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A part of life’s journey ???
The hours begin to claw at me.
Time slips away, filled not, I see.
To much time on my hands.
In beams, in waves, in bands.
Empty spaces, invisible air.
These games of solitaire.
This game that is now my life.
No girlfriend, no lover, no wife.
Tides ebb, tides flow.
Time ebbs, times go.
Memories remain.
Keeping us sane.
On the turn of a card, life rides.
Behind a mask true life hides.
What is the time and space ?
That has created one’s face.
These masks that some prefer to ware.
Fashioned from scares beyond compare.
Staring back at us from near and far
Hiding !, just what and who they are.
Once again, I seem to be caught up in.
This game of solitaire – my life- such sin.
Cutting through the hours of my life.
Like a dull, old, rusty knife.
Severing all ties with reality.
Creating a world of fantasy.
These words have been written.
Time - the soul they have smitten
B. J. “A” 2
December 1st 2014
Silence hum as Wisdom continues to watch
How labels are given to colour, gender and merit.
How voices of freedom are a stifled arch
Where Pride is human inability to inherit.
When harvest don smiles severing poverty and pride
and logic fidget with Weather’s mischievous pranks,
Then determined to save, generations rush to stride,
Distances long with magic on Earth’s secular ranks.
Close to nature Charity devise means and ways
To provide for distressed couples expecting a soul.
To step in aid for those empty stares that lay
Longing for a life, for a few grains in bowls.
As media sets Parliament talks to tune
Where bills are discussed, for elections to run
Fevered favours cast here and there
Prejudice documents, how some always have fun.
Families cease to exist, living becomes a curse
Might is right and Honesty bows to pounds.
Agony a blessing; it sets the heart to nurse----
Feelings finally find, solace in burial grounds.
Thought and imagination fight logic in class
Borrowed notes get shared with bribes.
Those with backbones complain and fuss
At the systems that surrender to a defunct tribe.
To each his own, no matter what.
One carries on with innovative zest.
Life is right when brains and beauty dart
Masses pay tribute to those who are blessed.
Libraries are made available at a click
A switch on remote pressed, is a farmer’s joy
Work in tons, get done without risk
Machines replace men if that’s not a ploy.
Tools and techniques in regions and states
Get the golden touch for AI’s sake,
Money goes digital, and beings are baits
Life in a machine, life’s all a fake.
If one has the power to hold the reigns
Implore divinity to proliferate signs
of pardon when evil no longer feign
Innocence which mask control in mines.
Earth eventually will see peace prevail,
No gun will fire doomsday mourns---
Peppered tastes will grow thin and sail
And love will design life’s sojourns.
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Spinning to re-shape
on the lathe of misfortune
tools of memories
slice the old dead-wood away
shavings curling around feet
Round and round I go
ghostly hands remake my form
what I was, is gone
what I am, waits for pruning
severing grief from rough years
New clay on the wheel
trembling hands begin to mold
the shapeless mass pile
a new form slowly rises
shaped by daring, bold fingers
Painted ponies churn
straight road offers no answers
yet the circling does
we learn the truths we forgot
etched deep in the wheel's lament
Wood or clay spinning
hands caress, carve, and refine
as circle chants on
form and spirit are re-birthed
making a new beginning
Round and round I go—
shaped by the spinning
the rough falls away
a new form rises
in the clay, that's spun today,
-on the merry-go-round
-on the merry-go-round
The function of our family tree is to keep us safe and cool and warm…
to offer us a comfortable place to rest and to give us shelter from the storm.
But when I gaze out on our world…it’s bittersweet what I see…
I see one beautiful planet Earth inhabited by one dysfunctional family.
Our dysfunction is how we’ve forgotten we are all part of the same family tree
and how we’ve come to treat each other not as family…but as an enemy.
Our dysfunction is when we hate and fight and kill each other…how we fail to see
we are severing leaves and limbs and branches of our one and only family tree.
And every time we cut off another limb…some of our strength and stability fades.
and our whole tree becomes a little weaker, stops bearing fruit, and loses some of it’s shade.
And as our hate for one another…like a fungus on our tree forms….
we are unable to offer anyone shelter from the storm.
But hate is just a fungus..which needs more hate to endure….
and luckily, like with any fungus, there happens to be a cure.
If we spread love onto every leaf, every branch and every limb…
it love will find it’s way into our roots….
our tree will grow new limbs, new branches…new leaves
and begin to bear new fruit.
For a tree that’s filled with love is a comfortable place to rest…
will keep us cool and safe and warm….
and will smile as it offers every member of our family…shelter from the storm.
