Evolution is creation continual.
All around the waterhole they dwell.
Stringed puppets made to dance
Swelling prides upon the chance of routine parade.
Here I am changing with the moment
Hoping to hold true the movement of the tides.
Fade from an existence futile
Sink into the colours vibrant.
Home asleep upon a blanket pillow
Our minds do wallow
As we await in expectation the presence of a
Maiden painted a tainted green - For she
Hath been constructed upon the foundations
Of a resentful envy mean. Still reverence fuels her virtue.
Adorned in multi-coloured garments
They consume our forms without consent.
Beyond the priory walls
They are calling still
Within the mountain range
Lay wasted the taste deranged of monumental memories.
Suckling upon the mammary
Suckling upon the memory.
Loyalty unending cries
Weeping tears through bloodshot eyes.
Movement in the herd shivers vibrations
Throughout the plains of our existence.
Duplicate perfection passes us by
A tearful baby cries shedding fears of Joy
Whilst trying to smile beyond the wall of monsoon revelations.
Crying for his creators refuse to accept the reality surreal
That surrounds them as a child un grounded
Heralds the sound of fanfare revolution.
Evolution is creation continual.
Love is the appreciation of the soul that doth not know
Your shell as a home but as a sanctuary from the dogs
Of clouded vision that stalk us throughout our nightmares.
Share the warmth you find beside the fireplace curled
Seek to know your mind as one with the world outside
Your window turning whilst gathering senses form the storms
Of emotion swift - For now I am naught but driftwood
Passive to the flow of my rivers knowing.
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Virgin Angel Butterfly Wings
A call upon the line manifests itself into a movement of emotion swift.
Leave me here to drift I’m happy enough within the circle.
As rifts form a chasm of unfolding the story untold, as we stride once more
Bold into the headlights, growing old beneath the streetlight, I await
Still the coming of a confidence strong enough to roll the words out
From upon my tongue, since I was young they hath haunted me; the demons
Of insecurity and now I know how to show the world that I can do so much
More than lie placid by the fireplace curled. Out of our shells we form as
Virgin angel butterfly wings. Sing Summer Sing, Oh what love it is you bring.
Ring bells ring, Oh what sounds of Joy you bring to the fool upon the hill
Toying with his perception of those upon the ground. He’s waiting there still
Lost unsound of reason. Where can he turn as the yoke mid-graze spellbinds
His conduct, leaving him subject to the music of the spheres? Where is his to turn?
Where is he to hide his tears as he runs shedding fears as snake skins upon a whim?
Sing Love sing, inspire as my muse. Sing Muse your words of wisdom, bring Love
Light from beyond the void of the chasm calling, the abyss is beckoning upon us to fall.
As the tears of angels plummet in unison beating upon the ground in an act of fusion,
They sink into their mothers cheek as still my knees grow weak at the sound of their
Fanfare parading.
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When a Poet Loves
The Empress lay upon the shimmering glades as they glisten with reflections upon morning dew. Within her heart dwells the spirit of Eternal Love, her stare a perfect
Blue. She hath known the touch of papyrus upon her palms, she hath known her calms
Immaculate yet retains in her stride the strength to ride the storm of mysteries tiding.
Such a beauty her eyes conceal, such a grace I’d never known as real before her soul
Strode so boldly within this heart of mine, abstracting the way I feel. She leaves me the
Time within which I may melt my insecurities. Freed am I from ‘dull realities’ as I stand
Straight by her side yet it is only now that I realize the true wonder of all that lay beyond
Her flesh, only now do I realize that she contains the freshest of poetic breaths.
The projection of her emotion upon the winds of the hills
Thrills as it fills the atmosphere of the poets heart.
The Good Folk, Fey, they dance around her, entranced by her creation,
She leads them unknowing in their dance as they plait their hairs to mimic the maiden,
They dance and chant and form circles within the garden green,
They are the children of our observation, those elemental beings
Who may fly so soft whilst swift upon emotion,
As all rivers flow towards the ocean so we must
Make the most of the moment,
Erect a monument to the memory of your Love
Take in the skies above and the ground below
Turn within the circle round,
Know all that’s lost will one day be found.
When a poet loves, he loves dearly through eyes unclear.
When a poet loves he can do naught but shed a tear.
Cry for Joy, laugh through sorrow,
Know Love shall reign as King tomorrow
And the princess, hand in hand with the prince of dreams
Shall stand, hand in hand, bonded by a love of this land of Emerald greens.
Dream a dream for me
I’ll dream a dream for you
Laid upon the dazzling glades
We may embrace a perfect blue
Dream a dream of me
I’ll dream a dream of you
Adorned in Edwardian stylings
Our hearts may dance in appreciation of the view.
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The Feathers of Dreams
The midnight hour has long since past and still by candlelight I turn,
My eyes are burning with the strain of receiving all that surrounds them.
Naked as the day I was born I sense the dissolution of my limitations,
The spirit invoked, the last skin smoked and I am set free into the blanket night.
A light hearted melody fuels the motion of my mind and I dance
Wild and free upon the wings of expression adorned in the feathers of dreams.
As a Celtic knot wraps its shadow around my wrist a maiden appears in the shade,
The definition of her face is fading but there wading with the ghosts of a life
Long since lived she dwells, her emotion swelling upon the look within my eyes.
Offering her hand to me she offers freedom from this world of our awakening
Yet a shift in her smile allows her grace to lift one moment enough to see that
She is far from a position to offer the gifts she promises so lightly with her words.
