During the spring of 2009 I was priviledged to be able to 'Experience' a journey that has opened up to me new and exciting adventures. I try to describe them here, in poems, for everyone to see through my eyes. Enjoy.
Love, Peaceful Warrior.
Click, Clunk, Thump !!!
The initiation of motion,
Rolling, tugging, slowly,
We begin to move.
Picking up pace now,
The force of nature resists,
But we have overcome,
To mollify her powerful grip.
As we arrive to speed,
Guided by parallel lines,
The world that I knew,
Has altered, somewhat, somehow.
The views so very precious,
Become snapshots in my mind,
Whilst the miles pass along,
Following where we've been.
Could it be believed,
That life becomes this train ?
We're sure that there is movement,
Though have no clue to where.
Because we lack attention,
Don't always face ahead,
And lose our orientation,
We could be going backwards !!!
Time seems, to be happy,
that we continue ever on,
I'm told it waits for no-one,
Because that is life's plan.
Yet we are here to witness,
The history that we make,
But is our progress forward,
Could we really come to know ?
To me it seems so obvious,
We had fallen asleep awhile,
Our progress becomes, regress,
As we count another mile.
Why don't we try to focus,
To forge our way ahead ?
The past becomes a confidant,
But we fail to hear its voice.
Our world I see in vortex,
As we spin out of control,
Come back ! Come back !
The shout goes forth,
We've still a way to go.
The past's our map,
Let's not ignore its light,
And a future we'll create..........
Shall we not fall asleep, that our journey be known to all.
Here I am lying,
Dishevelled and broken,
Upon the carpet of life,
Not even the waste basket,
A piece of worthless paper,
Could I find to take me,
Silent, almost expired,
Am I crushed under foot.
By the world in a hurry,
Too crazy to tend me,
Or tenderly arrange,
For my permanent care.
What have I learned,
In all of this chaos ?
My body is withered,
Stained by the coffee,
And kicked for the sport,
To disappear in the dirt.
In their haste to achieve,
The world has abused me,
Fought bitterly, sadly,
Ignoring my real worth,
Whilst seeking for self,
All they can be rewarded.
And if only they knew,
That if only they noticed,
My colours and fabric,
Displaying their royalty,
That I was a banknote,
In vanity I have fallen.
It is often said tentatively,
Once bitten, twice shy.
I should know, ruefully,
All about being bitten,
But I don't feel fear,
To keep giving it a try
What I am looking for,
Seems to elude me still,
Having ventured and loved,
It seems experience abounds,
Though to persist yet again,
Is really testing my will.
I witness the beauty,
Of body and your mind,
They invigorate all my senses,
Enliven my manly focus,
Give me hope for a future,
Together an adventure, we'd find.
Its not made more easy,
By the way that you dress,
I find constant the struggle,
To avoid stirring passions,
Deceiving my deeper emotions,
Leaving me clearing the mess.
An emotional rollercoaster,
Is what it will be,
When we give ourselves over,
To falling in love,
As sense goes out the window,
Letting our desire run free.
And still, it's my goal,
To win at the game,
Relax in its flowing,
And go where it leads me,
Share love with a stranger,
And live in the fame.
Of course there is danger,
In listening to your heart,
So let intuition guide us,
Live life to the full,
Much worse is the danger,
Not even to start !!!!!
Go Johnny, Go,
Mixing it up with Jazz,
Our host brings teasing chords.
The response is nonchalant,
Yet I hear your blue day,
And can myself reflect sadly.
The rhythm moves me,
Fatally towards a salty tear,
When I remember you lately,
And my heart grips tight.
For once I would love blindly,
And fall deeply,
Never again to recover,
Without your eyes upon me.
Tinkling notes of pale mood,
A fluorescent swinging melody,
Feet tapping, fingers clicking,
And reveille boogies homeward.
How strange I should yield,
To a sorrowful recollection,
Steel guitars and funky piano,
Push me slowly overboard.
Is it too late, I still wonder,
For us to recapture our youth ?
The pleasant tuneful echoes,
Call me back to reality.