Our thoughts suspect, if rooted in desire
Swirled in the storm, monk alone stands erect
Oh hermit! Let love set our heart afire
All ego borne cravings, lead to lament
Desires precede thought, which we then project
Seeming reality, we ourself sire
Dream sequence, which best by nonchalance met
Our thoughts suspect, if rooted in desire
Our dream ends when the dreamed object retires
On severing with attachments, it’s pact
Pure presence consigns ego to the pyre
Swirled in the storm, monk alone stands erect
Aligned with conscience, life play is perfect
Hollowed out form seeks nothing to acquire
Thus immune from karmic cause and effect
Oh hermit! Let love set our heart afire
Crafty ego draws us into its lair
Hypnotic illusions we take as fact
Pursuit of mirage, for which we aspire
All ego borne cravings, lead to lament
By free will, we grant lower mind consent
Dwelling therein, repenting at leisure
Silence and stillness ensures our ascent
Reclaiming freedom; our soul not for hire
Our thoughts suspect
06-January-2021
I don't want it anymore
This forest of black fern, scraping thorn’d tree trunks
It all looks the same
Tearing at my flesh…ripping wounds upon my chest
Severing slowly
Pain merely a dashed figment of my stoic imagination
Sharp blades twist
Wandering for nights on end as days no longer exist
Getting nowhere fast
Frowning moss grows on the east side of sorrow
Dying north spins
As I hold in my hand this thing that still bleeds
Two parts, gaping
Seeking the perfect hiding spot in charcoal stone ash
Shadows fade desires
This heart is of no use to me, take it, I don’t want it anymore
It is broken
Rains soften this hell as I dig deeper into the sadness
Buried in teardrop mud
And I sit, amongst bramble and thistle spun chains
Waiting for the end….
By my enabled senses five, attention externalised, I beheld the magical world of myriad objects, reflecting their luminous auras. As I exhaled, the world disappeared and through my open fontanel correspondent to the crown chakra, I entwined with universal consciousness, melding with God’s blissful domain of boundless love and soft white light. My subtle body felt God in-dwelling all forms, breathing His life force by His sublime pranic breath, magnetically energising each being by Holy Spirit. Then sadly, as my body aged, to my dismay, the fontanel closed, thus severing the divine connection. I now feel incomplete.
dreams hold forth promise
cajoling us to let go~
for God is within
05-June-2022
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AN INFAMOUS LEGEND
King Henry XIII was indeed quite a boy,
He had no clue how to spell the word coy,
He was consumed by a quest that
A wife bear,
And give birth to a male heir,
He was fat, red headed and
Dressed with flamboyant flair!
Not quite my thing,
For a ruling King!
He wedded his first wife Catherine of Aragon,
Who did not bear a son
And grew to loathe this noble lady
He had done!
Cromwell, Henry’s adviser was used,
And finally abused, he had
To ask parliament to pass a bill,
Which made divorce a common drill.
One morning King Henry got out of
The wrong side of the bed,
And had Cromwell beheaded,
The executioner had trouble
Severing his head!
This Bill made Henry, head
Of the Protestant faith.
The Pope excommunicated King Henry
From Rome,
A disliked King who sat on
England’s throne!
Catherine now belonged in the past,
Enter Anne Boleyn,
Their marriage was short and ill fated
For she was publicly beheaded!
In between marriages and wives,
Henry had affairs,
One wonders how far his seed was spread,
Let’s not split hairs,
Probably he could fill a today’s
Rugby stadium!
With his family jewels downstairs!
Jane Seymour, his third wife was
Was the love of his life,
She gave birth to an heir, a son,
But his beloved wife died,
Henry was sad and perhaps
A single tear dried!
Now Henry had a son,
But needed to still live his life
So he spied wife number four
Who willingly came to knock
On his door.
But Henry divorced Anne of Cleves,
Wow lucky lady!
And so entered wife number five,
Who was brave and plucky,
She had a short married life,
Tried and sentenced for treason,
This was an excuse for a reason
To have Catherine Howard beheaded,
Soon after they were wedded!
Congratulations to Catherine Parr,
For though she was the last,
She outlived the King by far,
And brought to rest his cast,
And lewd past!
In fifteen hundred and forty seven,
King Henry died,
We doubt he went to Heaven,
And was laid to rest next to Jane,
His third wife, and beloved bride.
Perhaps Henry's family jewels should
Have been shredded or beheaded,
And then he be remembered,
As an infamous legend.
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Quotes relating to Hepatitis Day
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Conclusions
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Betrayal devastates your trusting heart,
severing the bonds of love from the start.
And depression slowly entraps your soul,
as disparaging lies exact their toll.
Chameleon clouds change to match your mood,
releasing teardrops, sad emotions brewed.
And at the crossroads of sane and insane,
your heart breaks, under the weight of your pain.
A fickle Sun no longer shares its light,
sulking in the shadows, gathered by Night.
And feigning feelings, you struggle to cope,
for a broken heart cannot harbor Hope.
At the end of the tunnel, there's no light,
everything appears dark: obscured by fright:
And the specter of fear festers in dreams;
fueling night terrors and silent screams.
The promise of tomorrow made to youth
was written on yesterday's fragile truth.
And like a vino, decanted in haste,
love's a premature wine with a sour taste.