COVERING OUR SHAME....!

The camouflage is a trick, to hide.
Beneath it lies the truth, of who we really are.
The clothes we wear, are our own trick,
To display who we say, that we truly are.

Strange indeed is the fact, that to the clever and the wise,
Nothing can be hidden, behind a vale of lies.
We say it's to protect, the virtues of a woman,
But as nature made us, behold ! the beauty of a woman.

Outside of our clothing, we need hide no more,
For all that we are, becomes manifest in truth.
What shame should I have, to be as I am ?
Why pretend to another, I am yet, but a man.

Some cultures accept the need to express,
How we change as the wind, no traditional dress.
Still others enforce, the rules set by men,
Saying that God will be upset, that your actions offend.

Yes religion holds blame, for the shame that we feel,
If we cannot choose for ourselves, our true spirit reveal.
Let's not fall into traps, where we're pressured at all,
Be free and expressive, follow natures own call....



Honour our own codes, BE who we really are !!

J'T'AIME........JE T'AIME.........

So like the movies, in which I get lost.

I have fallen so deeply, in a whirlwind of love.

Your eyes are revealing, an innocence so rare,

And I cannot help myself, but get washed away now.

Miss Birkin you are, to me as I recount,

So many ways in which, our romance is flowing.

And I play out now, the part of messuer Gainsbourg,

Older, wiser, but playful as an inexperienced youth.

Why would we begin, if time was to be feared ?

No point in becoming involved, unless love took a hold.

Your freshness, your smile, I cannot begin to repay,

The wholesomeness you show, that I must partake of.

And in return, my hope is, that my delirious way,

Of loving you desperately, will further enliven you.

Passions as yet, never before known unto me,

Demand of me, to be worthy of their enchantment.

That for you, my sweet young, playful lover,

I become a conqueror, of all your virtues fair.

Time has yet, no hold over our exotic allure,

And believe me when I say, I breathe you.

You are the scent that fills my head with desire,

And the warmth, coveting my skin with perspiration.

Me and you darling, are the answer to life,

The prayers of all creation, being given their true voice.

Joie de vivre, beyond the rhythm of the dance,

And an incredible freshness, carried upon the breeze.

Where we move as one, beauty is as pure gold,

You become my reason, to never give up hope,

And I will forever remain, enchanted in You, my dream.

A tribute to the love displayed between Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin.

One that I and many others would be blessed by.

An incredible story.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHiMDB19Dyc

GOING AWAY ( To Heaven )

It had to be today,
Of all days to leave.
When I had just realised,
The truth behind your eyes.
Clear blue, an azure hue,
Were spelling out the love,
You held for me, as always,
But life just had goodbyes.

For once I had determined,
Just what love meant to me.
And how I could repay,
The same to you my love.
An immense debt I owe,
Because of this blessing,
Which I shall surely pay,
Even now from skies above.

The wisdom of the universe,
How can we really know,
When it gives, but takes,
From the bad and the good ?
I fear you may suffer,
As I will surely do,
To know why I am taken,
The grief, understood.

I am undoubtedly free,
To watch the girl I love,
Beside herself with woe,
Not knowing how to cope.
Left all alone in misery,
And a wretched life,
Robbed of the man,
Within who's love, she'd placed a living hope.

Don't worry for me,
I finally found the peace.
Being with you darling,
Tho' brief the time we knew.
Remember now, one hour with you,
Worth an eternity,
That I would gladly give up,
To have been loved by you !!


For every new beginning, comes the end of one !

Above the clouds so high...!

Imagine for a moment, quiet, silence beyond calm.
Stillness, ethereal tranquillity, and absence of movement.
Even softly spoken Angels cannot break my spell,
The morning rays of sun, stroking my heart alive.

How I came to be, here in this vastness,
Is still a mystery that I contemplate daily.
I spy below, a world still sleeping in misery,
Because, in my observation, they cannot learn to forgive.

And at once comes heat, and a blinding bright light,
The ash cloud begins rising, plumes of radiation poison.
And for a few terrible minutes, the Earth is silent.
As it is up here now, before the screaming winds.


I forgive them, for they know not, what they have done!

