The Test

Everyone is unique,

Everyone can be gifted,

Be good and you'll be morally lifted, elevated to a higher plateau, I believe it.

Like the perfected Saints, perfected by Christ to perform the miraculous,

Sinner's are elevated too,

Saints were once sinner's after all,

So, know your treasure, know your call. 

There are guardians, protectors, there are demons, diabolical beings, vampires, people who suck your soul, spirits and Holy Angels and Archangels, the Six Winged Seraphim and Cherubim. 

Don't be Alexander,

Be Diogenes, the dog,

Bold and humble.

The stumbled life is the gifted life, the ability to see what others don't, fore the light shines on you and the spirit sparkles in your stride, 

Which kills the devil's pride.

Like litmus paper,

Soaking up vintage wine, the fluid of experience,

Identifying acid, alkaline or pH neutral,

Been there, observed and accomplished,

I'm here for an unknown length of years,

and God knows my tears,

He knows my battle,

Ingrained in trauma.

Like a grape vine,

Holding on for support,

I grip His Hand,

Suffering brings this clarity,

But, with it full bodied strength and charity. 

Now, I'm the litmus test,

Like my brother says, even when I'm wrong I'm right.

Even when he's in bed and out of sight,

crippled from the waste down and mentally incapacitated, now he's elevated,

His gift is child like innocence, 

He sees only the pure, 

Even in his weak state he sees the strength,

No blame or doing wrong,

Just strong. 

Calm is dangerous, but more so are the gifts. The gifts from above, protection through humility and faith in Truth, the gifted are the proof.

Know thyself,

Fore knowing you are weak,

That there's something stronger,

Creates a long life.

Ever existence comes from resistance, 

Resist breaking another soul, resist doing evil, resist closing your heart to Christ, 

Christ beckons the open hearted, the loving kind.

That gives me peace of mind.

When I stumble and when I trip, ask for mercy, I know it's for my own good, to remind me, remain solid footed and grounded, it keeps the blood suckers away and the demons. Contemplate and walk the walk, let your actions speak, don't be weak, be true, then God will stick to you like a super glue.

My good soul was obliterated,

Deluded and hallucinogenic,

Paranoid and insecure,

Anxious to the core,

Now I'm bullet proof,

Kill me and I'll become more powerful than your imagination,

Ascending to Heaven,

In God's Grace,

Cradled and strong, 

Forget martial art, muscle, physicality, guns, knives, weapons of destruction.

When one has insight, foresight, intuitive understanding, morally courageous aptitude, and above all good will for mankind, 

Divine protection and provedance will come.

Pass the test.

What's your gift?

The Kingdom is yours

The power of the tulip standing high is like the strength of my kiss you will wish for, the door opened to you, but you didn't enter.

Caring is steel, you are not the centre, or the core. Steel is your inner force and your gentleness and kindness, not a superficial mind, not spiritually blind, it is empathy, it is heart, it is control and consideration, it is reading of harmony and tenderness, it is a heartfelt powerful donation,

It is the Magi in the Saviours Adoration.

Don't waste my time or your own with indecision,

Time is perfection in precision,

A mystery oddity,

Not a commodity.

Courage is a decision,

One foot forward to quench your fear,

The first to call His name did hear,

Creation of the revolution of Faith,

Not the leader, but the man,

Not the rock, but the brave,

Force comes from a warm heart,

Make your force a spiritual slave. 

Don't be appearance,

Be depth, 

Don't be adherence,

Be unique, be a freak.

Nature's way of saying you're gifted,

Be original not foreign,

Be fluorescent not common, 

Trauma is ingrained,

Like a breakage of bone,

Needs time to heal,

This is the seal,

Break the mold,

Bust out of boredom,

Don't concur, confuse,

Don't abuse, amuse,

Don't neglect, effect,

Don't take, seize,

Don't hate, challenge,

Don't please people, stand your ground,

Don't act or look back with envy or anger, 

Look to the truth, be it, see it,

seize it, by spiritual force.

Like scaffolding of growth,

Focus the climb and evolution around us both, 

The world is not yours to own.

Own your heart and your crown,

Be the king of your mind,

Let the King be your guide,

The Kingdom is yours if you want it,

Don't reject it, it might be too great a loss, never to return to you. 

