can see,

We can see the good and the great,

We can live the fulfilled life,

The cherished life,

All those tarnished days and the murkiness in our minds is now clarity, like the purest stream of the freshest water.

Like the song of the Nightingale, we hear and its beauty never fades. 

The child afraid of the dark

was never afraid of the light,

Beyond the horizon innocence and truth are intertwined,

The child's instinct is the blessed reality now realised,

As fear no longer exists, 

As perfect love hast cast it out,

And only love can make the life 

beyond this darkness shine!