THE GUESSING GAME !

Before the end no clue arrives,
Strategy could give but without hint.
Lost in doubt uncertainty still rules.
Cold questions open elusive answers close.
Forward is progress, backwards is regress.
How long does our choice allow ?
Deliberate acts conclude, nothing ever solved.
Arrangements left dead, is water life ?
Desire creates danger, fear undoes love.
Clothes cover beauty nakedness is shame.
Soulless is darkness light could create.
Am I sure you love me ?

What is love ?

Each morning as I wake,
A spark lifts me higher,
To a world in motion,
Where I come alive.


A power to move mountains,
Fills my field of vision,
And I strike out now,
To reward myself fully.


This energy I feel,
Is the fuel of life,
And it flows so freely,
Do you see as I do ?


From the manna from heaven,
And the rain on my face,
The smile from a stranger,
And a child rapt in laughter.


It's there in the birdsong,
And blown in the breeze,
The force of all nature,
Is a gift to us all.


So what do we call it ?
This permanent guardian,
That is always at work.
Why, it is LOVE...

IN THIS QUIET CITY BAR.

It's approaching winter now, and rain is falling,
The light of the day is as sallow as I.
I sit in our place drinking warm milky coffee,
And look out across the plaza, missing you.


At first, the commotion of all and sundry,
Keeps me from thinking, what could I have changed ?
The condensation is hanging like the sparkling in your eyes,
The memory is strong, so much we had said.


Now it is more silent, the calm brings a chill,
Because I can hear, the quietness you brought.
But you are no longer sharing this restful scene,
I wonder, will you came as we made promise ?




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FOLLOWED BY YOUR GHOST

The time passed hurriedly, racing ever on,
I was hoping to recall a sense of our meeting.
The places here now carry a spectre of light,
Saying that yes; you passed through here once.


My memory is so clear, remembering your smile,
The way I felt loved when you walked closely.
Even the fragrance of your damp silky hair,
Remains on the air, filling my nostrils again.


But where are you now, when I look around me ?
Lost little girl, hiding from the rainfilled day.
Only your ghost remains, haunting my loving soul,
Following where I go, on the road to Santiago.




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THEIR DREAMS, LIVE IN US !

Death has not brought an end to their dreams,
For in us who believe, the dream lives ever bright.
John, Mohamed, Jesus, Buddha, Gandhi, to name but a few.
None have died in vain, for their love is eternal.


But in reality they live, as ever they walked here,
When a touch, a look or a helping hand says,
We have learned something, from the openness showed,
When they were bold enough, to show us their dream.


I for one know how powerful the dreams are,
Of people full of love, when expressed in self less ness.
Without these heroic folk, our world would be lost,
Give thanks then, they dreamed that our world be paradise.






(A memory of Peaceful Warriors)

Days of Solitude.

On the road ahead, one of my own choosing,
I know already, the way will be tougher than most.
Not just because of the rising landscapes to come,
But for the time alone, almost no-one to meet.


Of course passing through there will be people,
On whom I hope to share the days ahead, with.
But few will be walking alongside me to Santiago,
Other routes becoming popular, this road so quiet.


So I pray for help in the tranquillity of solitude,
That I leave despair behind me, in Zamora.
I'm told of the beauty this walk will bring,
So will be in paradise, even if I'm alone.

IMAGINE

Wouldn't it be wonderful,
To wake each day to peace ?
No sounds of gunfire ringing,
Children laughing, not crying in fear.


Just because we are greedy,
By nature not wanting to share.
But here on this Camino,
Are we not seeing this love ?


Do we not feel its real power,
When we recieve such kindnesses ?
I for one know its truth,
For the 'way' has let me observe.


So please dear pilgrims, new friend,
Take home with you this Camino.
Share this experience of peace,
Imagine a world of peace and love.






( Your memory still lives as if you had only just left the room)

GOING TO HELL IN THE FAST LANE..!!

I tried, really I did, to be patient, hopeful.
But now I am lost, waiting for a clue.
Why is it so hard to know what is right ?
Cannot it be more open, when I wait on love ?


I wished to feel the force of love coming,
Because I believed in your giving love.
Whilst I feel like crap, how do you explain,
My empty heart, missing even a stirring of joy ?


Well one thing is clear, because I lost heart
I'm fucked, gone to hell in the fast lane again.
You don't tolerate dissention, or a word against you,
So let me bend over, give me my reward.....!!

TURN

Here I was in my prime, doing what pleases you,
And receiving morsels, snippets, little pieces of luck,
And you always asked me to be grateful for such charity.
Well I say Fuck you !!!


If this is your game, I have no real interest to amuse you,
Whilst my heart breaks, and my hopes go unheard and ignored,
And you forget my giving.


What sort of love is it, when I wait your part ?
I have done all the giving,
And received poor fodder in return.
Oh yes, I am an ungrateful pig !


I see you showering me with glory,
Success and love beyond my dreams.
I'm an idiot, that is for sure,
Whilst I get no rewards, no response,
To my simplest requests.


Oh I forgot, Yeah you are all mighty,
The power of love supreme.....!

Lonely road where are you going?

My eyes are open, yet I see little light,
Am I blind to what is my ultimate goal ?
I believe in the destiny of what life has to offer,
But feel destitute of heart, that I am so lonely.


What ? Tell me what am I not seeing,
To be in this state, feeling deserted by love ?
Do I not give more than I expect to recieve,
So why am I wanting, even a little comfort ?


Where is the balance, I am hoping to find,
When no-one seems to notice my aching soul ?
Fuck you ! All seeing power of the Universe,
Leaving me to the days, go to hell with love !