THE BIGGER PICTURE

How can it be unobserved,
When it is open to plain sight ?
The majority seem unaware,
Truly unable to comprehend it.
But to me and a few others,
It is vitally important indeed.
Some even attempt to deny,
The existence of it, a scandal.
Yet it will remain just so,
For as long as it is true.

And people of all nations,
Can wake up to its' relevance,
Or continue to sleep soundly,
Ignoring the value of insight.
But what a pity it is,
That we consider that we,
Are educated and rational,
When we continue to be so dumb.
Has history no value at all ?
What could all of it say ?

Would the masses not know,
In this observable lesson,
A hope exists to alter,
To rise above the disease.
Plagued throughout history,
We learned little understanding,
And forge again blindly on,
Destroying and hating life.
But our hearts do feel,
What our eyes fail to see !!


Be not blind anymore...x

BECAUSE I WANT.

Because I want, excitement continues to exist.
I somehow know in truth, that should I attain,
All that I had desired, a possibility would continue,
That at that point, I would become unhappy.

A subtle difference sure, but an obvious fact,
In the pursuance of it, the fire to achieve IS.
Without a passion to fulfil, the feelings may wain,
And the doubts and reality, resurface to dishearten.

The wanting in itself is not so really wrong,
But to conclude that receiving brings a reward,
Is an illusion to truth and a summary of lies.
For to be left wanting, is the motivation itself.


'Acknowledge this truth'.

BOTH SIDES NOW !!

Coveting your eyes and missing your smiles,
Remembering a day together, but losing your heart.
Sunny, warm fulfilling hours, and times of reflections,
Building dreams to see, yet falling apart sadly.
Crystal waters, cooling feet, as tired limbs refresh,
A happy feeling in my heart, you'd rest upon my chest.
The fields so green, became fields of dreams,
We ran the way ahead held hands and talked,
Of lives to live, and romped amongst the meadows.
Sang words of love, you and I, our enduring unity,
We held the dream alive shared true happiness.
Upon clouds we wished from both sides now,
That together we'd belong, and see unto a ripe old age,
The life of caring come, surrendered to its' glory.


CGI x
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKQSlH-LLTQ

A WORLD OF HOPE ?

Crying in the quiet, a home destroyed by war,
Flattened by a bombing raid, wrought violently again.
Children dead and mothers lost, searching in the rubble,
An ethereal silence broken, by the tradgedy of loss.

But we will have our foreign borders held,
Despite that they are so distant, barren lands.
As we search to keep the enemy at bay,
From encroaching upon us, in our liberating deceptions.

We cannot even see, whom our enemy will be,
As ever changing policy, creates an atmosphere of mistrust.
And the fighting force that delivers the word,
Are those that suffer, more than all of us.

Our foes remain elusive, within the desert scenes,
They have the advantage of surprising our troops.
When their honest defense is pushed to protect,
Why don't we get out of a land they rightly own ?

Instead we carry on, igniting the tinder box,
And desolating their homelands in bloodshed vile.
Society disseminating in hateful angst and terror,
The very same said attributes we aim to stop.

So where is the hope for us or for them,
That peace be brought about for one and all ?
When forgiveness is denied, and law forced upon,
Through the barrels of automatic fighting sticks.....




A prayer for Afghanistan. x

WAITING !!!

A blowy day, wind gusting from the east,
Sunshine breaking through, and a spot or two of rain.
In this bluster I wait, hopefully for your return,
A while alone I spend, recalling your disappearance.

Was it something I said, that hurt you too much ?
Did I forget to say how much I love you ?
Aware I have become of a quietness alone,
Your lack of presence, in a crypt I am left.

Upon the twilight scene, I see your return,
Or is it an illusion of my own distress talking ?
That I presume still that you will forgive me,
The foolishness of loving, a dream permitted by you.

The skies alone see wherever you reside now,
A place of sunkissed day and tranquil evening light.
You, no doubt, are at ease, with friendships old and new,
But for my waiting hope, you favour not I.

How long perchance, I wait upon you here,
That I would see you, once again brightening my world.
Enigmatic presence with smiles, has kept me silent still,
That in between the sunrises, I catch you passing near.

