Unblemished like the sky,
My love
for all I’ll never know.
These words just a poem;
A recipe,
That’ll never add up
To you
Unblemished
26 Sep 2011 15 Comments
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Being Human
29 Jun 2011 40 Comments
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The Scales of Worth
25 Jun 2011 8 Comments
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Evil, no-evil
22 Jun 2011 2 Comments
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Night swallows day,
Sight fails in the inky shroud of black,
Knowledge withers and logic stumbles,
Imagination is tunneled down negative spirals;
A cave full of shadows,
Nothing is real but everything is a threat,
Leaking out on a world turned grey,
The core is poisoned,
The well springs empty,
Coughing, spluttering the seeker is lost,
A deep marsh of melancholy
For boots over-brimming with bitterness,
Hands seek to clutch and fists to lash
At the cruelty of life,
Suffocation – no air to breathe,
No possibilities in a world shrunk to a point.
Then comes the lightning strike-
Instant illumination!
If all is lost then only growth remains,
A new horizon spreading wings by the second,
Through parting clouds the moon shines bright,
A mirror to the soul long lost but un-tattered,
Sails filling up with sudden hope,
Lungs that breathe again like billows to the wind,
Hands no longer grasping round their own throat,
The noose falls away,
Evil recedes,
Thought and emotion tip back the scales of balance,
Imagination is freed and fingers stroke through long grass,
The mountain air clears the fog of war,
Above the stars, oh so many stars,
The spiral path loops ever upwards,
Day is born.
Western thought divides night from day, beautiful from ugly and good from evil. Evil is assigned to the dark; to that which we reject in society and ourselves. We lock away in jail those we judge to be evil, and lock away in our unconscious those parts of ourselves we are ashamed of. But any process of growth must shine the light of awareness into every dark nook and cranny, every shadowed corner full of the pale shapes of our shame and inadequacy. Many people spend their life trying to cover this up, to strengthen the mask, but always their nemesis is there to undo with wrong all they do with right.
In the East of the past evil was more rationally looked at as faulty thinking. This compassionate view saw the criminal as someone whose path through life has not taught him the lessons he needed to be good. His role models were men who tried to survive in any way they could, and so such a man he also became. The desperate, the weak, the afraid will always lash out. In this way we are no different from the dog that has been mistreated and mistrained by its owner. Chained to a lonely corner without discipline, without exercise, without love, it barks and snaps at any and all who pass by.
This does not mean we should open the prisons, that we should allow the street thug to attack us with impunity. To apply what we have learned about evil on others would be like the man who cast the stone before first freeing himself of sin. We must look within to explore the dark depths of our own minds, to bring light to the evil, the faulty thinking in ourselves. This is the only path that leads to stability, to strength, to a way of life that takes from its follower any need to lash out to prove himself to others. To fix the world, we must fix ourselves.
Work
16 Jun 2011 24 Comments
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Injured in body,
Injured in mind,
The stream bubbles; blocked
By the suited men and their grey-stone dam.
It’s called working life and we’re all enslaved,
To their goddess of work.
But water will win out,
There, here, a crack!
And the water flows through;
New life; hidden, tunneling out caves
Of introspected meaning.
A whole new world,
For me to play in.
Thank you everyone that took part in the poetry rally, I read some great inspirational stuff that will be sure to emerge from the melting pot of my mind in days and weeks to come. A special thanks for the perfect poet award.
Many are the friends
I’ve never met, many streams
Leading to one sea
I’d like to nominate for further reading:
The Spiral
15 Jun 2011 6 Comments
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The Spiral winds inwards
Towards total focus,
The eye of the storm is moving
Fast or slowly,
Heavy or light,
Can you stay with it?
Why do I write?
02 Jun 2011 33 Comments
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Thoughts like water
Why do I write?
Deep as oceans,
Shallow as the frothy surf
On my tongue,
Or an echoing teardrop in a prisoner’s cave,
Ripples on the perfect glass,
Of my existence.
Or a storm of wind and fury,
Carelessly tossing trees and lives,
I am here I am alive, can anybody hear?
Sighing like the tide defeated
I am here and will be here again
What have I learned since last time?
The endless cycle ever takes me home.
Nothing more than this…
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Left shoulder’s ache,
Legs crossed under the table,
Warmth in the crotch,
Fingers tapping lightly,
Slight annoyance at the backspace,
Voices rising and falling gently like waves,
As conversations take precedence,
Over and under the morning rain,
Clouds bright under the indignant sun,
Nothing more than left shoulder’s ache,
Must have dreamed on it last night-
Flowerbeds and TV shows,
And a sense of falling
As my girlfriend tugs on the duvet,
Nothing more than this
Nothing more than this,
It starts again
Synchronicity
28 May 2011 Leave a comment
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Synchronicity;
The storm has broken,
I was depressed,
Now it rains and I am happy.





