The Fisherman

The evening stands still, warm wind flows with a kind whisper. There's no rush. 

He sips a glass of red wine and smokes a cigarette, his only vice.

Looking onto the harbour the Sun sets and only the waves of the ocean are heard. 

He stumps out his last cigarette, it was a hard day. 

Exhaling, he breaths out bitterness and looks to the next day. Only with determination to be with God and God only.

People come and go, good people and bad, they are always far away, distant. Only God is close. The like minded are few and far between, only two or three. God persists and is always there. 

As he reclines onto his chair he rubs his head and then his face, no worries only patience, no worries only courage. He soon sleeps. 

Woken by the toll of a church bell, he stands and looks to the veranda to see the rising sun. A new life he thinks.  

He unties his boat and sets sail. 

Truth

People think their truth is the truth... Unfortunately for those people, they believe in their own opinion, that's what believing in your own truth is.

It's the comfort that draws them to themself. 

To believe in the truth you have to force yourself out of your own opinion, out of the comfort zone and agree with the Truths opinion.. As only The Truth knows what that is. 

It might hurt to agree, it may break your ego, your arrogance, which always hurts, but with this comes humility, that what you think isn't the be all and end all. There is something greater than you. With this comes the ultimate freedom and power. 

Ask yourself this... Are inanimate objects humble? Are things that do not live humble?

Is one person greater than another person?

Should I question the the real Truth?

Should I believe what an arrogant lier tells me?

Also, the truth has no arrogance,

It is beautiful and kind... It is love.

It defends itself... And is most rejected and hated of all, most criticised and scrutinised, but will never fade or go away, it will always be there, it forgives and never destroys, never takes revenge. 

The truth is knowing the beginning, but also the end.

The truth itself knows everything.

If you don't know the truth, then by all means question... But if you do know, then accept it with all your heart.

Don't be a mobile phone 📱

I've noticed this happens alot, 

They'll message and text you, 

But they won't meet eye to eye, and I ask why, bloody hell, why? 

Please don't be a void avoiding human contact, 

Touch the heart with true connection,

Don't be a screen or a button, 

See face to face over coffee or tea, 

Talk, touch and express your stress, 

Talk life, share ideas, even have a pint or three! 

Don't be a mobile phone, 

Covid is no longer a problem, 

Stuff the new norm, 

Be a person, it's much better that way, 

Don't hide, meet people and confide, 

Open your heart in the presence of a friend, 

Problems solved and mind on the mend!

Its a problem in this modern era of technology, 

Confidence goes when you can hide behind a screen, 

An easy get out clause, 

But, just for a second take a heartfelt pause... 

Remember life, remember friendship, remember the spirit of community, 

Remember happy times and true love, 

Things above the electronic gadgetry of instantaneousness... 

Pause and take hold, 

Hug each other, grab hands and look at each other in the eye, 

People aren't that scary or bad, 

And when you take that step forward you'll think wow I'm glad! 

The Hand on my shoulder

The wreckage is at your feet, 

It's outside and in the street, 

It doesn't matter what you think or feel, 

It's imagined and it isn't real. 

The wreckage is in sight and in mind, 

It's on an unusual level of a rare kind, 

What you see is not what you get,  

Generate a calm mind then this you will forget. 

The wind blows strong, 

The tree still stands, 

I'm not in control, 

It's not in my hands, 

If it falls it falls, 

Only time will tell, 

Do not fear the future or worry about the past, 

Be still at all times as the Truth itself is vast. 

A hurricane is like the devil himself, 

Both attempt to move us, break us and devastate us,

A catastrophic mentality brings about panic and alarm, 

But with peace and prayer comes an impenetrable calm. 

Your friend lays his hand on your shoulder, 

A simple gesture, a simple act, 

But the impact is life changing and mind rearranging, 

Such kindness and such beauty, 

It makes you wonder, 

You are loved, 

You are treasured, 

Your are cherished,

You are special for a special reason, 

Though ongoing is the change of the wind and the changing of season, 

He never changes his mind, 

He is always loving, 

He is always kind, 

His heart remains the same day in day out, 

Sunrise to Sunset,

And this we must never forget. 

On that day that you feel crippled and that day may return, 

You're ready to rise again, 

As faith is stronger than fear, 

And as the Sun rises you mind is made clear, 

That forces of nature are only skin deep, 

And when I feel weak and weep, 

I am heard and helped every time,

As the hand on my shoulder made the Moon and the Sun shine, the Earth we live on and the Star's align. 