She lies unheard of amongst those that would wish to measure her features
For she is beyond manifestation, she is creation adorned in the feathers of dreams.
With a pensive smile she embraced me, smothering me with her warm caress
And whispered into my ear ‘All is not as it once was, yet still all is one in the same.
Love thyself and love thy all and know that even when you have fallen I shall
Embrace you into my arms for I am all you aspire to be. I shall know you
Until your final dream and I shall walk with you through nightmares as I shall
Share with you the joys of the world. I shall drown in the sorrows of tomorrow
With you in my arms breathing fresh breath into your lungs until your day is done.
I am the sun as I am the moon as I am the flower in springtime bloom,
I am the blood that runs in your veins as I am the wind as I am the rain
I am the earth as I am the sky as I am the reason you wish you could fly.
I am the ghost of memories past, I am reflections in broken glass.
I am all and I am you and everything I say is true, believe and blessed be.’
As she spoke the last words of her wisdom she began to sink into the shade.
Fading by the moment she motioned a kiss upon the air as she ran her fingers
Through her hair and turned into the midnight sun, striding as one in perfect unity.
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Come Together
As mystery ferments within the womb of Our Mother
We anticipate the rebirth of appreciation.
Meditate within your shell,
Build your heaven from the remnants of a hollow hell.
Ramble little lamb, forever onwards towards the horizon,
As clouds above form as child flown chariots, raining down
Strikes on inspiration. Forget regret.
The Muse she stirs my heart a blur,
As spiral constructs obstruct the glare
Of Apollo in his pride
High above, oh yellow yoke
The higher he’s a getting
The sooner will his race be run
The nearer he’ll be to setting.
Towers cooling bellow smoke into the purity of the skyline.
Tainting yellow, a sickly shade the skin of those fools
Who would dig a hole with the palms of their hands,
If only to find a spade.
The void beckons beyond the flick of a switch,
In absence of substance the soul feeds upon itself.
Catering for carelessness, placing consideration upon the shelf.
Sing Bard Sing
Oh what a Love it is you bring.
Satisfy my soul in grooving the
Story untold.
An ode to un-named Gods un-tamed.
Never to be seen by waking wise.
Roaming through the wilderness
Crimson fury in their eyes.
Recognition fuels their strength
They seek a guardian tribe.
They seek their recognition so they may
Dwell secure within a swelling pride.
Still they retain a power that surpasses
All but the Fates who rule as the hand unseen.
Waking eyes seek no surprises.
They expect the sun in the sky by day.
Seek the midnight source unseen.
Let it guide your way.
In the duration of our souls existence eternal it lay as an internal necessity
Within the process of harmonious balance that one day we each will meet
Its half to make them whole. Opportunities wasted may one day be placed
Again before your soul. As wine ready to be tasted. Don’t spit it out. Don’t waste in wanting. Seek not profit as your goal as a prophet, understand your dreams.
Destiny lay as a thread defined
Within the dreams that form within our minds.
Born of ether
Calm the child
Send him to the valley wild.
Within the green,
So he may dream
Of a picture he can paint.
Un-tainted by the perversion of perfection.
How are we to prepare if Fate is so willing
To tear the fabric routine without reservation.
How am I to set my path if the Fates are so
Willing to laugh down upon the face of my
Reluctance to dance a game of chance.
Through reflections we find no affection for the form of the soul
That lay before, the questing soul, a filling hole, seeks the doorway
Concealed to be revealed through pious sacrifice.
Say.
Say what you are wanting to say,
Play it your way.
For you know as well as any
That your way is the only way
To play the games they’ll want you to play.
Have it your way,
Say.
In an age of lawlessness
We find Justice laid out upon the floor,
Empty bottle in hand, howling for more.
Intoxicated and deranged,
She knows no longer the balance of the scales.
She knows no longer her failings derailed.
As she wades through the filth that swamps our streets,
As we grimace in paranoia in confrontation with the
People we meet, How it saddens my heart to see this town,
This world of ours tearing itself apart.
Slip inside the looking glass
Within a process of meditation
As a shaman lead the trance in frenzy
Whilst dancing to the beat of rhythmic intoxications.
Excess skin hands loose from the bones of her construct.
Ripples encircle her nipples as she moves,
As the fabric constraint maintains the firm of her bosom.
Fishnet stockings dissect the flesh revealed.
As eyes furious in their monitor
Collide upon her frontier.
Imagination fuels desire as burning in and out of fashion
The hidden torch pf passion lay ready to feel the crashing of the tides.
Only the blind may face Apollo without fear of obscure visions.
Only the man who wishes to keep in tact the illusion of sanity
Would wish to wipe away the tears. Be not scared to embrace the
Vision that greets you as you glance to grasp for just one moment
The form of Apollo’s glory.
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Ghost Reflection
So much there is to see, never too much, always a blanket of ecstasy.
Pollute not the river of your knowing, for we glow – each and everyone.
Know that we glow, that we are as shining celestial mansions illuminating.
Blowing in the storms of ether elemental, I lay naked in your arms.
I am at one with the peace of the world, here in your arms, safe and serene.
Here I find my sanctuary from the world outside still turning.
Strange beasts fuelled on fearful agony rule this night for most.
Ghost projections host the reflection of the nightmare. Come.
Come share with me a smile, just one moment, one movement in descent.
People on the bridge above me, they know not that they proclaim
In their presence alone the grandeur of the world. Love all consuming.