Today, the finger is mightier than the gun,

Listen to the words, don't run,

Away in a manger,

A crib for a bed,

Write love for the stranger and sleep silent and without danger,

Don't be looking over your shoulder, be bold,

Don't be sleeping with one eye open, 

have faith, not fear.

Disturb the ants nest by all means,

But, pray you don't get bit,

It's how you walk, and how you sit,

It's about humility and the ability to admit,

Flaws and weaknesses will roast you, like meat on a spit,

You will be healed with mud in your blind eyes,

Don't accept lies,

Break fake reality like light breaks through cloud,

Look to the light, 

Follow it,

With all your might,

The Kingdom is yours if you want it.

Hammersmith Bridge

Blessed are the weird people,  the poets and the misfits as their

creation flows to the bridge.

Theres an element of faith,

In lacking doubt,

it's always present,

without doubt,

Positive uncertainty

surrounded by stimulation.

Never fade, 

The sequence

begins and ends at the bridge,

Beat by beat,

Step by step,

Footing collides with concrete ideas,

Lamp lights and running thoughts,

Flying branches and stems,

Curious pigeons and gliding gulls,

Circles of energy, 

Multi coloured swift interception, without relinquishing beauty,

Walking, talking,

The elements of faith,

Inward running of concept after concept,

Under the bridge the transmission of force by river boat,

Within it the life. 

Gregarious chitter chatter,

And in-depth debate,

Pulverising the air,

Pointing and piercing gaseous exchange,

Inhaling and exhaling,

The bread of life,

Rhythm of flower movement and growth,

To sniff is to test,

The decrepid dandelion,

But it's a survivor

And it heals. 

The strength of the footing, The music of the push,

The glide of the unpredictable,

Wing beat after wing beat,

The tunnel vision,

The flow of leaf fall,

Unending and unrelenting,

One leaf falls,

Creation begins.

Be kind

Yes, 

You can point the finger,

Curse me,

Crack and crush me,

Blame me and stain me,

And if you break me,

I won't be worried,

I'll mend!

I'll mend,

I'll get stronger and braver,

More spirited and sharper,

Cleverer and smarter,

Fore, as the sun will shine

And the wind blow,

My little body, my dainty frame,

Will not fold or flap,

Shake or shudder,

I will not give in!

I'm a natural cleanser,

All bugs, all impurities, all waste,

Will be wiped clean away from my white suit,

Yes, I will remain spotless,

Imperfect, but spotless!

Brush those questions, those doubts aside and pursue a new life, every single day!

Yes! I cry sometimes,

Yes, I am down

I frown and I slump,

But inside I'm flying, always, 

My voice sings, always,

I dither and I worry,

But, the portal of Heaven that always beckons me is always open, 

As, I will not forget where I've been, what I've done, who I am.

Humility holds my head firmly to the ground, but I'm standing higher and wider than the universe can contain,

I will never be bound or suffocated, 

I'm a bowed over explosion of experience and euphoria!

I drink my tea or coffee for that matter, or sip a glass of red wine, 

Yes, I'm human, I have my ways,

Surprise surprise, but as the rays shine through my blinds right now,

So does a light of all mighty power glow around my tiny physique, around my brain and my heart, encapsulating the sheer essence of humanity in simplicity!

Be kind to one another.

"He is not dead"

Too much emotion,

Too much pain,

Too much time passed,

Too much strain.

Too much joy,

Too much Spirit,

Too much to enjoy,

Too much strength and power

for life to not last!

The things come and gone, will never pass!

In the heart and mind,

Memories sometimes fade,

But, childlike spirit brings a new and unquestionable fire! 

Something God made!

The sun keeps shining,

Its rays never fade,

There's always a silver lining,

The Earth keeps turning,

The flame keeps burning,

Growth never ceases,

Hope inside our hearts never dies,

The sound of hope when a newborn cries!

We are all Hand made.

God's hand is gentle and kind,

He has you in mind as God is love and loves humankind!

"Come unto me" He says,

Thee who are heavy ladened and weary,

I shall give you rest,

Life is the greatest gift,

Life is the very best!

Never fear, fore He is with you,

Never fear, fore he is tender, 

Never fear, He will never surrender, His love is relentless!

Never fear, His care is abundant,

Never fear, He renders all evil as redundant and

His kindness endures forever!

