Tuesday, August 29, 2017

A way to survive

Heaven came down to visit today
and I tried to touch but couldn’t
for the seemingly near still too far
from the outreach of fleshy parts.

So in the time it took to know
of mind’s innate ability
the clouds hung low and ominous
over the land of my birth.

It’s an effortless glide to arrive
at the door where truth abides.
but stay away, stay away,
truth’s a weapon
to wound if not kill perceptions
based on human facades.

The human fa├žade is amazingly skilled
at draping itself over the truth
but come the wind of a seeker’s mind
and the drapes part like the Red Sea.

Sometimes the then made visible
banishes trust to where it’s unused
and it lies as if dead forever, amen,
in the mind of all seekers, you see?

And sometimes there rises unbidden to voice
the undeniable “I love you”
but always we come back to the times
of rule and reign by human facades. 

There’s a reason heaven is way up there
and a reason for faith in facades
and faith is neither good nor bad
but just a way to survive!


Yes/no?

Saturday, August 5, 2017

Foundations of rock

Formations of rock surveying the scene
stand firm near the edge of approaching winter
vulnerable and exposed to man’s evil ways
and saddened by how a person can change.

 But if I look down to the base of it all
and gently embrace the visible truth
layers and layers confirm and bear out
the intense upheaval of earth.
  
And then was created another good place
with diligent care to the gift of free will
to enable the testing and assessing
of sincerity, honour, empathy, love.

Today the rocks stand a paradise lost
like a woman alive without a good man
alone but strong to suffer the sun
and not turn away from the wind.
  
Where are the lovers?  They’ve gone everyone
to pointless realms of electronic release
to gain and acquire the meaningless, false,
and upturn foundations of physical love.

 And the sea one day will rise up to hide
the signs and symbols of faithfulness, trust,
and the trees will appear to grow from the sea
in the inexplicable manner of life.
  
But not today, tomorrow, next week,
not until the earth says, “Enough”,
and we, the few, who believe in tough love
from above will at last understand.

The universe whispers, I hear and believe,
that time should stand still, remember the feel,
and recall again how such intense energy
upturned the world for a reason, a cure.

 And when it is known, will time then deliver
a warning and caution to the sea not to rise
and trees not to think they can live forever
on watery foundations of improper love?
  
When it is known it may be too late,
too late to reverse an intolerable fate.




Monday, July 24, 2017

The world

Far from the meadow where once there was love
a gypsy ponders the state of this world
where monsters appear in human disguise
and lies have killed off the truth.

Yet between the grey of human disgrace
pockets of true blue can be seen  
and they draw me up and further up
back into my core belief.

But grey moves around all the time
and encircles the blue until no way out
and she wonders what happens to belief
when evil takes over the sky.

Perhaps it survives, perhaps it dies,
or perhaps it merely smiles
because evil will soon, very soon,
disappear when the sun comes out.

I wait for the sun although it’s not love
in the absolute sense of the word
but love like the sun has a purpose in life
no evil can ever blot out.

And when belief is back in the core
and monsters and lies are fried by the sun
there’ll be only love in deed and in word
to make that gypsy say, “What a wonderful world”.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

True love

Built on foundations to not ever crumble
stood a solid block of true love
but time took a chisel and chipped every day
until the block was reduced to rubble.

The bits landed in places where humans resided
and as would happen they germinated
to grow the most beautiful “I love you, I do”
in the midst of unbridled chaos.

There followed a time of utter confusion
because humans, of course, had no clue
until finally, finally, they all decided
they’d try their best to just feel it.

So they prodded and stroked and caressed
but, lo and behold, it lay there inert
because it never was taken inside
away from the maddening crowd.

It still grows today in the heat of dismay
which just goes to show that love never dies
but, oh, how it cries in the dead of each night
to simply be taken inside.

And once inside it will blossom and bloom
and be forever a thing to be treasured
but leave it outside and the “I love you, I do”
remains as before inert!

Sunday, June 11, 2017

And so ...

The jackpot’s guaranteed yet still the itch of palm
to feel the grain and texture of immortal love
and the scratch and scratch of searching minds
sends the itch a-creeping deep and deeper still
into the psyche, see?

And so the body squirms and jiggles  
in the light of oncoming obstacles
planned to coincide with an indecorous stretch
into the mystical. 

But this … this surreptitious invasion
works silently and stealthily to satisfy the psyche
by whatever means fits the circumstances.

And so there’s pain and no gain, an illness, poverty,
together with the so and so,
 the so and so  of how life goes,  
before the knowing that ~

immortal love is just an itch no human being can scratch
or dent, or break, or disengage from the psyche, see?   

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

As dead

Love lies as dead in the archives of mind
but a touch and it rises again
not to stand tall and proud
but to strut like a peacock and grin.

That grin comes quite naturally
to one who has won the battle
but love never fights, you know, you know,
so what is the battle it’s won?

Simply the battle to be entrenched
and though dead to still be alive
but from my human perspective
it’s an endeavour to no avail.

If I look further perhaps it can be
something to celebrate
but stuck in these times of limited view
who can attest to something unknown?

Strut as you wish and grin all you will
but a touch doesn’t last forever
so back love  will go to lie as dead
and it all seems silly to me.

The meaning of silly?  Well, here we are:

“Silly did not originally refer to the absurd or ridiculous –
 in fact quite the opposite.
The word derives from the old English word seely,
meaning happy, blissful, lucky or blessed.”

J


Long ago

When long ago comes back again
into the mind thought closed to then
the barriers that once were strong
simply crumble into mush.

And when mind unleashed goes walk-abouts
it touches on the love and joy
but always stops and ends each trip
with a familiar sadness.

That sadness stays to cloud the days
of settled calm, acceptance, peace,
and the mind must start to build again
new and better barriers.

And, yes, it toils each day and night
till finally it’s sealed up tight
and it breathes again the air of one
happy to be home again.

That build and break down nothing new
but it’s known that somewhere, sometime,
the barriers will not succumb
to those memories of long ago!