Alone in the crowd

I find myself for a while,
Being jostled and swayed by many,
In a crowd I chose to be.
To hide a lonely reality,
That without them, those strangers,
My day would be oh so quiet.

I dream of sunsets, of hills to climb,
And in those adventures I am free.
Because I am with you forever,
And not still here, waiting patiently,
Smiling dumbly and choking in silence,
In a room full of people laughing.

Loving without conditions I crave,
To behold and desperately share.
It fills my tiny soul with joy,
That with you I could be abundant,
Overflowing even, with kindness replete,
For the adventure of our lives.

And here I sit, still pensive.
Hoping to overcome this real fear,
That my life will have been for nought,
Alone in desperation of the wanting.
Yet not for the having tried at all,
I've busied myself in earnest.

Others I observe, my lively friends,
Seem occupied with busy lives.
As if they had never known,
How alone One could really be.
Even in a thronging happy crowd,
As another day draws to a close.

And here you come, a hearty smile,
Opening my eyes wide in surprise.
Gracing my hopes within your way,
Of tenderness and honest love.
I feel now, a rescue welcomed,
And then the lights suddenly flicker.

Awakened by this sudden change,
I notice once more I'm alone.
The friends I had welcomed,
All gone now upon their way,
As Nero's closes up it's doors,
And I move homewards solemnly.

Oh well, maybe tomorrow, eh ?
Yes, that will be the turning point,
And I will feel lonely no more.
Becoming all I desire to really be.
And there you skip and dance along,
With me to share that endless fun !




x L.S.S x

I have been waiting, come home Shirley Valentine.

HAPPINESS

Is it something we have,
Or something we are ?
I pondered this topic at length,
Hoping to allow it to be.

In me I find it comes,
One day, two days,
But not for too long,
As the pressures of life,
Crowd round my emotions.

I want so much indulgence,
It's hard to know anymore,
If I am happy with me,
Or overwhelmed with having.

The creature comforts belie,
My truth, that I feel lonely.
I guess that having more,
Will only add distress.

What if it breaks ?
What if she leaves ?
When will I know ?
Why should I care ?

Without an answer sure,
I know my happiness fades,
But strangely in sleep abounds.

The dream leads me now,
To a place I'm without,
And here I am content,
And my happiness lives free...

LOVE IS THE GOAL !

Words are so utterly pointless,
But yet we try, that they do,
The work of conveying meaning,
Of what we should surely do.

And yet if they were true,
No misconception would they allow.
But we see so very clearly,
They lead to pain and sorrow, strangely somehow.

Is there not a more direct advantage,
To pursuing an active life re-course ?
Rather than pontificating in high faluted garble,
Hoping that we may get all the applause.

Doing, is by far the more wholesome tool,
To bring into this world our hope,
Instead of preaching to hungry mouths,
Whilst millions of little children barely cope.

Let us not ignore the common sense,
To share our wealth and health with all,
Giving freely instead of begrudgingly
That, which nature grows ripe and tall.

To end, and rid this world of shame,
For ourselves, who's greed knows no bounds.
By giving away, more of loves rich spoils,
And remembering, what goes around comes around.









It is not money that is the route of all evil.
It is the greed we express to have it all.
Can we not open up our hearts to share it all?
Maktub !

TEARS NO-ONE HEARS

Alone, but waiting still,
For the turn of the key.
The sound of his boots scraping,
And his fearsome words spoken.
Mommy cannot know our secret,
Lest all we share be ended,
And even more guilt piled high,
Believing that it was all my doing.
His breath hot against my neck,
And his hands roughly touching,
Places, I know feelings forever lost,
As I try to plead, Daddy no !!!

We lay for an age,
I'm afraid to move, paralysed,
Where is Mommy all this time,
When Daddy comes to tuck me in ?
Has she not heard my sobs,
Not felt my silences too odd ?
And why does she leave,
When Daddy comes home at night ?
I'm crying silently now, but he denies,
That I can feel shame at all,
For hiding these 'special secrets',
To protect his role, as guardian and protector.

His eyes burn deep down inside,
As I hang my head to hide,
And he gives me a playful pat,
As if we've finished playing my favourite game.
But who will care at all,
If Mommy fails to notice my scars ?
Not upon skin so fair, Oh no,
Deep within my tormented soul.

I lay so still, if I move he'll see,
The bleeding wounds he's left once more,
My innocence betrayed and left alone,
As he silently leaves my room.
But the ghosts still stay, haunting,
Like his smell, his unwanted deposits,
And the shame to be me at all,
Someone worthy of respect, and loved.
I vow to go, to run away,
But know it is no use, they'll bring me back,
How can I prove what cannot be seen,
And who would care for me then ?




For the work of the N.S.P.C.C.
Lets stop abuse, forever.
Special thanks to Emma Micciche.
You are a real star.

