In this world are things to contemplate.
Therefore, life can be complicated.
Stairs we must climb to overcome conflict.
Heaven is an open door of realities.
As my adoration of you is metaphoric,
I am blessed that you feel the same.
We are together as one.
Our passion flows.
Our ardor is aglow.
In this life are confrontations.
We must address our demons to form our inner being.
Nothing is more than the characteristic of self-worth.
I see yours darling and it is me.
May I be shallow in the passion I feel?
I adore you.
I am yours.
Let’s share this with the world.
I asked you to marry me.
You said yes.
My head start spinning.
I felt the depth in my chest.
Our marriage vows have been written.
Our big day has come.
I am your man.
You are my woman.
(The Groom says his written vows.…)
Complicated the world may be.
Our time together will be cherished by the passion we feel.
You are my paradise and my sunshine.
I am yours until the end of time.
Our life, as one, is intertwine with all aspects.
As a tree grows, so does our lust.
As a river flows, so does our thirst.
As a meadow brooks the crows, so does our fascination accept our conundrums.
I will ardor you forever.
(The Bride says her written vows.…)
Complicated the world is.
Our time together we cherish.
You are my sunshine and my paradise.
I am yours until the end of time.
Our life, as one, interweaves.
Life aspects will challenge each.
Our fervor defeats all our troubles.
As landscape flourish, so does our lust.
As lea bravado, so does our thirst.
As a meadow brooks the crows, so does our infatuation withstand any rival.
Our ardor is dominance.
Our ardor is exuberance.
I adore you my man!
And I, adore you my woman!
(Music continues to play in the background until the symphony ends.)
PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 04, 2014!
Four in one, nine baptised,
I hear you say legalised fraudlence,
Promises air-conditioned highways and streets,
Salaries and wages without working,
An easy life made sweet and comfortable.
Now, all can join the bandwagon of rigging,
Of Moonslide Marsslide victories,
With babies and peoples ritually sacrificed,
Received with glee by their lord,
The god of politricks.
How can a person be their very best
If test are never laid along the way
Yes let each one seek answers to their quest;
Now please don't rest too long or go astray.
Watch out for those in life who would betray,
With snares that are so very well concealed!
They'll try to make you soon become their prey-
That's when you'll learn techniques use faith's shield!
Now there's a thing in life I do detest;
It is a lie that keeps the truth at bay.
They'll ever be to me unwelcome guest's
Because they soon can turn bright skies to grey.
The things we do to each in time portrays,
A picture which will show just what we wield.
In troubled times there's fears each must allay;
That's when you'll learn techniques to use faith's shield!
Be sure the things that you may do in jest
Will not be getting others in a fray.
Now should you need some things off of your chest,
Please have it done before the end of day.
As it shall build if it becomes repressed,
For in the end it still becomes revealed.
When problems try to make your life decay-
That's when you'll learn techniques to use faith's shield.
The evil prince will come to cause unrest.
But as you use the shield of faith he'll yield.
Sometimes you'll feel the night will always stay;
That's when you learn techniques to use faith's shield!
I love rain
It's a month now into spring
And still the rain pours down
Hey, is it ever going to end
There's many here that frown
They want the sunny weather
That will come soon enought
But right now, I'm enjoying it
Rain, I love the stuff.
Next week we're off on holiday
Now it really does rain there
And I'll love very bit of it
As it soaks up everywhere
To hear it's rhythm on the roof
It makes me feel so grand
Though many think that I am strange
They just don't understand
We don't get much rain in WA
So when it comes, for me
It makes me so excited
I guess it's how i be
So keep that rain a coming down
Let me feel it's soft, wet touch
I don't know what is wrong with me
But I love rain so much.
23 September 2013 @ 0624hrs
People living in straight lines
First they live and then they die
Never looking at those circles
As the truth just passes by
Everything goes round and round
Then round, and round, and round again
Yet to folk with eyes closed tightly
All those circles be in vain.
