The Light on the leaf

Leaves in the trees

whitewashed by blazing Light,

with stunning simplicity

my eyes widen by this act of goodness,

through crisp air I feel warmth,

No mathematical equation or philosophical theory can summise my surprise to this devastating blow to hatred,

widen your eyes to this surprise,

Every morning wake up with a bounce and a beat, a skip and verve, that no evil can defeat,

Annihilate manipulation with the cradle of salvation,

The heartbeat of Heaven,

Paradise is in the Light on the leaf,

A tiny semblance of what's to come,

No shadow, no darkness,

Just Light, that glistening Light,

That bites at the frost and the cold-hearted, 

And warms the cobbles of the soul,

This Light shouts far and wide,

Rings in the ears and brain,

Softens the tumultuous tide,

Without blame or stain,

Let me call and make the world shake and quake,

That in the beginning this destiny of life I was created from love,

Handmade by the Greatest Physician,

No factory conveyor belt,

Not processed,

Not injected or infected,

But fashioned from the earth with love and care,

Every cell and every hair,

Not a multi pack, stack on stack,

But unique and sealed with a loving kiss,

So, I grasp my shield and sword,

And vanquish the nibbles and bites of evil,

Eliminate that interceptor,

With radiance and a nod to clarity,

Remember we are all fallen,

But wake up rising,

Don't wallow and remember death,

Rise and be present with goodness,

Rise and shine like the Light on the leaf,

Burn away the bad,

Allow the manipulator no time,

Allow pettiness no freedom,

Create a greatness within,

So your expressions win,

Expressions of loving kindness like the Light on the leaf! 

Courage and The Cave (The Journey)

Life begins with courage and baptism in an ordinary world, 

in an ordinary world there is a challenge, a quest, 

But, I refused the challenge out of fear and hesitation,

I refused out of isolation, 

Insecurity meant I wasn't at my best,

I needed confidence,

a solution to the life test.

My guide gave me insight, 

my faith gave me strength,

I overcame all fears,

But the threshold was crossed,

I wiped away my tears,

I had to reclaim my life,

Or all would be lost,

Somehow, someway, I had to win at all cost.

Tests, allies, enemies, 

I needed to learn who I could trust, 

I approached The Cave,

It's darkness startled and terrified me,

I felt small and weak, but I thrust deeper inside,

I tripped and stumbled,

I broke and I crumbled,

For years my mind would melt,

But I pushed and pressed on no matter how wretched I felt.

The road back was treacherous, 

my resurrection came and I was cleansed,

But, I met my Shadow and the shadowy places of my past,    

Met all those secrets face to face,

Death, life, good and evil, 

And all I wanted was God's Grace,

Angels and demons came to me,

I had The Anchor and a map to trace,

My way back home with the elixir held high, 

The elixir I now know,

I bid my past goodbye.

I knew the Truth,

I knew my strength,

I knew my self,

I had my feet firmly planted,

I had my health.

Purified I return home,

Back to the ordinary world,

But I'm transformed, 

I'm winning!

But new!

Like in the beginning!

My Thesis

You're "normal" are you?

Normal is boring!

I'm a creative, I'm a lyricist, I see the world through what would be redeemed, 

my crazy eyes see through your theatre and your board and your puppetry,

Don't question me if you won't answer!

My creativity is my kindness,

My lyrics flow from my soul like a river of goodness,

My thesis is reality and art,

Life is not chess,

God is the sustainer and maintainer and my King,

People come and people go, I go with the flow with the good stream.

I'm a warrior, I'm a hero,

I start my life from zero,

Every morning I wake up,

Like a Spartan soldier,

Ready for war,

That's what we do, 

There's a method in our madness,

The root is sadness,

Reduced to nothing and now and forever until the battle is won I am a fiery golden rose, forever in blossom, forever growing towards the sun, opening and expanding, and reaching.

Every day is redemption day,

The child needs the father,

Crying for freedom through tears of strength,

Point the finger, box me in, I destroyed that box and broke that finger from birth with internal strength,

That internal strength never fades,

I'm the same as when I was born,

Never change,

Outnumber me, I use the Hot Gates, 

My life is Thermopylae,

I win before I die,

I die winning,

Then as the fiery rose I maintain my resurrection!

There's only certainty, never maybe in life, 

Strength is definite,

Game over!

The Quest

There are many out there

we have not discovered yet,

We don't know them,

We may never know them,

But they exist.

Revolutionary masters of art,

Genius of inspiration,

Not just picture painters, but life givers,

Fore the music within comes without,

To change all around from within and without.

Cast your vision wide and broaden your scope,

Change comes from the deep,

Waves never stop,

The exchange of reality is never ending,

When one soul refuses to bend,

Many others may crack,

But, he can save them.