Beautiful Day

The air is crisp today,
And fills my lungs with life,
A happy bloom of sunshine,
Draws buds within the earth,
And birds spread wings,
Upon the breeze so light.

I feel the newness fresh,
Of spring waking the flora,
Into bright colour once again,
And even the leafless trees,
Glow with the vibrant energy.

Something about the blooming day,
Shows an end to winter come,
A time of the re-creation,
Of all that has past.

In the sound of silence,
I hear so much movement,
In the soul of the world,
Bringing us together once more.

That if our eyes could see,
And our hearts would feel,
Rejuvenation in our land,
To consider this beauty sublime,
Accepting its arousing temptation.

To smile in recognition daily,
Of life's power to be manifest,
Not only in the nature grand,
But in each one of us,
Wouldn't that, be a beautiful day ?



To Winnie. x

NEED

What is it about this word,
That makes me feel so cold ?
Everyday, the same as the last,
Need this, need that or so I'm told.

What greater purpose does this imbue ?
Life becomes a constant struggle, just to be,
As great or as wealthy having it all,
Displaying our wares to all who would see.

Our happiness depends, apparently it's true,
On filling our lives pursuing this need,
So we can believe it's our sole purpose here.
But is it not only, an excuse for greed ?

Can we not still, remember a time,
When less was enough to provide ?
Security and comfort shared amongst friends,
That not, our communities forever divide.

People of all races, colours and creeds,
living peaceably as neighbours together,
helping when a stranger was in desperate need,
As if this one were, our very own brother.

With the advent, of all our modern ways,
Can we not still, leave a tiny seed,
Of hope in our hearts to see a new day,
Eradicating the struggle, to live having needs ?


At all, evermore. Amen







Just trying to give the World a nudge.
"Come on we can do better than this ! "

The Piano Man of St. Marys'

A chord struck now,
In my heart refreshed,
By hands of reverie,
For days gone by.

I hear a tale,
Of such loving ways,
The sun lights golden, warming rays,
and friendships loving dance.

Mellow and yet vigorous,
Those notes play along,
His clever fingers gallop,
Into meadows of daisies.

And around a hilltop,
My soul floats aloft,
To places of peacefulness,
Life without a care.

Lost as I am now,
In the illusions beheld,
That to be Happy,
I just have to hear more.

Playing to an audience,
Of one, he's content,
And continues to recall,
The life time he's spent.

Not noticed, my presence,
He is carried far away,
Into his childhood adventures,
When little children were gay.

A time and a land,
Far removed from today,
Innocence and friendship treasured,
Above all, was his way.

And I continue to sense,
That his rhythm is Love,
As he tinkles those Ivories,
Bringing peace like a dove.

I reflect in his music,
My own path, still ahead,
And feel sated of spirit,
What a pleasure, I've had.




A tribute to JOHN RISING.

Forever young in life.

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Namaste

I bow before you,
Oh great and shining one,
For you are indeed,
The image of Love.

About you comes tranquillity,
And a way so serene,
It fills my eyes,
With warm salty tears.

Abundant in our Grace,
You display the peace,
We share one and all,
Glorifying Loves true hope.

Your movements are practiced,
and so perfectly true,
I behold even now,
What grace you allow.

It flows like a river,
Through the depths of my heart
Soothing age-ed old sorrows,
Leaving peace in its' wake.

Without a pretence,
You cared how I felt,
And even when I forget,
You care for me still.

How could I be worthy,
To share now your Love ?
Because we, are both one,
You remind me once more.





Recognising the Spirit of the universe.

Perfect.

Why did I never notice,
How shapely you were?
How lateral your thinking,
So comfortable your way.

A strong and endearing friend,
One who cared for me.
Who's being was bright,
Who's nature was polite.

Even as I slept,
You held me so tight,
Giving me reassuring hugs.
And a smile.
Yes, that glorious smile.

NOW

Where can I be ?
What can I do ?
When can I love ?
When will I know ?
Why could I forget ?
Will ever I care ?
Would that I believe ?
Whoever would I be ?
Which do I chose ?
Willingly will I go ?
With creation I am.
Whilst being I do.
At this very moment,
In a time that is NOW.

For the Love of a Gypsy Girl

Cast over me now, and forever your spell,
Curse me if able, you are with your magic.
Before you showed me, I dreamt of your eyes,
Always knowing you'd come, as you now tantalize.
With longing I waited, an age for your way,
And here now, you tempt me, by night and by day.
To give up my heart, and follow your dance,
You sway in the rhythm, I am lost in a trance.
And will it now blossom, a true love divine?
I care only, always, that you would be mine.
To live in the light, and love of your eyes,
I am leaving me open, do you yet realise?
For once I was lost, and here I am found,
As we share in the dance, my heart beating its' sound.
Of loving you honestly, throughout my whole life,
And showing how gentle, you'd feel as my wife.
I beg you'd not stop, the power that you give,
And sustain me forever, Gypsy girl with me live.








Pushkara the Gypsy girl. x