The 'O' of shore surrounds you -
Begin with circulating the flow.
Pick the line, follow the curve
Allow the water to undulate, to swerve
Begin with tides and shape the moon
You will find your space now soon.
Enchantress standing on the earth
To ground yourself for a new birth
Of peace in might meditation,
The silence heals entire nations.
Pocket tiny waves of sound
Welcome A-U-M from underground
Succumb, to your greatest search
Of your true self, upon this earth.
Into your waking senses
Indulge yourself in all life's tenses.
7th December 2017
There's nothing left inside my chest
I'm screaming, why can't they hear me?
My breath is stolen as the stabbing knife it twists to hurt me
You and I, we're all alone, we're all alone
Because really we're very much alike.
You think no one hears your pain? You're right,
It's 'cos we all have pain inside us in some funny little way
Just look at them all next to you, staring at your day.
For me it manifests itself, inside my stupid knee,
A teenager with arthritis makes me want to scream.
Whenever I am stressed or sad I get this stabbing pain
In the cravities of my old joints
The shame, the strange, the same.
Now I know I've made you angry with my insolent outburst
And yes it is a little personal to rid you of your worst
Through my very tainted rhyming
But as I said we're all alike
In our unsightly differences,
So stick together, listen up, we need to all help change this.
12th September 2017
Spending my days in a haze of elation
And sweet herbal remedies filling my lungs
As I learn and I fight to keep up with the sun.
What beautiful wonder today is providing.
Be still at this moment and feel the breeze subsiding
To create your clarity and face your narration.
Who are we really to feel these emotions
The highs and the lows of the shattering dancing
And trancing continuously throughout this life
As we love in succession but really have no idea who our heart and our energies are plowed to.
Where is your focus the near or the far?
Is it geographical or anahatical
This question's a hard one I ponder it often
But selfishly need to escape expectations
I don't want to explain any further I'm sorry
But run to the wild and create your own story.
21st November 2017
We cut away at emptiness as the spirit seeps into
Unforgiving and exciting, surging through relentlessly tingling limbs
Forgive your self-worn path
Like the bracken thorns that scratch you
The sweet salt washes over you
Lined with trees and peppered with breezy freshness
Can you still breathe?
The palm trees whisper among olden tales of fires
Raging, pursing beneath your chest, within the open
Chakras of your soul.
As idyllic sunsets warm the fresh, stale senses left inside
The lukewarm teapots of large Llandudno town.
16th September 2017
His majesty bows among the thrift
Of rusting coins encased in drift
Wood, left by walkers passing by
Aloft the hilltop, near the sky
His minimalist peak of grace
Shrinking at too-fast a pace
While copper burns the peaceful water
A blue, to sky and beyond, to future.
17th September 2017
The space scares me
Vast among the trees
Empty valleys lay parched
Dormant rivers; sighing hearts.
Heavy gusts blow strong Through the wild desolation
- - - - Sand storms fill space
A chasm of orange - - - -
Dust flies like insects
As locusts swarm humans,
Darkness stirs the beast.
Omnipotent wolf - hOWling, SCrEaAMing
For blood to rush
From insects and man.
The horror won't subside,
It increases into blackness
While stars light the void. July 2017
The magpie is a bird
Who likes all shiny things
He flies the nest to search for them,
Have you ever heard?
This bird likes things that sparkle
And shimmer in the sun
They stand out amongst the palest rocks
And make this bird 'a chortle
Once this bird has collected
His fair share of treasures
He looks to mother nature's breeds
A female he's selected
This pompous man tries to show off
And lady is impressed
So they settle down for winter warmth
In their nest that's not so soft!
You see a magpie is very similar
To you or I or anyone
Storing words that create books
To get us through the winter
A myriad of complex dreams,
A fantasy, a story,
All help us hibernate the cold
And warm our own life's scene.
Sweat dripped from her button nose
The physical exertion pulsing
In waves, along the trail she chose.
Her moist body sulking
With fatigue, as she hiked alone.
Suddenly a lumbering mass of grey
Moving slowly across her path.
The beautiful elephant turned to say
'Good Morning' from his shallow bath.
Flabbergasted at the scene, she froze.
She watched as creatures fell around her
'Selamat Datang' they merrily called.
Even the porcupine with no fur
Shouted a greeting through the fold.
She smiled, bamboozled, at the stars.
26th June 2017
The Rainforest was written on Kecil Island, the smaller of the two inhabited Perehentian Islands. It recounts a fictional tale based on my hike in the Taman Negara Rainforest 2 days previously. A French guy I was travelling with, challenged me to write a poem including the words 'moist', 'flabbergasted', and 'bamboozled', and this is the result!
Shadows blur the fading sun
Towards the orange peaks we run
Higher than the tallest clock
To race against your hand, locked
What even is this time
Why gift the tiger's stripes to mine?
The ticking hand abates
A dichotomy of unknown fates
Send to me your bright solar
Energy; flashes waves of colour
Endow the riches as we crash
Golden silver, the glittering sash.
28th May 2017
The incessant babble of a powerhouse
Sordid confusion filling excited, sore minds.
Knowledge is power, they say. But
this overload is what we pay
For, too much confidence in source
Leaves the world behind.
Don't get drawn into cavities of comfort.
Expectation of omniscience isn't pretty,
instead revealing your nerves against the world.
Running away won't help you sort
Your mind. It must rest in your home city
Before you embrace travel and relish it's hold.
2nd May 2016
Lost in Confusion
I have no idea where I am.
My outburst of rage hastens to my soul.
A screaming roar, deep in the shadows.
Jolting me, an electrifying lamb.
The spirit animal guides my whole
Self of nothing, away from the paddock...
The scorching wet rain falls heavily on loud tin slates.
Orange crockery shakes with energy as it shines off the sun.
I lie here unknown, against a manly backdrop of fierce hatred - in protection.
Colour in the lines to ease your pain and create regret.
The senses must experience the wonder of pulsating fire.
A hot bed of burning nelum
Crackles against the solid concrete
The anger screeches through the weeds
Like a car escaping the silent street.
Tension leads like lava to a pool
As teeth grind, sickness looms,
Follow the lotus upwards to a shawl
of stars, surrounding le luna.
Flash with electric, succulent,
Orange of the plated sun.
Covered by the wisps of wool
To blind the lightning
Colour. Anonymous patterns fill the bright abyss
Further away than the penguins fly.
30th March 2012
Spiny red rocks protrude from the sunken sand
The sharp, sweet shadows of strawberries on land.
Discarded glass is dumped under watchful feet
As Kingfishers fly to escape the heat.
Swollen human hearts and minds
Forget the world where nature lies
Is understood only in the past deception of
The moving sun as it falls too fast.
22nd January 2017