The small victory

For those who fail to empathise,

Lightning shatters your dreams,

For those who are empty and tired from wasted effort,

Will remain so until a change of heart,

For those who do not want to understand another,

A bomb detonates through your impervious facade,

Fore humanity is for love not hate,

It is to guide not to fight,

To embrace and not break.

But, those who get broken love more,

Crushed by another, they strive for the greatest wish,

The wish for humility and justice to win,

Their strength is sight,

To see the right from the wrong.

Delicate in mind,

But strong in will, their heart cannot be still until the Sun's rays shine on the good cause.

The best fight may appear as a loss,

It takes time to emerge,

But this victory is higher,

It is engrained,

It is who we are,

It is this which truly dominates the world,

The will of truth.

All appears as bleak and damaged, and corrupt,

But the will of truth always has victory.

Life is not a game to meddle with emotions,

It's not a front to conquer souls

And have them as a trophy,

Life is precious love and kindness,

It is this kindness which enables the humble man to win,

As the small victory is the conquest over the dark hearted,

This is strength a man has,

And lasts from the break of the dawn of time to the neverending souls in peace. 

The Cross Road

It's the cross road of life,

Decide or regret,

Do I chose cold or do I chose heat,

I'll listen to my heart and decide with my feet.

This way or that,

Left or right,

Is it flight or is it fight,

I'll fight for my heart, I'll fight for my love, I'll fight for my faith, I'll fight from the start.

It's the new chapter in life,

The middle salute,

Will I die or surrender to life,

Will I give in or forgive,

Will I accept or be brave and live.

To live isn't to squander your chances,

It isn't to test your luck,

It isn't to risk your life on triviality,

To live is to be bold in your belief, strong in your strengths, faithful in your fight and tenacious with your time,

It's a chance to build and a chance to align.

I'm on the bridge,

Half way across,

Much water has passed beneath and I remember the gains and the loss,

I got to keep busy living,

I got to start with the first move,

I can't think about death,

I got to keep positive

And think of my first breathe.

Life is too harsh to be barraceded in,

I got to explode forth,

I got to jab and jab my way back in,

I got to take chances and counter punch sin,

Fore this is the way of mercy,

I got to pray and not let evil win.

The cross road is here,

Self reflection or share my heart,

Superficial or a meaningful bond,

Am I trash washed up or is new life at the other end of the shore,

I must dig deeper than ever before,

I must realise my blessings and hold onto that which I adore.

Memories

Memories fade,

No longer sharp, no longer certain,

Focus goes and one is foggy at best,

When the blade is blunt,

Then begins the true test.

The mind is gone,

But the soul is revealed and the heart remains,

Without judgement, without stains,

An empty shell it seems, a disturbed demeanor,

But the childlike person couldn't be cleaner,

Cleansed and pure,

And for this their path is made sure.

Straight to the abode where no challenge is,

Where no demand is,

Where no threat or conflict is,

But only peace and only assurity,

An everlasting moment of clarity,

And ever so beautiful and fruitful,

And only growth and life exist, 

And death has gone for good,

And only abundance and only gratitude,

And there you sing and dance, and rejoice,

Hand in hand,

Brothers and sisters forever,

At last, at last that darkness has gone! 

And the Sun will shine on you!!

The Collision Course

I see myself in you,

And you see me too,

Likeness in an image and spiritual intent,

Saying how you feel, saying what is meant.

You may be hellbent on getting what you want,

But you'll always, no matter what, get what you need,

You may decieve yourself into something you're not,

But, you cannot rewrite the Truth,

You cannot rewrite the Creed.

Stay true to what you want in faith,

And you'll get what you desire,

Not wealth, nor flesh,

But heart and fire,

The passion of the soul,

This is the true goal,

The true sign,

And some day life will align,

Want and need collide in glory and love, 

Never hostility or destruction,

But a gentle overwhelming sincere power of what is meant and what we feel, 

This is real and from above,

The collision course of love.

The touch of love

When a man cannot die,

He sees life in a different way,

He sees life through spirit and not through flesh,

Through intellect not loin,

He sees it with faith and with hope.

When a man cannot die,

His strength is insurmountable,

His determination is unequalled,

His will power is unparalleled,

Only with such force can a man penetrate through evil ways, and disintergrate evil into dust. 

When a man cannot die,

His shield is humility &

His weapon is patience,

His guile is honesty &

His power is trust.

These are the virtues of life,

These are the ways to the focussed path of light,

The ending of life to neverending Heaven of peace. 

Death doesn't touch you,

Death has no power,

Death has no seal,

The creator of deaths bullets bounce of your shield,

And humility strikes him back like a sledgehammer to the skull.

Don't worry about the threat of evil,

When you see the horizon and it's bright and glowing, and the glows flows straight to your heart,

You've made it,

You've done a life's work,

Through the seeing in of suffering,

With the help of angels and the Almighty himself.

Stand up I say,

Stand up, 

Stand up on your feet and stand up for yourself,

Never give in to fear and never give up in your life,

Love is the power that makes you stand,

Love opens your heart to Heavenly glory and ease of pain.

I've walked through every street, through every sideroad and down every path,

Only the straight and the narrow will get you where you want to be,

At point of compassion,

At the crux of creation &

The culmination of life as it is,

Only the straight and narrow path of love,

Of kindness 

Of the gentle touch and the hand of care,

Reach out for this h

and always, reach out and feel the touch of love.

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.