Planets speak of endless circles
As each season comes and goes
Round in circles, always circles
First the morning sun, it glows
It lights the day and then it dies
As it’s swallowed by the sea
Then reborn each early morning
This be the path of destiny
Circles always turning, turning
I have looked and I have found
Circles, they be all around us
In nature things go round, and round
It seems this be a thing worth noting
Watch those circles, they might show
When looked at with a deep awareness
Something that the mystics know
Always put your faith in circles
This be all I have to say
Take a wondrous walk with nature
Learn the truth from day to day
That first you’re here and then you vanish
`Then you’re here then gone again
Let the circles tell their story
When looked at, it be very plain.
Written in 2002
There’s one truth that comes through me
For those who’d stop and listen
If you can’t handle misery
And you hate those tears to glisten
Then here’s some really good advice
Don’t have those expectations
Expectation be the thing
That causes war twixt nations.
Expectations are the beast
That sweeps throughout our land
Everyone has many of them
Though they don’t understand
It’s because of expectations
That friendships rip to shreds
It causes many hearts to bleed
And torture in the head.
I’m dropping expectations
It’s pretty hard to do
And yet it’s worth the effort
I know that this be true
Sometimes I might slip a bit
But this don’t mean a thing
Cause it’s all within the trying
That makes the warm heart sing
14 January 2014 1007hrs.
Since joining just yesterday,
I have not had much to say,
As I sit here idle,
Waiting for a title,
I watch as you pass my way,
I am honored to be here,
While a select few may jeer,
Mostly I can see hope,
From the end of my rope,
Bringing about a joyous tear,
For all poets who have been called,
Disenchanted or enthralled,
Our mission always true,
We inform and move you,
To make you act or make you halt,
To rise above and expound the truth,
Or to lose ourselves in a groove,
Whether blatent or far out,
We live to learn - live to shout,
About love, laughter or the blues,
For although I may be new,
To this small poetic group,
I see what you've built,
With talent and skill,
Namely this Poetry Soup,
Don’t need no piles of money,
Ain’t got no strong desires.
My hormones don’t control me,
And cause too many fires.
I’ve got family around me
And we like to share a joke.
Sometimes I like a drink or two
And have a little smoke.
Ain’t got no strong religion,
I don’t have no beliefs.
But I’ve got a rich philosophy,
And I float just like a leaf,
On the river as I flow along
Merging with the breath of life
And all its mystery
I don’t need other people
Though they’re welcome to my show.
Maybe we’ll have a bonding,
And we’ll all start to flow.
I’ll give folk my compassion
And I’ll love them, if I can
That’s just who I am today?
I’m just that kind of man.
I’ll only write the truth
I have always wrote my poems
To please the eyes of others
I’ve wrote those songs of nature
I have wrote about my lover
I have always wanted comments
So I’d write words oh so sweet
But this is only half of me
And I want to be complete.
So now I write only the truth
And how I really feel
It’s all that now shall come from me
I’ll show folk what is real
I’ll write on my philosophy
And really give folk me
Unless the truth is spoken
How can a man be free.
I see the writings on this site
About religions, and beliefs
And I feel that I must do the same
Even though I bring on grief
I’ll miss out on the comments
But do I really care?
For I am here, to speak the truth
A thing that’s very rare.
12 January 2014 @ 0625hrs
Everything goes round in circles.
Everything, it goes in circles
So why the worry all the time?
It seems to me all our impatience
It really is a blessed crime
Always frightened death will touch us
Thinking there is but one life
Fear is such a foolish action
Gets us all in so much strife.
In nature there is not a straight line
Straight lines just exist in mind
The seasons sun and moon above us
Look at them and you will find
That all of them go round in circles
Everything goes round and round
I have looked, it seems forever
And this is all I’ve ever found.
And so my friends just drop your worries
Don’t be foolish, live your life
Without the fear, and the impatience
These they cause you too much strife
Life goes on, it does forever
Take a look so deep within
To worry, worry till forever
This is such a blessed sin.
17 May 2014 @ 0745hrs.