The road is long to a better place,

The journey straight, 

He's always ahead and on perfect time,

He never relinquishes his love,

He enables the Heavenly climb,

He opens the gates and looks you in the face,

Fear not, He loves you,

Feel His warm embrace!

In the ground,

You are buried,

Back to the earth you go,

The power of dead,

Will never let go,

For the dead have just passed to somewhere else,

The caterpillar disintegrates,

Only to emerge with a new life,

Death cuts and hurts deep like a sore wound and like a knife,

But, the miracle is love,

And with love everything is possible,

Death is only a beginning,

With love there is only winning!

You ask yourself in a vast field of graves,

Why? Why do we die?!

Why are we here?

What is life??

Life is a powerful sacred gift,

With cherished kindness,

The kindness of sacrifice,

We see life for evermore!

You ask, why did He die?

I answer, "He is not dead"

Accept this gift! 

The "Capability" crown

Kingfishers, Heron, Cormorant and Water Vole, 

From nature the great masters stole,

Reed beds, Willow, buds, birch and bracken, the mighty old Oak with homes not for sale,

The meekness of nature will never go stale,

Don't poke fun at the meek, the incapable, fore their fire leaves a fearsome trail, 

The "capability" crown, they wear, the crown of the rock dove, is full to the brim of love, they do not fail, 

Blow a gail, they will not fall or stumble, nor crawl! 

The gulls climb the spiralling gusts with faith of a mustard seed bringing hope and glory, to the fallen and blamed, 

The shamed rise from their stolen story, rearrange their mind to a capable kind, set forth and proceed to the need of others and the lamp that burns on the bridge shows their way!

The crown is worn only by the poor, the windswept, the cradled, the unbridled, the woeful and weak! They stride forth with majesty, not with riches, but with a back bone! The ridge of the Lion dog, the treding of their clog to the earth, the moment the tattered hat is pulled down, over their eyes, they still see, there's no blindness in them, it's the waves on the river they drift with, with the waves gulls float upon, and like the industrious pigeon who's perch is rotten, full of stench, they manoeuvre with expertise! 

The Lion roar signals a fight, a proud strength, the humble Rat looks at you like your thick, with curious eyes, the Crow with its intellect sums you up, susses you out, 

The Weeds on the Riverside, like a Limpet or Urchin, cling to life, survive all elements, not pretty, but enduring!

When the Sparrow enters the flock, the trumpets sound, the bells ring and heads bow, but the Sparrow bow too, not in glory, but in the humility of knowledge!

Berries are eaten, seeds spread, graffiti signs banners, their tattooed skin,

You can't win, they say!

But, claim it, don't enflame it, the tide is always in momentum,

Perpetual motion like a Greek boxer, weathered, bruised, cut and battered, his victory overcomes his poverty, his victory overcomes his life, pounding rugged sinews perpetuates motion with experience and this is the essence of power, the eternal white flame, like a white Eagle gliding close to the sharp light of the sun!  

They don't do a border, it's all or nothing, freedom and independence, freedom in the mind, gravity never brings them down, God's wider wingspan helps them fly and cry with exhalation and capability!

The king of "capability" always wears his crown!

The storm that came and went

The pandemic has come, and gone!

Invasions happen, with the power of the bomb!

Tsunami's wreek havoc and devastate life!

But, these all pass like a blunted edge always comes to the sharpened knife!

A Lightning bolt battering us with depression,

Consumes us with listless energy and suppression,

Hurricane forces and confusion create the illusion, that life is destructive!

Life is too hard!

But the bard listens to his maker,

The life giver and the life taker,

Fore he who shouted far and wide,

Calmed the raging tide!!!

Therefore, faith and hope will get you through,

So that you can pursue,

Climbing to the top of that strong tree, the one left standing, while all others fall,

You know your worth and you know your call,

The storm will always fade and disappear,

Like boiling heat that does scold and seer,

And the darkness that brings danger and fear,

But, after Winter always comes Spring with vivid light,

The excitement of new growth,

The hope of rejuvenation,

Of us and the next generation,

Let us raise a glass of wine,

To the back of it all,

To the next step,

To the one who keeps striving,

To the one who never surrenders,

To the one who survives,

To the one who tries even harder,

To the bard, who continues to write from his soul,

To the one who gives us optimism,

To the one who gives his word and his light,

The ability of mental strength and fight,

To the very end and beyond,

Sing a song of merrymeant and might,

Sing a song of joy and delight!!