The test of life is the quest for change,

Stronger and stronger,

Bold and beautiful strength,

He doesn't belittle them,

He carries and lifts,

Sweeping away debris,

Sweeping away decay,

Soften your heart,

Heal from within.

The quest from the one to the many.

The Pioneer

Like a firebird,

Like an angel of light, 

He encapsulates the human spirit,

Touches the soul,

The very essence of life.

This can never be taken away

from the heart or the memory,

Fore imparted from him to you in his silent steps is hope,

The chiming bell of hope,

The music of wonder and power,

Not history or philosophy,

But eternity.

With a tincture of the mystical and madness, with rhyme and reason and an elusive clean sweep, he cannot be touched or changed,

He is.

Like a wild white horse,

He can't be stopped or restrained, his light spreads and fills the lives of others without pause,

With notes of destiny in his song he crushes corruption and injustice and sets sail to higher ground.

The artist is the pioneer,

Playing the fiddle of life,

The brush stroke of humanity and genius,

To touch one soul is a gift and can never be taken away!

The Birth of a Hero

A feat so small it's on a termites plain,

A legendary man who needs no status to gain,

The myth of excellence not needing a place to hide,

A story to be told, as he laughed whilst he cried.

Cut down off the hook,

Broken and left in pieces,

Stripped and shredded,

The only way that life is embedded...

The termites mound becomes a mountain to climb, the legend, the myth, the story is within, it begins with a heartbeat, it begins when you sing, your own tune of courage, a whistle and a walk, like no other, it's seen in your movement and how you talk,

While rewiring your brain,

To heal and remain sane,

Gifts multiply and talents frequent your brush and pen,

You see people as they are through one and ten,

Masks are unveiled,

Disguises removed,

His strengths are elevated and determined to improve,

With every step and every chime, every brush stroke and in the line of fire every time, but he doesn't fade or conceal, whimper or wallow, fore he's transparent not hollow, full to the brim but with a thin skin and deep within!

Out of bed and out the front door,

Armour always worn,

Always set for war,

Until a fellow warrior is saluted, 

And a fist is raised,

And then his sword is laid to rest,

Until another painting is conquered and praised, 

And the warrior does his best,

Another poem is overcome,

Another battle won,

Another chess move to out think the enemies fragility, but

the best strategy is to eliminate hatred with humility...

Head down, graft and work,

Hit the nail hard,

And remain on the straight road,

Explode with verve and a splash of colour, 

Like the lucky man,

Don't implode and fight yourself,

A subconscious fight,

Where you are bringing others down, 

In that way you are already underground,

Dead and buried,

But lift up and encourage, and wear a feather in your hat,

With flamboyant nonchalance, not a care or a frown, but don't look to the ground,

And that's the making of the champion, pound for pound!

The knockout punch to the enemy is goodness and success,

The two walk hand in hand,

A kind word,

A smile to brighten the day,

Dowse the flame of evil with compassion and impress with empathy, words of care and a sympathetic embrace can find their way through the skin and bones of men of every race.

Life is not a contest,

Break those barriers in your heart, 

We're here to be kind,

Let your warmth and energy not be apart,

You'll shine and attract the same mind, 

A metamorphosis to not be afraid of who you show,

Show your colours,

Be different and glow,

Be a surprise,

Be a butterfly and show your beauty,

Fore what is within shows in the eyes,

and you can let yourself be,

Let your eyes be newborn!

So when you look and see,

your life forever will transform! 

A Light shines bright

An artist begins painting in the early morning air,

Cold and fresh,

A landscape dusty and dry,

Everywhere quiet, not a bird in the sky,

Not a sound, not a peep, not a rat or a bug,  

But an Eastern wind begins to whistle as the stars begin to shine and a movement of feet as a hill they begin to climb...

Miles to head for a barren and fractured land,

Where sheep and cattle graze,

and hostility reigns, 

The Ruler is cruel, there children die, enslavement and barbarism, and torture of place, disfigurement of people, body and face. 

The artist wipes his forehead and sighs deep,

"Within this ancient land,

A child will come,

In the twinkle of The Morning star, 

A child blessed with power unfathomable to every man,

Men from near and those from afar,

Though born not in power, but in humility,

To bring faith and to save all of humanity..."

"With the breathe of a Donkey and their steps having been fulfilled,

They bring forth a child into the world, 

In Winter darkness a child named Hope is born, and 

Hope is spread across the world, 

not by stories or myths and legends,

But by Truth, Truth Himself,

Bringing forth Faith,

And only in faith of the truth can one have hope..."

The artist wells up...and smiles a strong smile, tears trickling down his cheeks...

"His cries, bellows to evil ears,

Here I am He says,

Hope has arrived!

And the Angels sing,

The children feel joy,

And gladness fills all hearts and spirits,

Out of the womb a King is born!

Within Winter darkness a light shines bright!

We glow with warmth,

Within winter darkness a light shines bright!

We all glow with warmth,

Forever and ever."