I love them all but you the most, you my ghost reflection.
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Blanket Syd
Here we are as smoke rings in the atmosphere stirred by our maidens
Churning, as spinning in orbit she incites gravity to push.
A rush of nightmares insist upon visions blurred,
I dreamt the night before last of otherworldly eyes beckoning
In the form I recognized as the girl for whom I longed.
A thousand girls have passed my way most without a smile to share,
Thronging in the nightmare riddled with familiar faces.
This girl she’s there beyond the stair fall, beyond dream time
Lost in reality skirting upon the edge as she wills the fall of
Restriction, dissolving friction in an instant, innocence beyond the
Keeping of youth’s grand adventure.
There lies another soul; a lover lost playing the fool.
There she lay begging to the camera, stammering whilst she feeds
From the pool of Apollo’s seed. What greed it is to witness, beyond the
Tendencies of the voyeur.
Dominant in submission, forget restrictions, let it ride.
The wave rises in flowing, I forget he moment, no regrets for the present.
Nowhere to hide, no need to run.
Here I lay on blanket Syd
Awaiting the journey,
Holding no expectations on the trip
Slipping into calms unseen, unknowing
Where I am or where I've been I feel
Reality fades, into shades of floral curls,
Peeling from the lampshade skin shed feeds the dead
Those that lay within singing soft laments by the night,
In repulsion of the nightmare.
Here I lay on blanket Syd
Wondering what it is that lies hidden
Beyond the boundaries of my quests flowing,
Knowledge to quench the thirst of wisdom,
I seek the wisdom to listen and nothing more,
Think not of return to your form, drift, lift, shift,
Think not of the rift between your friends
For all it is we need in the end is someone to care for,
Someone to kiss
My lips have not known touch for an eternity,
Far beyond the valley our maiden lies beyond the wall of sleep
They call it insanity we know it as vanity
Placid is youth beyond the reach of Father times forgiveness.
Stare beyond the screen,
The girl she'll never know the way she makes me grows.
All she knows unknowing all revealed uncoiling.
Glowing in the embers heat in resurrection
Ride beyond your reflection as Venus calls feeding aphrodisiacs to the stars
Know in rotation that you are one in the same, God, Christ, the all, a pantheon of
Wonders, of characters born to places unknown, this is all we know, to question
Wonder in miracle, to think in fickle shakes, brittle to the touch, shattered souls
Lay beneath a sky dyed mellow yellow.
Shallow in fading here are souls are Laid to waste in the shade by crows calling in confidence,
Striking conversations in reverence of ancient forces, ancient sources.
Broken earth lies shaken in the wake of the dogs outside hounding, howling the tamed
awaken the homeless who say silent, all they want is to lie unstirred, uncaring.
Deep within a root bears witness to the quake of his mothers shaking,
Embryos lies tattered in the womb, shattered the memory of idealism lay wounded.
All it is I have to find the girl who can appreciate a soul lost in the absence of reality,
Appreciation of another is all i seek in a lover, that and eyes deep in which to sink
That and a heart within which to nestle, hiding from the world outside wrestling still with the notion of Love free for the taking beyond the hills.
There maidens dance for elders who lay undisturbed
In the telling of their tales, reciting the past to such extents as you would imagine a moment could
Last forever in description.
Here we lie beyond restriction with the hope for happiness bounding
Here we lay lost unfound hearing all there is that lies unheard
Caring for those who long since cease to care,
Tending to the elf lock I find within my hair I realize I may well not be there,
Here, there, everywhere we turn we find them 5 leaves clinging upon the branch,
Chancing on the dance Impish Fey speak omens into the soul of the world,
The world as one, as a body lost in the void, spinning pulled by the force
Of Gravities unknowing potential.
In a return to the elemental we fear nothing but the
Shadow of a stranger, the danger that rings with the unknowing
The danger of sirens calling, of falling in and out of temptation.
Tomorrow the rise of a soul to supplant the daemon held strong at the helm of this
Form, I feel as though possessed, as If obsessed with the image of her holding,
Of unloading my heart unto hers taking on the weight of her own,
This is all I seek a heart with which mine can find a home away from home,
Still here I lay prone to false ideals, hoping in dance that I may chance a life anew
Beyond the horizon, beyond the fall of horizons eternal width,
Out of vision the world burns a soft flame,
In and out the same we find ourselves a clown shouting
Obscenity at the prospect of profanity,
Wave upon wave your grace in saving washes upon the shoreline fading
Hour upon hour wasted, wine upon the vine tasted,
Through Sweet and sour places we keep on wading through the faceless
Those who choose to adorn no mask for their parade
Who can blame them, for all it is a dream in the end,
Beyond safety, beyond the surprise, Who may picture the picture in the need of
Desperation, Deserts desperate for respiration, for the soak await the cloaking of the night realm
So they may gather in the cool a pool of condensation on which to feed on which to breed,
Upon which to die and bleed eternal beyond the inferno.
My muscle ache to type, Lost a mind beyond the hype of knowing the present from the past.
In knowing it will never last what point is there to be found in crying about what was never cast
Nor set in stone, here alone I feel all I ever could feel, my skin fit for peeling, I feel the need for
A life a new, the new year dawns beyond the hills, Still the dogs of our creations hound us in prowling,
Howling for the blood of the serpent that slay the raven, the raven that slay the worm in his crawling,
Howling for the blood of the servant who sent the queen raving with ideas that the sky was falling.
through corridors of ice we thaw, slow but sure,
Knowing patience to be the cure.