Mellow, rueful and almost lost,
My heart beats so silently,
The memory of you remains strong.....
Imagine for a while,
People living in peace.
Music being the food,
We eat with relish,
And a common dream,
Of acceptance and fairness.
I know it is possible,
Because I have seen,
The mood of the masses,
Changing gradually, openly.
And here this tranquillity,
Is an encouraging friend.
An unpretentious decadence,
Gives a backdrop to relax,
Soaking up the spontaneously,
Happy musical vibrancy,
All that is best, becomes,
Expressed vividly in colour.
I have enjoyed heartily,
The courtship of the populace,
Towards a clear vision,
Of a new era of love,
And swam in its' freshness,
Being the change we wish to see.
Something magical,
Almost unbelievable happened,
And you and I were there,
The witnesses of it's beauty.
We came to know love,
Instantly and full of passion,
As eyes revealed secrets,
Of our hopes now fulfilled.
Catherine had found Heathcliffe,
And Romeo his Juliet,
Both of us recognising,
A lost soul mate returned.
Together at last, on the beach,
Neath the warm sun,
Shirley Valentine found Costas,
As her heart skipped for joy.
And then all in a flash,
Before we'd even begun,
You had gone away,
Left me feeling forlorn.
Alone with a mystery,
Of how victory was lost,
And the sweet memory,
Of your smile fast fading.
I waited on your word,
Ne'r recieving an utterance,
Still fighting to believe,
That we'd conquer this love.
Though in reality knowing,
Something strange was afoot,
The summer ebbing slowly,
I waited in vain.....
At the last, for virtue,
I let you go free,
Praying you'd be protected,
Despite my pain of loss.
Knowing that our love,
Shared briefly, in a moment,
Would carry us forward,
To where dreams come true.....
Where did you go to my lovely,
Whilst I laid all alone in my bed ?
What were the thoughts that surround you ?
I even considered sadly, that you could be dead.
It's not what I guessed would become us,
Those hours so precious, left me wanting,
That you'd be the one, to spend life with,
Instead, the endless silence became haunting.
I hoped that you'd find, something happy,
To fill your days, all of your life,
Though in my wildest dreams, we'd become,
Inseparable, with you forever as my wife.
We'd have lived as though there was no limit,
To the joy of being forever, beloved,
And spend our days happily, fulfilling dreams,
Together, raising a family we had loved.
Adventures abroad, keeping our spirits bright,
As we'd work towards goals, of our making,
Devoting our tireless energies, to one another,
Blessing all, who's paths' cross ours, without taking.
Two lives full of challenge to become,
Teachers, carers and true friends we'd pursue,
Without missing the importance of honesty,
Making our lives extraordinary, forever like new.
So where have you been now, my lovely ?
These dreams still await us, it's true,
Come home where you are cherished,
Shirley Valentine,
All my life, I have waited for YOU !
That shiny shop looks inviting.
Let's see what happens, when I just rush in.
I speed off like lightening, to find a crazy world,
With big people everywhere, they close in around me.
This is so exciting, being on an adventure,
But where has Jake gone, and where is my Mommy ?
Oh dear I think I'm lost now, where do I go ?
I start to panic and cry quite loudly,
Alarming the people as they move quietly about.
I hear someone calling me, Noah they yell !!!!
I bet that's my Mommy, and I'm in trouble again.
But where did the call come from exactly ?
I'm unable to decide, as my adventure turns sour.
I keep moving about, trying to find my way,
But I didn't look where I was going,
And so I'm overwhelmed, so many doors to chose.
But again I hear my Mommy's angry voice.
Then there comes a stranger, calling out my name,
How does he know me, this tall smiling man ?
I'm not supposed to talk with strangers am I ?
But his smile invites me, to trust his voice.
Apparently my Mommy is waiting, searching as he waits,
He offers me his hand, to guide me to safety,
And I accept willingly, What choice do I have ?
This kind, tall stranger, walks me across the street,
And I see my Mommy's face, distraught, angry, but sweet.
Then it's big hugs, I'm safe now, Wahey !!!
I won't be doing that again, least not today......