Then in the breaking morning, alive with crowing cock,
An angel dust is risen, to cover me in hope.
That in you'd walk, to bless my empty life,
And stay with me forever, and become my happy wife.





Tatgilb x
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShN8UIk5-mw

MONA LISA. MONA LISA.

A surprise it was, to be feeling so nice,
Whence we had met, shared a drink or two,
Gained pleasant rewards for our gentle inquiries.

A lovely smile too, quite becoming and sweet.
I began feeling refreshed, sensing your own energy,
Responding to my interest, being lost in your eyes.

A secretive aspect, I felt wishing to open,
As my desirous attentions beconed you to me now,
And you favoured me with so many glances.

A very real possibility that we could become,
As close as our toes, I witnessed from you,
I hope that together, you'd like to spend time.


CBL x

The comings and the goings...

As the afternoon rolls slowly into evening,
Many people begin to gather in celebration,
of the work day ended and down time to relax.

I overhear grand tales of heroic business mergers,
Conspiracies in the mailroom stationary stores,
And even a promotion to carpeted sales offices.

The terraces are filling with folk young and old,
To share the latent sunshine, a proof that its' summer,
And the drinks flow, cooling our fettered brows.

With this special time we grow in standing,
Amongst our closest friends, in the illusion beheld,
That we must be a someone, somehow.

A little music opens the floodgates of desire,
To reveal our image unto one and all,
That they believe us to be mighty giants.

But the alcohol begins its' revealing play,
As we continue opening our dialogues to scrutiny,
Where the clever, sober stay well informed.

But it is very pretty in this open place,
Watching secretly, the world passing on by,
A real eye opener of what, we all believe is real...

BARBARAS' CAFE.

What a happy kindly smiling face,
Will greet you as you come.
And tasty sandwich homemade fillings,
To fill your hungry tum.

The ambience is always bright,
You're made to feel so at home.
No wonder that I'm here so oft',
You'll not sit or eat alone.

So eat and drink be merry now,
For later we will work.
Refreshed of body, our hunger fed,
We carry on now more alert.


For Barbara and John.

The story of my soul !

A ballad of poetry brings openess to me,
A hope to share it, with my earthwide family.
Sweet chords of piano, and guitar add a note,
Of deliberate sanctioning, towards a peaceful flow.
The tone that I set, is firmly towards love,
Creating an abundance, is what I wish to see.
I may not be alone, in this desire to be,
Free from the conspiracy of life as it is now.
One of many Warriors, fighting for the right,
To live life without pain, that lies always bring.
A new reality I crave, one in which we live,
Understand the need for unity, rather than separations way.
And to this end, I declare my loyalty,
To being one with nature, and all of humanity.



U2 One.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgZ4ammawyI

COURAGE TO LIVE.

Many wise people, have already noticed how,
Courage to live is, by far the greatest way,
To enjoy the adventure life has to offer us,
But yet, the starngest truth by which to live.

We actually fear more, than we dare believe,
That we avoid chances, to live as free souls.
We collect an abundance of material, physical things,
Believing this gain is, our truest lifes worth.

Rich people can know, that along with wealth,
Comes a desolation of spirit, if it is not shared.
And that they will die, regardless of this luxury,
As will the poorest alone, in this life.

So I say to myself, seek not material rewards,
Which will, rust, decay, or be sadly stolen.
Build up eternal treasures, that can be given,
Shared freely with all, and enjoyed 'til forever.

Have the courage, to shake off the fear,
That cripples our resolve, and moves us to tears,
Become what we wish our world to be,
Let not our darkness overshadow our real light.

Peaceable, gentle folk, are what we can be,
Let's open our hearts, once again to declare,
A revolution to love, being the universal goal.
Fill our days with kindness, Yes, open the soul.




That we peacefully wage war on oppression.

Catch me if you can !

Alone here today, missing the sharing of life,
I want to run so very fast into forever,
To forget the painfulness of being without you.

I had hoped, that, if I waited here,
You would eventually come to restore my faith,
In the voyage of love, and her enduring care.

But time is leaving at such a rapid pace,
That I must move now, into a higher gear,
Or be beaten down with futility and woe.