Convincing tricks played upon the eye by the mind reveal a kind of horror that is hard to find, as shadows mix to the fade.
Let us forget the reflections in the mirror, let us pass to fields of rainbows set to yield a passion in fashion.
What are you seeking within the day but another way, Look back not into the haze, Un-phased pass out upon the grass awhile?
Smoke a little rainbow, await the day to pass.
I await the time I see the girl next so I may ask her what her dream entailed, whether I passed the test of failed
Close your eyes in the knowledge that your loosing a race that is never to be won.
Alike the last rays of a dying sun we know that all it is another story begun,
Unfolding into the cosmos my mind bends circles around the room, swirling to curl,
Skirting upon the edge of madness, lost beyond the wall of sleeps un sung innocence,
What defense do I hold in not knowing the story untold?
Eyes skirt upon the verge of flirting,
Fluttering a heart of butter melts below her stare,
A world within a journey, to journey within a world
In trance I lay chancing upon my dreamtime sanctuary
Beside the fire curled. As the colours whir, as the
Cauldron of life’s ocean stirs to wake a soul shaken within a flare
Of movement. Here perceive the moment in descent.
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Wasted Opportunities.
Wasted opportunities haunt the memory of adolescence,
I remember a time within the white room
As smoke bellowed alongside monsoon thunder
I placed resistance before instinct in turning my head from the girl.
These days she runs in frantic routines,
Finding time only once in a while to turn her smile my way.
My earliest memories are of the girl her eyes a blue fantastic
Piercing the hollows of my shell her smile was pure innocence,
Truly the only cure for looking glass blues.
Inside the circle we played amongst the grey
Seeking within the day the words to say to one another.
Paddling throughout infancy, attachments were set in stone
And even now no soul claims priority above the soul that Love forgot,
Not out of carelessness but of an inability to cope with the fact
She was never there to hold me true in embrace.
We were torn, seams worn at such a young age
That she seemed naught but a distant dream
Lost within the journals of memories wandering.
Forever picking up the pieces off the floor
Forever wanting for more, how am I
To grow in appreciation of the moment.
Seeing her again after so many years
Brought naught more than tears to my eyes.
Eros let sail an arrow from his bow,
Failing in stirring her passion he left me wounded
A soul out of fashion with the false idols of media that rule her world.
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Blanket Syd - The World Anew
All I seek is a lust beyond the want for climax,
I seek a beauty with which to trust my soul;
A beauty to make me whole in knowing
We flow as one in the same.
Inside placid beasts lay tamed
As angels outside play games un-named.
Gabrielle opens up her eyes to you, turning her head ornamental,
Beseeching to minds lost in wonderment oriental philosophies on which to ponder.
She holds within her form the innocence of the lamb still she retains a knowledge of the flesh.
She feeds the imagination with promises of sexual gratification fresh as golden fabrics flow in swallowing her form. Her head turns upon a spine cast within the kiln as Blanket Syd distorts the visions of the helmsman holding fantasy captive within the bounds of reality.
She stands domineering in her stance. Daring you to dance for her – she’s daring you to throw inhibition from upon your shoulders - She’s daring you to know Love as your lover.
Red skin gum sticks the joint your holding stiff with your thumb.
Roll. Succumb to the numbing of the senses as the imagination leaps
In bounding, the imagination lay forever lost in searching – attempting to find that which was never there to be found.
Bend the words upon a whim
Skim the surface, don’t break the skin.
Remember, I remember the first time I saw myself from the past
A beard full in flowing clung to my cheeks, my knees forever weak within an age of longing.
Stroke the beast that keeps you calm
So soft to touch upon the palm of your hand.
Lost is ever generation, lost beyond a care.
How old these souls must be now in reflecting upon the time they spent trashed
Crashed out with Joplin’s tones upon the airwaves, screaming the blues to a tune
Of orchestral happiness – Still the blues shine through forever bound within the tragedy
Of a flower born aloft upon the wind. For every song she sung a thousand generations will cry
Awaiting her kind to be born again – The myths are made once your dues are paid then poets will sing your laments.
How culture must resent the descent of youths talent deflowered.
The music’s over yet still she holds strong the crowd.
When I think of all the souls I’ve known I know I loved them all.
Never half but always whole.
They say kissing builds up the muscles in your mouth.
Keep on feeding each other, if your too tired to chew pass it on
Next comes some poor fool lost without his cane.
The oracle serves well the mind of the acid soaked mariner
Lost upon surface of disillusionment – the depths of the abyss they beckon
Calling for confrontation – Push away the daemon for a while
Smile.
Lost in his manor, seeking solace in the arms of a strange unknowing caress
You can hear them calling upon the edge of sleep, keeping dry sanity from the rain.
Rise from the floor your throne.
One ear feels thick to the finger
Almost stuffed the other cold
As I shuffle ever knowing each second I am older
Yet time dissolves as we feel Our mother revolve
Turning, spurring on creation anew – Creation through destruction breathes
As nutrients are embraced by the soil of the earth as a given gift from Autumns trees.
I know now that meditation is to be found within the realms of masturbation.
I feel sound within myself yet can seem to lift no idea of construct sane from upon the shelf.
Still Gabrielle sings, whispering soft melodies through the winding corridors of trees.
She offers out her hand to me, promising freedom - She promised I would see the World Tree.
She sings soft as an angels charm, claiming that she hath known no death in life.
