Freedom will come

I'm Locked in a cage

in the confines of my home,

people listen in as

I fight with my thoughts,

anger, resentment and worry,

people point the finger and talk with certainty about uncertain things and 

think they know me, when I don't even know them,

I rage inside,

my mind races,

I pace back and forth,

restless and unrelenting.

Then one day,

Someone unlocks my life,

Not with a key or with their hands,

But with a small word of encouragement,

A true word of love

and peace overwhelmed me,

Peace grew around my body like a vine, holding me firm and giving me strength,

The vine didn't hold me down, but like a friend it held me and helped me on my way to freedom.

With freedom anything is possible,

Anything which stems and has its roots in nourishing goodness,

The earth in which we walk has this goodness,

But only with unquenchable hope can everlasting shoots grow, 

It is hope soaring high into the clouds that gives ultimate freedom,

The Eagle is strong and tenacious, and grapples with talons clinging onto hope with vigour, 

But it is only with the Doves spirit of peace and stillness that hope lasts! 

The descended Dove displays inner strength, spiritual powers to tackle life's greatest warfare! 

Never give in to your demons!

Never let your enemies cloud your judgement,

Hold on to what is dear to you and resist to be tainted and tarnished with words that are not you and never were, 

Never let another stand in your ground,

But, by all means help those who need help,

Give with generosity,

Share your love with kindness,

Be a rock and a Dove,

Be the Lion and the Lamb,

Be a force of nature and a spiritual King!

Freedom will come,

With peace in your heart and hope gives rest to us all! 

Sacrifice

I open my book and read.

Is this it? Is it time? Can things get worse?

I'm scratching and crawling,

Itching and gnawing, gnashing my teeth with anger,

Irritation sending me up brittle scaffolding in this hot and dusty time. 

Beautiful sun rays gaze through the floating thick clouds, 

But, I can't appreciate this natural wonder right now,

I'm in a phase of pointing my finger and setting the world to rights,

Fighting fights I can't win,

There in my head, so I must let go and take in the magnificence of my surroundings, and throw these thoughts to the bin.

The shine, the reflections, the blaze of the sun, leaves synthesising light, they never lose their life is won. One in being alive and two in simplicity, three in nourishing the world and four in synchronicity. Synchronised better than any clock to the natural world, they know I'm there, they see me and hear me.

Trees experience trauma, but never complain, they only give and help us sustain, they see the light and grow towards it, exhaling life into our lungs and systems. Everything that has breath sings and calls the name of that which helps it grow, I believe. The flow of water to the roots, into the shoots, creates a perpetual motion and unending cyclical growth of hope.

Both beast and herb are precious, 

we eat them to live, 

all life is sacrifice,

With kindness and giving,

Without eachother there is no living.

The lamb was sacrificed and endured torture, 

The fish was caught and eaten,

The lion was tamed and became a friend,

The donkey was ridden on to the death,

And the horse led the way.

The thunder cloud is descended and the final olive branch is received,

The palm leaves are held high.

 

It is time! 

 

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.