Love is the warmth

Love is within us,

We must show and feel it,

Expose the fire and kindle our openness,

As light brings the food of the future,

Creating real dreams and affectionate soft petal-like touches.

Be a broad Palm leaf absorbing the sunlight,

Soak it up and transmit your positive oxygen,

Only goodness comes in this way and only the breath of exhilaration is exhaled.

Earthy hands feel the compost of creation,

Remember your roots and

Embrace change,

Even the slightest touch of love must be held close,

So that it can grow,

Like a grapevine it clings on to structure and strength,

Expanding and giving fruit, it's voluminous sweetness is ever tasted.

Wiping my brow in the heat,

My inner glow never ends,

I show it and absorb it,

Show your desire and the fire you feel,

This energy of steps of bare feet to the sea is cooled, but not quenched as the dazzle must continue from inside.

The spark snaps and crackles,

Jumping forward to new places and people,

Remembering flames showering you like falling embers of blossom,

As brightness comes through the silhouette of the Sycamore and onto my face,

I hold this atmosphere strong and close!

Poetry Manifesto

How many people really know you?!

Your inner state of being,

The crux that holds you together,

The outward appearance, hiding the inner frailties forever,

The confusion within the mess that is your stress and your strain of life,

Your solid strength and your timid weakness. How many people really know these things?

Do people really know you?!

What you've experienced, your deepest sadness, your euphoric victories!

What drove you insane and back from brink of insanity again,

What surrounds your soft centred and the grit in your outward exterior,

What you see in the mirror and who looks back,

The explosion in your mind and the damage in your heart,

What really brings you peace and joy, sorrow, ecstasy and a warmth inside!

I know who I am brethren!

Do you know who you are?

If you wear a mask, ripped it off with pleasure and show the world who you truly are!

What makes your heart beat and skip,

Are you in essence good or evil?

Because for me it's clear cut!

Do not judge me sonny, by your standards!

Do not belittle me boy, with your slander,

Undermine me at your peril girl, 

Abuse and use me at your own detriment missy,

I'm nobody's puppet,

Nobody's toy,

I'm not soft clay that you can mould how you want,

Yes, I'm speaking for the many who have been hurt!

Yes, I'm angry! And I should be! Nothing wrong with that! No darkness in anger if expressed in a good and right way brothers and sisters!

I'll always be the rock,

Right at the depths of the deep,

Fore there is always only one way I aim,

I aim high!

I rise!

I float above and beyond the stars and ride the asteroid waves!

I kick star dust in the face of the bully!

I sweep them under the crust of the Earth and pat the earth firmly down!

My friends are the animals and birds, the plants and flowers and trees!

My friends are the few,

The few self aware people who shine the light of goodness and the sensitive souls, whose only fault is that sensitive and delicate nature.

Beware of the Grizzly Bear and the Harpy Eagle, the Wren and the Weasel, the Buttercup, the Dandelion and the Daisy, fore my friends are all around, 

The man and woman whose hand I grasp graciously, and open up to and tell them what's on my mind and in my heart! 

Fore they are strong and courageous to the core!

Open your windows and reveal your soul to the neighbourhood,

Let them spread their rumours, 

Let them squabble amongst themselves,

Rise above their pettiness

Above their idle gossip and chit chat,

Forget what your teachers told you,

Professors and lecturers too,

Forget vanity and arrogance,

Forget French philosophy,

Forget that nonsense Nietzsche uttered,

Remember the Forerunner,

Remember the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last,

This is what makes a person stronger - Faith, Hope and above everything on the face of the Earth and in the entire universe... It is Love!!! 

Love is what makes you strong!

The three Sparrows

With warm love on their wings they float to the heart of the the city,

The distant sound of bells toll as they fly,

The air is fresh,

The sound crisp, my stomach strong and mind free as I watch them ground,

Sun light breaks through thick cumulus,

They chirp not calling to eachother,

But in praise to their creator,

They breath and they hope too,

With joy they fly off,

With pride they praise,

They swoop down and meet at a cross roads,

Where there are berries to eat and water to sip,

They hop and jump with verve and fascination.

Flying away as the clouds seal once again,

They head forth to a new land, a new vehement,

To begin a new life,

No danger will touch them there,

Their persistence will continue only with a bowed soul and bold head,

Never to see death,

Never to witness suffering,

Here at the heart of the city there is only salvation.

The sparrows weave a golden thread,

And seal it with a knot, 

Tying our hearts with the light of loving kindness,

Immediately the flowers of Heaven and Earth take bloom and an explosion of colours and scents rise in the soft breeze of humid heat of the this humble day,

Here now is the celebration of life in us all,

The growing in expectation,

The wonderment of the future,

To see only and feel only energy that is pure and good,

In the hearts of these bringers of hope,

The sparrows delight,

And as they fly away not far behind cometh The Light.

A nostalgic peace

If you look deeper you will find that the world is not surface superficial. It is not the pain in the neck electronic garble and nonsensical air time, it is not. 

It is nature, It is travelling and seeing, and experience,

It's the stepping onto a bridge from one place to another,

It's a shaking embrace, tears and expression,

It is art and music of laughter and painting on canvas with oil or acrylic,

It is the beat of heart, rhythm of wind and water current,

love of green and brown, muddy water and mess,

Playing outside and eating lollypops,

not being afraid and not having a care in the world.

It is looking in awe,

Seeing and valuing,

Stepping back and taking in,

Thorough appreciation and respect of the greatness of life.