In you I perceive a beauty of wonderment
Into you I wish I could flow alike a river
Swollen with freshly thawed waters
Dripping to sip she’s sipping from the drip.
Three hours since my soul supped maddened bliss,
I wonder is this night to be mine alone.
For frozen, inescapable horrors lay slumbering upon the
Verge of perversions fantastic.
Gabrielle stirs my soul once more
Opening up the doorways of my heart
Parting the tides below which I have been hiding.
Magick resides within, empowered words vibrate from upon the paper
Surging through the eyes of the observer.
All we need is to know there is another who understands us
All we need is to know there is another who will love us.
I perceive a beauty untarnished
A beauty; raw and unpolluted
Nature at peace within the most harmonious of forms
Still her proportions differ from the norm whilst riding
The waves of storm clouds over head a-gathering
She herds the clouds with the palm of her hand.
She’s asking you to sing
So that you may know
What Love it is she brings
Beneath a blanket snow.
Love could never know the love I have for Love
War could never know the war I would wage on War.
Hate could never know the hatred I feel for Hate.
Patience beside her virtues waits shaking her head
By the cemetery gates – awaiting us to turn –
Knowing we shall one day learn to take within our stride
The undertakings of the Time’s tides ever crashing –
Ever weathering the pride we take in our forms
She awaits for us to know her shelter from the storm.
Outside the winds await in bated breathe
Un able as they are to rest upon the edge of space
‘Nothing proves a greater obstacle than first thought possible.
Out of the corner of your eye images flicker
Portraits turn as canvas eyeballs tumble in their sockets.
Lips of plastic are waxing.
Feeling inferior can lead us nowhere
But the interior of an asylum you would
Not seek as your sanctuary.
An asylum where they would have you sane
Rather than speaking with the spirits of the Dell.
They play, bubbling upon the edge of the imagination.
Are we not painting in sounds the portrait of an generation
Lost to the comfort of islands in the sky?
You’ve seen them laugh, you’ve heard them cry
Now you know what it is to wonder why.
Why it is we may feel out of proportion with our surroundings
Believing through distortion that we are grounded as
The patterns of surrounding tapestries merge as fuel of
The imaginations wanderings.
No one sees it but I see in her eyes the signs of a soul fully wasted
A which forbidden fruits hath tasted.
Speak truth beyond truth if you think you can find the words,
All it is not to go unheard,
All it is to deny the movement of the herd.
Appreciate the gratitude you find in servitude
Towards the honour of a higher cause.
Pause; consider all it is that fuels
Your attitude upon this journey of ours.
Pass away the days, pass away the hours.
For they are ours to pass away.
Make Love throughout the day
And Hold true the blues you feel
If they are all you consider as real
But know that you may peel away the
Veils of this reality we hath inherited
And you will see the world anew.
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Remain Ever Soulful in your Gaze
Through honesty as through opening our hearts to the song of the universe
We may achieve our potential and it is only when we hath become the
Master maker of our destiny that we may adorn the mask of true dreaming
And stare unafraid into the eye of the source.
Fey of healing waters beckon with promises of rejuvenation whilst we listen to he who watches the mountain grow. Observe the change that surrounds you in the instance. Allow the pipers their time to pipe as they herald in the dawn; allow their song to flow upon harmonies sweet softening whilst strengthening your soul, listen for the rhythm, the heartbeat of your muse, choose to seize the day, please others in your way.
Embrace the calling of Deaths hand as she stands emitting an aura of wisdom.
Embrace the calling of Deaths hand as she promises a change within your pace.
Keep the faith you’ve learnt to wear so happy upon your sleeve, keep your faith
In truth even if you doubt that you will ever know for sure the way to cure the
Blues within which you find yourself swimming. Require no proof but the ability
To question alongside the ability to agree with those who would disagree with you.
Know that honesty at times bears so bitter a bite and many would choose never to Know yet these are they who would so happily loose sense of themselves for the
Promise of a comfortable lifestyle, yet do they not realise that we hath been born
To embrace the dawn not to wallow whilst swallowing their dreams and allowing
The nightmare of consumerism to unfold, take your stand, know that love of this
Land our mother the earth will prevail, and though for centuries our kind hath been
Banished to folklore fairytales once again the world will ask questions deeper than
Can be answered by those who would wish to keep them sleeping, weep not for the State of the world and know your dream is not to lay by the fireplace curled, a sloth Throughout the day.
Remain ever soulful in your gaze; remain ever soulful throughout the haze of crazy Morning smokes. As the days go by, sigh not in crying and know that it is to dream and not to try, and that the universe shall turn circles in your favour if you desire to taste the flavour of the forbidden fruit of Eden’s promise.
Paradise Shall once more be ours to wander within, if only we could open our eyes and take in the skies for what they are; a reflection upon the soul of the world.
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Dreams of Avalon
Into the wilderness blue she strides turning her head from temptation,
Within the heart of her soul lay the prospect of pure redemption.
Clarity she seeks upon her Journey as I sit and ponder within myself.
Open are the realms to long lost memories of crying beneath
The covers of a blood red blanket asylum. I remember now, burying
My head into the pillow of forgetfulness, I remember now how I felt
Whilst travelling home bearing the tears of regret,
I remember now leaving the beauty of frozen mountain ranges behind
Me as I strode on into the heavy unknown.
Such a strange memory it is to have awoken at this time yet I have grown
Upon and beyond the tears that kept me drowning and I have become
All to aware that those are the memories that ground me alongside
Reminding me of my freedom.
