The Arambol Jam
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The 'O' of shore surrounds you -
Begin with circulating the flow. Pick the line, follow the curve Allow the water to undulate, to swerve Around you, 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. Breathe, Into your waking senses Indulge yourself in all life's tenses. 7th December 2017 |
We're all in this together
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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 |
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Cornwall, UK, 2017
Jaipur, India, 2017
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Into the Wild
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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 |
Nadagarh Fort, Jaipur
Annapurna Circuit, Nepal
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Dylan's Llandudno |
Mount Snowdon |
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We cut away at emptiness as the spirit seeps into
our blood. 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 Of air. 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 Freezing Desert Valley: Leh, Ladakh
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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
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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. August 2017 |
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The Rainforest
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! ............................................................ |
Kolkata Streets
Kolkata, it boiled me with its cacophony. Opening my eyes and providing me much to see.
An overwhelmingly, acute, sensory overload, teeming with major paradoxical details.
From the undeniably impressive, contemporary hotels, to the crumbling colonial architectural facades.
The physical structure of the city's mazed streets, allowing your loss into oppulent luxury.
The Victoria Memorial dazzling with light shows, whilst opposite, the plastic sheeting creates families homes.
Simultaneously fixating and crazy confusing.
Difference in desire between the pearl white, roaring mercedes, and haphazard painting of the multi-coloured 'yellow' taxi. Sharing roads with the saree ladies, cows, the businessmen, the scooters and population in droves.
Bursting with noise, and passion, but not patience, the gesticulating drivers shouting obscenities; at the shoe-less orphans running wildly across busy lanes.
An outsider - the camel - through the eye of a needle, as you say, impossible, well we say you're wrong! You carve out a small channel for the water to stream through and the train to pass by as it stops or continues.
Sheru, they shout, be brave and forgiving, breath in the scent of this city's wild heart beating.
18th June 2017
Kolkata, it boiled me with its cacophony. Opening my eyes and providing me much to see.
An overwhelmingly, acute, sensory overload, teeming with major paradoxical details.
From the undeniably impressive, contemporary hotels, to the crumbling colonial architectural facades.
The physical structure of the city's mazed streets, allowing your loss into oppulent luxury.
The Victoria Memorial dazzling with light shows, whilst opposite, the plastic sheeting creates families homes.
Simultaneously fixating and crazy confusing.
Difference in desire between the pearl white, roaring mercedes, and haphazard painting of the multi-coloured 'yellow' taxi. Sharing roads with the saree ladies, cows, the businessmen, the scooters and population in droves.
Bursting with noise, and passion, but not patience, the gesticulating drivers shouting obscenities; at the shoe-less orphans running wildly across busy lanes.
An outsider - the camel - through the eye of a needle, as you say, impossible, well we say you're wrong! You carve out a small channel for the water to stream through and the train to pass by as it stops or continues.
Sheru, they shout, be brave and forgiving, breath in the scent of this city's wild heart beating.
18th June 2017
NEPHILIM
Definition: 'A race of humans mentioned in the Old Testament, described as being physically impressive and heroic'
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Shadows blur the fading sun
Towards the orange peaks we run Higher than the tallest clock We wait To race against your hand, locked What even is this time Why gift the tiger's stripes to mine? The ticking hand abates Ceaseless A dichotomy of unknown fates |
Send to me your bright solar Energy; flashes waves of colour Endow the riches as we crash Roaring thunder Golden silver, the glittering sash. 28th May 2017 |
Stream of Consciousness
The water pours down my twisted back, as I, unknowing, fail to feel the exquisite flow of handwriting as it touches the gentle, lilting page.
Inspired by conquests of the unknown, we roam, and find, and lose it all in wild and measured succession.
I miss the sun, the snow, the sand, even when I am with them.
I need them closer too, despite the touch of feeling seeping inside,
as the dew of blood covers a delicate foot.
What is this missing conversation?
The fragments are unknown even to me.
I fail to see the effervescent link even with the luminous glow of power as my halo.
There is a pure beauty in nothingness, as to be found exceptionally within,
as hard work passes.
10th February 2017
The water pours down my twisted back, as I, unknowing, fail to feel the exquisite flow of handwriting as it touches the gentle, lilting page.
Inspired by conquests of the unknown, we roam, and find, and lose it all in wild and measured succession.
I miss the sun, the snow, the sand, even when I am with them.
I need them closer too, despite the touch of feeling seeping inside,
as the dew of blood covers a delicate foot.
What is this missing conversation?
The fragments are unknown even to me.
I fail to see the effervescent link even with the luminous glow of power as my halo.
There is a pure beauty in nothingness, as to be found exceptionally within,
as hard work passes.
10th February 2017
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To Adam 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... May 2017 |
Thunder, Storms
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. See? No, The senses must experience the wonder of pulsating fire. May 2017
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Puppeteers' Tension
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. February 2016 |
The Sunset 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 |
Anjuna/Hampi
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 And Time Is understood only in the past deception of The moving sun as it falls too fast. 22nd January 2017 |