The touch down of a gull on the surface of the ocean,

A burst of pace and sweat of a man,

The brute energy of wolf and dog,

The raw of a solitary lion,

A baritone or soprano sound or an outburst of improvisation,

The singing of birds in exhalation and exhilaration,

A stretching up and the kneeling down,

A prayer and sigh,

The breath and the life.

Return to the root of existence!

My friend the light

I look up into the distant universe from my home in Fulham and think,

Far far away within the black hole beyond the clouds, stars and galaxies 

exists the creating and  restoring everlasting light.

That light that gives,

That light that is Good,

That light that empowers,

That light that enables salvation.

When I pray, I know only love can help me.

This light is the brightest! 

It's not like the moon that merely reflects light within the darkness of night, or like the sun which is burning gas, 

But this is light that only love creates.

It's not a dominant light, but fulfilling, a caressing light that eases pain, that extinguishes ego and encourages humility, a light that's protects and promises and never gives up on me!

My experience exists within this light and it understands me better than I understand myself. This friendship that exists between me and the light is better than any other, as it is perfect as The Light is perfection itself. 

Imagine being friends with perfection? 

Perfection is Truth,

Perfection is what we all seek, 

Perfection is attainable in our lives if only we ask for His guiding hand, 

If we ask that sincere question,

He will carry us forever on His shoulders,

He will gives us His strength,

He will be the open vessel that floods our soul with loving kindness and warmth,

Never will He leave us!

You just need to ask,

It's as simple as that.

Blessed is he who has The Light of the living God with him! 

Blessed is he who prays to Him!

Blessed is he who has His Love in his life! 

My perfect friend lifts me up from my bed every day, 

Gives me the power to attain that which I need to attain in my life...

And helps me rest when I sleep.

I have faith in Him,

As He is my faith,

He is my strength, 

He is in my flesh and in my blood,

He is my power and my glory,

His name is Jesus of Nazareth.

The Garden of Gesthemane

The challenge that is life,

With each moment brings new battles and broken bridges,

Uphills and rough terrain,

Everything is war.

Psychological, emotional, physical and mental, 

The nuclear warhead explodes, radiating destruction,

The oncoming blast of evil obliterates everything in its path.

War with pain,

War with arrogance,

War with insecurity,

War with outward appearance and inner feelings,

War with addiction,

War with health,

War with nature,

War with opinion,

War with truth,

War with fact and fiction,

War with guns, missiles and ammunition,

War with enemies,

War with friends,

The medicine in life is hatred.

But,

In war,

There is conquest over evil adversity in our minds and hearts, the battlefield won by the humble, the victory over darkness, the purity in people that comes forth in open arms and innocence reducing us to compassion and new bridges are constructed.

In the level sunlit path heading forward to the Olive Grove of reconciliation

the true medicine is humility,

the truly humble fight the real fight,

They cannot be demeaned,

They cannot be belittled,

They cannot be beaten down,

fore the Truth is on their side.

But, with this gift come the hardest tests, 

Tests for the strongest people, 

Those absolute people,

This is spiritual warfare, only here does hatred kneel and bow its head to love.

In the name of Genesis, and of Resurrection, and of the Light that shines on us all. 

The White Horse 🐎

The white horse trots away

with such grace. 

His mission is complete, he heads to the flowered meadows and olive groves beneath the mountains.

To the one's who deny the white horse -

do not judge me I say, do not preach to me, 

And do not think the Lamb is just timid and shy,

And I'll tell you why, 

If you believe in nothing,

Then nothing matters,

But, I will not budge my mind for you,

I will not budge my heart either, 

You are sticky like Cleaver, but I will not stick to you,

I stick to one who's words stick forever,

Stick in my heart,

Fore we are all imperfect,

Life's a balance, life's not a game, 

Do not blame a Lion you cannot tame,

Or get crushed in its jaws,

Outreach your hand to mine and climb, 

Not for fame and adulation or admiration,

Reach for the sky, reach for the center of the black hole, as within darkness shines forth Light, 

Look within, as inside are the cells bound by the Light,

Reach far and high,

And you will never die,

Or even cry,

As the Light shining does not sleep or lie.

Look for the leading horse

galloping fast to the mountain's summit,

The leading horse is bright white,

Lightening quick it bolts,

As it enjoys peace, but is bold and strong,

The second horse is lean and grey and doesn't eat grass or straw.

The third one is brown like the earth and not what it seems,

The last is as black as night. 

Follow the white horse for the Light of Heaven, fore He is Heaven sent, 

The grey horse is deception, a distortion of perception,

The brown is worldly humanity, for those seeking earthly fortune and sexuality,

The black is destruction and rage from another lineage of book and page, arrogantly bowed.

The white horse is The Gift,

We are flawed people,

But we have gifts too,

If only we follow the white horse,

This is not Morse code, a puzzle or a labyrinth,

It's plain as the nose on your face,

It's not a rhyme or riddle to figure out, 

It's the True poetry of Life,

Look around and see,

The insightful see it,

The intuitive rise,

The good get it,

The strong and the wise, 

The peacemakers and rebels,

The weird and strange,

The mocked and stricken,

The chained and the caged,

Don't enslave yourself with pride, don't fade within arrogant skin.  

The white horse stops infront of me,

Such loving kindness,

I stroke his nose and feel his warm breath,

In the end the beginning of life is death.