I pray you are never but a memory of a former life
But that I know you to be near throughout my existence upon this plain and beyond
Though I understand we may be worlds apart at times, sometimes with distances growing.
Spoken is my heart too often, numbed is the sensibility of my reason,
Yet it would seem high treason of the soul to silence the spirit of passions saviour.
Dreams of Avalon within the dreams of Albion’s children settle within the
Twilight Realm.Pan can be heard upon the wind, his piping heralding on the dawn of summers glory.
poem by David Lacey
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An Eternity In Leaps And Bounds
Profanities, obscenities, with insanity beckoning us in the night
I don’t get any time to call my own,
I Don’t get any peace so far from home
And I've got a feeling I won’t get find any pleasure
Seeking hidden treasures
In the nightmares of this town.
Dreams upon the horizon lie out of reach for a while
Sit back with a smile, blaze away the days. Up in smoke
Let the tokers joke, let them try and catch the breeze,
It’s not as easy as they’d have you believe.
Trying to conceive some shattered form of reality,
It makes no sense to me.
Peering into the distance growing between our forms,
Into the eye of the sun
And down on my knees before you now
Your turning me away.
Ride a wave of passion until you crash upon the shore
What more could you ask for
Than eternal bliss
This you’ve got to ask yourself
Would you miss the blues
Would you be able to see it though with nothing to compare your happiness to?
What is there that lays beyond our reach,
High up in the skies?
Pondering as bloodshot eyes keep me hiding from the dawn,
The light of day can ease my troubles; take away the pain by morning due,
As we watch the rain dance upon the pavement
You look at me, I look at you
Tomorrow never knows
What dreams lay unwoven, untold.
Let the page turn, the story unfold.
Come let’s get together, one more time to see it though.
Another way to blue and back again for you my friend.
Before the rain can reflect the rainbow lost in an instant.
As we find ourselves passing on by the days wishing away the hours,
You’ll have no one to blame when the final grain has rested in its place
Or so they say just never to my face.
Will you hold on to faith as the void beckons you to burning point?
Suppress the memories that keep you sane
Unleash the daemon; tear away this veil draped upon this reality of yours
Into nightshade, shadows play
As angels dance the streets by day
Over and over I’ve ran it though in my mind,
The answers so hard to find when the question lies unset.
What meaning is there to be found, if not appreciation of the will to question.
An Eternity in leaps and bounds.
A future lay ungrounded as unfounded visions
Of a reality surreal peel,
Build me up to break me down.
Around around the tearful clown turns
With worries left in the shadows,
As we stride into the light of day
If only to find a new way to say I love you.
Reinvent the ways to blue and back again
To see it all go round in again in circles for all time
An eternity in leaps and bounds
Here I lay broken, unfound, sound of mind, succumbed to numbness,
At peace with faith as dreams tear vivid passageways into the blanket of the starry sky.
The midnight hour approaches,
Throw caution to the wind and dance the night away.
Up in smoke with nothing to say,
Maybe I’ve been smoking too long
Reinvent the ways to blue and back again
To see it all go round in again in circles for all time
It won’t be long, enjoy the ride, smile and realize
You can’t push back the tides in your stride.
poem by David Lacey
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I am Creation A Creative Force/Agent of Existence
I am creation
A creation of
existence
an agent of existence
endowed with the power to create
Though I create I'm not God
Don't Let Creators fool you
into divisive worship of themselves
God exists as eternal existence
A loving force embracing
creators and creations
all unique forms
with love alike and equal
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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But A Matter Of Time
My beloved, upon this day of myriad amorous thought,
I shall attempt to convey what your love hath brought!
Bestowed unto me hath been days, beauteous and bright-
Whence even the Sun hath not been within my sight!
Days are rife with jollity, whence upon thee I ponder,
Many more, yet to come, in our life, of unending wonder!
Count me now, most fortuitous, my heart's elation abiding-
To thee, and all the world, this soul's capture, I am confiding!
As though I had wished upon a 1,000 stars, falling-
God hath answered this loving heart's calling;
He hath not just seen to my love's fitting requite,
He hath ensured I may love, with all my might!
Ne'er before, in time's hallowed history
Hath this greatest of emotion's enlightenment
Been anything but an unattainable mystery-
My loyalty to love, He did sight and sent
His most beloved beauty, His Angel, most highly regarded
To see fitting continuance of a love, many years ago, started!
God smiles upon me, each and every day-
Taken away so much pain, supplanted with this beauteous ray
Of resplendent beautificence, mine eyes have never seen-
As sikerly, in the world's annals, there hath ne'er been!
My life, entire, I could most certainly spend
To endeavor recompense, yet it would never end-
To honor you, proper, I shall surely strive, still,
With time's infinity, its only lasting rival!
Ne'er did I believe true love, as this, attainable-
As it was my own belief, I must be amenable
To love of another more than of self, heightened and true-
At a time most disbelieving of same, I found this, with you!
Time and distance mean naught, as now I know of your existence-
Shown to be hopelessly futile, is any form of resistance;
I was meant to become, for your consort, prime-
I now know my true love's avail is but a matter of time!
Maurice Harris,10 February 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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A Power Is Rising!
They are sailing for distant shores
Trying to find a little more
Trying to escape the trail of industrial horizons.
Driven from our paradise where are we to turn?
Who will open up their doors to us?
Relics of the person I once was are floating
Endless dust desert trails, seeking a soul that they can trust
In re assembling the form I knew before the storming of my years.