Wham is the cool backdrop,
To the evenings slow beginning.
Once so holy a place, sacred,
Newly escorting young desires,
To be opened up to loves' music.
Where priests would shame sinners,
A funky DJ rocks the air,
No longer for silent prayers.
Here will be the beginnings,
For many new love adventures,
And the ending of so many centuries,
Of moralistic values preached.
A crazy mixture, rich, lively.
And architecture from fables,
Tables not pews roam free,
Where the merrying crowds,
Lead and pull, vying for favour.
With one another they dance,
Energizing now the ripe mood,
Tired folk come to life,
And the fires deep within,
Begin to hear an audience.
We are connecting now, together,
With the unspoken law of melody,
To embrace the soul of union,
As our senses become dulled,
And our passions take hold.
Where poor rhythm was noticed,
We now see such Latin dancers.
Coaxed by the fever Pitcher,
the Piano plays tunefully,
And rising bass booms forth.
Here we go now, rocking,
Amongst friends confidence growing,
Feet moving freer, hips gyrating,
as the writhing mass moves,
Towards sweet chorus of joy.
Thump, thump, Mambo Italia.
Bodys grooving, swaying, flowing,
In release of the weekday blues,
As here lives well earnt freedom. The night moves on a-pace,
Memories lost now in a blur,
Of alcoholic intoxication.
And even the sober struggle,
To remain untouched, unaffected,
As the rhythm pulls in revellers.
Many begin to tire, weakened,
Now on complete overload.
The street becomes a home,
To the milling throngs, hungry,
A feast now welcomed,
To sate the ravaged furore,
As into doorways people fall,
And myriads of fast food emporiums.
Only to be vomited far and wide,
On the crawl back home,
Where a very comfy floor,
Awaits these merry folk.
Climbing high,
Breathing the Andean rich air,
My goal was history,
And a people forever lost.
What was I in search of,
I contemplate again my mood,
Would it be discovered here,
Amongst this empire of trees.
In my age,
Our current wedge of time, our history,
the past was as ever alive,
And visible, discerningly.
Spirits of Inca Warriors,
Met and guided me onwards,
Together we shared a place,
Whare time no longer ruled.
We suppose that this rule,
A man-made device,
Shows us a true reality,
But we become fooled.
In the the clouds where,
Only ancient gods reside,
I discovered a way,
To live happily, everyday.
Finding this obvious truth,
Though liberating, a curse,
Where could I go now,
To make sense of it all ?
Oxygen rich, rain soaked forests,
Told me their story,
And with it came fear,
That our 'lawmakers' deceive.
I strove on forward,
once more determined, open,
To accept all truth,
The substance of our reality.
And found excuses and explanations,
Pompous liturgy,
When strangely obvious were,
The facts before me laid.
To nature and all life,
There is but one truth.
Continuation, an evolution,
By creation forever continuous.
The details are but a series,
Of relative connections,
For everything is perfect,
Just the way it is now!.
Oh comely are the feet,
Upon paved roads now,
All and sundry come,
To sell their wares.
The farmers who tend,
Bring flocks and herds,
When cocks' crow dawn,
And people do stir.
Streets lined with colour,
Stalls loaded to entice,
Everything is brought here,
That we can be sated.
Such smells such choice,
Many a cheerful raised voice,
We have our fill now,
In the throng of commerce.
I spy, from my eye,
A community at work,
As goods and money,
Exchanged bring economic flow.
A reason for one man,
And an end for the other,
And here I find life,
In all its unrivalled glory.
I see you rolling in, from distant places.
You've been here too, time and time again.
Why you persist in coming I'll never know.
Yet here you are fresh, rushing upon the pebble beach.
Then you're gone, but here you come once more.
Tireless, relentless, calm yet determined to return.
Today I notice how listfully you wallow about,
And remember so painfully how cruel you have been.
Our best friend one day and 'Nemesis' the next,
You have swallowed many, even loving, caring souls.
Truly without compassion,
You wield your mighty power.
And still, little children play as you creep and ebb,
Amazed at all of your lashing, thrashing new faces.