I had wondered, if you remember our fire,
The passion by which, all our adventures were done,
And by such energy we forged ever on...

Regrets, I have none, about what we were,
Nor about where, we destined to enter into,
Whilst we shared the moment of the eternal Now!

And as I run, a song recalls your face,
Always smiling sweetly, an angel of grace,
Those lyrics suggest, glory still to see.

My heart quickens, as I fill with love,
Sent from memories, alive as ever new,
Thoughts of you again, filling my stride, alive.

So catch me now, if you really dare,
To live once again, as a child of freedom,
Be with me love, Taste life ! Taste love !




Walk with Angels, Be happy ! x
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfg97-5uhFQ

The Girl with a sultry expression.

So what thoughts occupy you so pensively,

Pretty girl of allure, blonde hair flowing in,

And out of my mind, as I watch you keenly ?

I imagine that I, can feel your heart beating,

Beneath a chest rising, in time to a rhythm,

Of sadness past, the loss of belief.

You look about you, an aire of confidence,
But I am not fooled, as I see your eyes,
Sparkling with mirth, and a connection to break.

Then you notice me, gazing, smiling at you.
And your aura changes, to one of great light,
And I know another, new connection is made.

MEMORY LANE

So softly the music soothes open my heart,
Remembering the great and the wonderful days.
Where we sought out one another to share,
The blessings each gave freely and without regret.

Funny now, I consider how different our views,
But we found friendship, the truest of companions.
As we walked closely, hand in hand together,
Searching for our destinies, hoping on loves' success.

And here I listen, to timeless melodic reflections,
Of how different choices could have born fruit,
To the ends where you and I, had stayed bonded together,
And not living apart, where I miss you so !!!!!!!



B is for beloved. x

Petunia Versus Lobealia

As the Petunias, you are open and bright.
Your flower and her petals, warm as the summer.
About you caressing, the breeze does stir you now,
A tiny changing curve, defines your beauty still.

At the heart of you, Is your moist fruit,
And many come to eat and refresh of life.
That they may become manifest, far more alive.
Sustained by your goodness and wonderful healing gift.

Your bedfellow, Lobelia, a contrasting royal blue,
Enhances all about you as you soak, rain and sun.
She carries her own courage to deny you all the glory,
And the strength to share all the adoration evenly.

FIRST IN THE QUEUE

What a great surprise,
That I arrive here,
First in the queue,
Ahead of the hoards,
That surely will come.
Or maybe I am,
The first and the last,
The entirety of presence,
No-one else on the horizon,
My position clearly fixed.
How can we really know,
Our position of success,
Unless we had had,
Another to show us,
Just where we stand ?

YOUNG GIRL

I know that my eye,
That has twinkled for you,
Is possibly leading me now,
Down a road to ruin.

Not because your years,
Are not so many yet.
But because I fear,
That you will not recognise it.

Old enough both, are we,
To love and be loved,
And still my heart flutters,
With thoughts of knowing you.

Angelic, pure, almost divine,
Your being around me,
Fills me to overflow,
And I'm lost in fantasy.

A life of pure happiness,
A welcoming warm embrace,
And a cosy home fire,
Burning in our hearts.

And your vibrant smile,
That has gained my eye,
Be forever a beacon,
Of how love can be.

For in my heart,
There always shall stay,
Longings to share together, The energy of passion.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=98QH7LdPeO0

Flowers for beauty and charm.
In a windmill of dreams.

OPEN

For the light of love,
Becomes the brightest,
When the heart of the receiver,
Is open.........

Keep the Faith.

I notice how comely,
The light in her eyes,
The flow of her spirit,
As it supersedes lies.

Alone I have found,
A way to provide,
And cope with a sadness,
That my spirit divide.

But is it the reason,
For waking each day ?
That I miss her touch,
'Til the end of the day.

I struggle to laugh,
And care for myself,
In a void of her love,
I am left on the shelf.

And no-one comes close,
To filling her shoes,
But I try to believe,
There'll be end to my blues.

That I will return,
To a life full of fun,
As we honour our friendship,
In the land blessed by sun.