The looking glass is beckoning bliss with the promise of beauty
The reflection is a hollow facade, a mask of light in falsity.
Contemplation
Meditation
Appreciation
Each is a road worth wandering as
We turn within the shadows of ourselves.
Staring into the flames of visions empowering,
A power is rising! A power is rising!
Does it come as a surprise to find it in your eyes?
How can we strive towards that which we are?
How can we pray for oneness with the divine
If we are from before the moment of our birth a miracle sublime?
We are as angels with broken wings,
Devils walking upon the surface of our mother
Seeking in the arms of another the warmth of a lovers embrace.
Open up your eyes,
Wider than you ever thought imaginable
Until they slip beyond the sand castle walls of logics limitation.
Allow the tides of imagination to rise.
An ocean of souls, lost to the torment of heartbreak
Are shaking the foundations of my asylum sanctuary.
Let the nymphs of forest shadows to their dwellings within the womb of the earth
How many are there that are lost to the dreams of the night?
How many lost from the moment of birth?
Can you hear them?
Upon the wind as it whispers in wavering.
Savour the taste, taste the flavour
Don't waste it now, your one chance to loose
And gain a world beyond the realm of pain.
I need someone to have faith in me
Someone to help me paint myself a smile.
For I do not plant the seeds of ecstasy
But I help grow them all the while.
I dance the Dance of Seasons turning.
Beneath the yoke, the bright sun burning.
And I must have sailed for a thousand years
And I must have shed the skin of a thousand fears
Knowing all along that I sailed an ocean of fallen tears.
poem by David Lacey
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Existence Loves Equally All Loving Creators and Creations Eternally
Inequality amasses amongst the masses
when our worlds wealth wasted on
self vain worship and war
when those creators at the top
get sick kicks watching the struggle
of the sick starving and poor
Equality is born when loving beings take stand
deciding to buy in to divisive games no more
heal the inner evils within oneself
promote peace admonish war
turn to existence the one true loving god
from which all creators and creations are born
hateful creators be not Gods
but idol self worshipers
creators are not God's
only Agents of existence
Existence embraces eternal all
beings who embrace all love
True God never pits human against human
man vs nature man vs. woman
Existence loves equally
Creators and creations
all variations with free will
embracing equal love
Love existence love
Loving Creators and creations
in all existent loving forms and variations
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Nocturnal Nightmares Internal
Nocturnal nightmares internal,
Rage throughout the inferno of my thinking
As crimson nightshades age
Upon a ancient tattered page I’m sinking.
All it is I’d give to know the soft smooth sands of your soothing shores.
All it is I’d give to rise with you aloft amongst the crowds.
Caterpillars of titanic proportions
Drift swift upon the winds of destination.
Bellowing words of wisdom
He chases the lioness upon her hunt
As high above two toned souls kiss upon clouds,
KIssing above crowds of wishful Slumbers blissful.
The sky fades towards the horizon
As we perceive expectation Of natures surprises.
The birds of the bush set forth upon a rush of light emotion.
They drift in invisible spheres,
Their auras magnifying the radiance of Apollo’s presence.
Outside in the world is shaking; Inside out my soul is aching.
Honest eyes call upon the tides of experience, rejecting the Interference of divine intervention.
We seek Love beyond convention; beyond expectation.
We seek whilst baked the face of our creator,
knowing that if ever we were to Absorb in glory full the source
we would be forced to live our life un-heard.
Rejecting initiation into the mysteries of our forefathers
we are able to keep our tongues, free for the leash of secrets un-told. Embrace the fold of the tides in their ebb As within their flow know
You may seek destiny beyond the eggshell cracked.
Turning back within our self’s
We are as angels aloft a isolated cloud,
High above the silence of solemn crowds
We perceive a sky of radiance,
A fantastic array of brilliance takes
Control of the sense, we are shaken bare
Of defences as we wonder in wandering
What it is to know the flow of the rivers showing.
Grow grass grow, beneath the sun,
Beneath the snow; grow to know,
The way the river flows.
With each man as an island
With each man as a rock
We make a mockery
Of what it is to Slip into passivity.
Slip not because you have no will to know
The life that is yours beyond the hill,
But slip in faith of natural rhythms,
Slip in faith of natural charms.
Know faith will do you no harm
Else you use it upon the offensive,
Claim no enlightenment beyond
Those that will never cease in their un-caring.
Know you are here, Know that now is there
Beyond the moment of its passing,
Now and then, everywhere and when,
Keep upon the journey laughing,
Smiling through the clouds of grey
That have followed us for too many days now,
Shine in smiling, embrace the presence
Sf isolated angels whilst you may,
They may not last beyond the day.
Seek another way to voice all you have to say,
And know beyond any shadow of a doubt beyond the horizon lay Landscapes unknown to the fantasy of the imagination,
Seek them at your pleasure as I hope you treasure
Them forever within the galleries of your minds exhibition
poem by David Lacey
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Esplumoir
Before birth we lay as nothing, alas sweet nothing at all,
We are as the one, dedicated to naught but our Love of unison.
How are our souls ever to learn if we are forever earning
Our dues through celestial favours?
How are our souls ever to grow if all we ever know are the
Tastes of terrestrial flavours?
Through the gift of mortal tenancy we are thrown
Into the chaos that surrounds us throughout the day realm.
How are we ever to remain steady at the helm
If we are never given a vessel within which we may sail?