The Mission

The light had begun all those years ago, 

The mission started from the birth of time, 

The stars in the sky made to shine, they celebrate when dust became life, 

Thousands of years past, but eternity it lasts,

And now is the time to see the path. 

Sing songs of comfort, 

Sing songs of joy, 

For now is the time to seek, 

Knock on the door and ask for help, 

And take a little peek,

For once you see the treasure inside you'll be sure to change, 

Your life will rearrange from what is lost to what is gained, and in an instant your life will be reclaimed. 

As the planets turn on an axis, such a sublime yet simple thing, 

And the heat of the Sun burns bright as it rises and sets new life begins every day,

Every day we wrong, every day we fall, every day we rise again to see our life in front of us. 

The unverse is a gift to us all, a place we call home, 

The Earth the centre a special dwelling for man until we lose everything and gain it back again, finding a new place to rest our head, and slumber deep and sweet in our warm bed. 

The mission completes on the last page of the book, 

Frightening and deadly we long and fear to take a look, 

But read we must until we rust, and then we will rise for certain from this old Earth's crust. 

Gently does it when we are there, 

But hard is the journey if we let our friend down, so fear wrong and do only what's right, then and only then do we delight and marvel in the presents of a wonderous and mysterious feat, and we know then that the mission is complete!

Irrepressible

I'm a hurricane, I'm a lightning bolt, I'm a exploding volcano, I'm a revolution personified, you cannot contain me, you cannot box me in, you cannot label my life, I will never be what you want me to be or think I should be, I'll be what I want to be! 

I will not be restrained, 

I will not be controlled, 

I will not change my words, my actions or my thoughts for any man or anything!

Im a new horizon, I'm a blast of sunshine, a rising star, there's method in my madness, I can only but go far.

There's no cliché in me, I'm not a has been or was, I'm not over the hill or washed up. 

I'm fresh, I'm new, I'm ongoing development and ongoing progression,

I bear my cross with a smile on my face, with determination and a song of grace,

I'm poor as poor, but my inner being is richer than rich, 

There's no glitch in me, 

There's nothing wrong in me, 

If you see it, 

That's your problem, 

That's your fault, 

That's what's wrong with YOU. 

I'm my own law, my own rule, and  that's cool, 

It's cool to be different, 

To be unusual, 

To be strange, 

You may point the finger or gesticulate your hand my way, 

But, it's my way or no way! Understand?! 

Everybody has flaws and weaknesses, 

But some people dig deep and grind in life like a lion, and their heart roars with might, 

As to live in life is to fight and fight and FIGHT! 

I'm a giant, a monolith, but you'd never know, 

As my countenance is humble and my head is low, 

The greatest is the least, but the fire burns ferocious within the soul, 

To get to where I need to get, 

And your evil ways and the evil one himself will never stop me, 

I will never break my stride to get where I'm going, 

Your daggers will not kill me, 

Because I'm God made, 

God tells me what to do and how to live my life, 

God gave me the power, 

Gave me the power to be good, 

Gave me the power to be strong, 

Like an athlete I'll keep running and I'll keep rowing to get where I'm going, 

And nothing and nobody will stop me! 

Love and War

A Spartan battlefield, barron and stark, apart from a single spear embedded in the soil. 

No bird here, no finch, nor sparrow,

But shoots of Crocus so green, so pure, sprouting with beads of dew hanging on their very skin,

So small, so delicate. 

The freshest breeze blowing down on their hanging heads,

Time stands still. 

for a moment death returns and sadness envelopes them, 

A burst of warm sunlight from beyond distant murky clay hills

raises their heads bit by bit and the chitter chatter of Sparrows soon follows. 

The Greek elite were victorious, 

The enemy ignored their message of "IF" and threw an onslaught regardless,

Swiftly and powerfully the foe was destroyed, 

With violence and bloodshed

freedom was assured.

A pity. 

Though, 

the bloom of the Crocus and the Laconium Thyme was immenent, the purest of beauty and natural freedom. 

They threatened with "If we invade you we shall conquer you" 

The Spartans replied with a singular word "IF". 

The embedded spear was for not long alone, love from nature would surround it and in time prayer would overpower it.