How are we to succeed in our Endeavour if we are never given
The ability to fail?
How are we ever to learn if we are never given the chance
To earn the respect of fellow earthen dancers?
Do not wish away your time upon this earth but know
That your birth was a blessing, a dressing of the soul.
Know that we can never be anything more than a whole
Complete if we are given no separation from unity.
Within our hearts lay a throne for the queen of appreciation.
She knows her place, she knows her face and she is proud
She proclaims her love aloud for every cloud that graces
Her skyline. She’s doing fine without transcendence for she knows
That one day the soul of the world will embrace her once more.
Her awareness of herself she sees a gift with which she may lift spirit
For it is only when we are taken from our existence eternal and given
The gift of mortality that we realise it is the Gods who envy we,
Those adrift amongst a sea of souls. Some practice non thought
Denying there existence as an illusion, yet are they not confused towards
The fact that it is an appreciation of life that they are lacking.
For we hath been born without good warning of the world that tears
Itself apart outside, yet we are not to hide and wish away the clouds of
Grey, we are to love our existence and know that death is our only assurance.
Each will one day become one with the whole, each will loose sense of their
Soul, so embrace the day whist you may and know the search for truth is the
Most honourable of all, yet no truth is there to be found in hiding away
From the world outside your window blurring. Ground. Center. Earth yourself
And know that even though you may perceive all we hath received as nothing
More than an illusion, you will do naught but confuse yourself in trying to attain
A state of un-being before death, for we hath an eternity to enjoy the void.
poem by David Lacey
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Liquid Acid
Liquid Acid drifts upon the vibrations set in motion,
My mind eases itself in and out of meditation,
Inside the looking glass, beyond reflection clarity awaits.
Take the maidens hand upon the moment of her offering,
No hesitation should there be upon the opportunity of
Your deepest desires fulfilled, still think hard upon what
You wish for, think hard upon which doors you are knocking
When you already conceal the key within the flesh you
Deem your palm, seek your calm, seek your grace through
Illumination, seek to ascertain a knowledge beyond a reason
For contemplation, seek to know yet never forget to live.
They leave me here. Still. Always on the verge of slumber,
Awaiting her hand, the hand of the maiden green yet never
Has she offered me a kiss upon her lips, always does she
Stand with her hands upon her lips, pouting never shouting,
Calling as she is forever in her eyes the Gods of her domain.
Silver coinage lay engulfed within a sea of blood, beside lay
Memories of Virginias guilt upon which the foundations of
Nations were built. An electronic tuner lay upon the crest
Of an ever eternal ripple. Tempted as I am to touch the fabric
And create a world a new within which to swim I find myself
Too engrossed in the folds of the cloth, the wrap that covers
Me in dream states. Discarded shirts, Rolling Papers remind
Me of nothing I have seen before only the Purple Rose doth
Bloom ever changing in my eyes, only does her light illuminate
The source Solas in solitude. Reminders of a life I used to know
So well surround me through every waking state, fated to be an
Exile from my own understanding, I am forever striving to stride
Passion and Reason hand in hand into the reality I deem surreal
Outside, Inside I’m forever unfolding ever seeking the horizon.
Sipping sugared water churned with flavourings from a plastic
Container I realise now more than ever the need to return to the
Mother that bore me Our Lady the Earth, the yearning for fresh
Water Streams, for rolling hills of emerald glades, of ancient
Oaks looming their wisdom and essence over my very presence,
To dance in sacred groves and sing, to dance naked, free of insecurity.
To dance beyond the need for a reason, to dance in and out of season
To the music that sways you and sets your soul alight. Allow the
Spirit of the Universe to posses you into trance, chance upon a
Moment of revelation and turn circles without hesitation knowing
That you are as the river flows, never in one the same.
Liquid Acid drips within the cauldron of emotions stirred.
The world distorts, shades alongside the most vibrant of shades cavort,
Laughing sweet in pleasant glee at the melodies of whispering trees
I am as free as I could wish to be, I am as I am me.
poem by David Lacey
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Love Is The Movement
A day in L.A.
And millions of faces
Looking for movement
'Cause everything's stuck
And everything's frozen
And everyone's broken
And nobody moves
And everyone's scared
That the motion will never come
This is the incompletion
Stuck in a line
Love is the movement
Love is a revolution
This is redemption
We don't have to slow back down
The stars are alive
They dance to the music
Of the deepest emotion
And all of the world
Is singing in time
As the heavens are caving in
Mysterious ways
Why God gave His life
To put motion inside my soul
It's bigger than cold religion
It's bigger than life
Love is the movement
Love is a revolution
This is redemption
We don't have to slow back down
We're starting now
We're starting now
We're starting now
We don't have to slow back down
This is a revolution
This is a revolution
Love is the movement
Love is a revolution
This is redemption
We don't have to slow back down
Love is the movement
Love is a revolution
This is redemption
We don't have to slow back down
Love is the movement
Love is a revolution
This is redemption
We don't have to slow back down
song performed by by Switchfoot
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Cocoon Born
Never have I hear a Blackbirds song so sweet.
Never have I had the ground unhinge beneath my feet,
Awaiting suspension between the plains of existence,
One as all the same.
Form, Un-form.
Cocoon born.
No one ever warned us that we would one day grow our wings.
Morning bird takes the child unheard shaken from his dreams
Movement in the herd portrays a portrait to which all's not as it seems.
Nestle to the pillow, Close your windows open dreams.
poem by David Lacey
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