This
Is love
This
This, conversation with a friend
This smile in their eye
That somehow sends
A message for a feather somewhere, to bend
And unfold...
This
Love
This
Growing older
This new line on my face
Is part of my map for tracing
The picture of what I've learned so far
And so I
Hold it up to the sun
To show her how far I've come
And as I do
Somewhere,
Another feather comes undone...
For this
Is love
This
Up past midnight
This moonbeam smile
Mysteriously crescent
And glowing from holding
You tight
While understanding
That this just might
Be the only night you are with me
And in recognising this
Letting you go
And loving the moment
For everything it is
And for everything is, as it should be...
Here,
"Trust the life"
I heard her whisper to me
This
Love
This, now rolling down my cheek
This silent language we all speak
In the quiet tongues of the heart
And unbridled now
Is my heart
No longer cradled
As those feathers finally expand and part
Moved by the formless hands of
This
Passion
This
Joy
This
Love
This
Is flying.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Friday, September 28, 2012
Don't Worry.
To those concerned by my recent 'darker' poetry ... it is neither here nor there ;-) All is temporary. All is malleable. My poems should reflect this...
They are merely a vehicle for channeling different emotions in concentrated forms, and as a result, they help me to process how I am feeling at any given moment. In this way I get to look at how I am feeling, with a sense of curiousity which allows me to use the quality of the emotion to make some art and then move on, rather than dwell on, or get caught up in the storyline of the situation and / or circumstance that triggered the emotion!
When I finish a poem, I have already moved on from what was being said. The process of writing allows me to let whatever needs to be released, to flow free. It's very cathartic ;-)
Life isn't always roses, which in itself is a kind of beauty. This is what I find myself acknowledging at the moment. Pain, anger, sadness, resistance - it's good to explore these, as they are really just doorways to unfolding to a greater understanding of oneself and as a result, become more available to joy and peace. We cannot know one without the other. Ying and Yang. Light and dark. The balance.
The only time these emotions become dangerous, is when one becomes lost in them ... lost in the story. Poetry allows me to become the observer, and therefore I have space around the story - distance from it. Then I can write about it and hopefully learn something from it! It's a space where I can see the emotions for what they are - neither here nor there, allowing them to be, in order to fully let them go. So do not worry. When you read my poems ... consider that you are just tracing my footsteps through life ... and with each one I have already moved on ... always moving forward ;-)
To summarise, I will leave you with a favourite story of mine:
- Two Monks -
Two traveling monks reached a river where they met a young woman.
Wary of the current, she asked if they could carry her across. One of the monks hesitated, but the other quickly picked her up onto his shoulders, transported her across the water, and put her down on the other bank. She thanked him and departed.
As the monks continued on their way, one was brooding and preoccupied. Unable to hold his silence, he spoke out.
“Brother, our spiritual training teaches us to avoid any contact with women, but you picked that one up on your shoulders and carried her!”
“Brother,” the second monk replied, “I set her down on the other side, while you are still carrying her.”
They are merely a vehicle for channeling different emotions in concentrated forms, and as a result, they help me to process how I am feeling at any given moment. In this way I get to look at how I am feeling, with a sense of curiousity which allows me to use the quality of the emotion to make some art and then move on, rather than dwell on, or get caught up in the storyline of the situation and / or circumstance that triggered the emotion!
When I finish a poem, I have already moved on from what was being said. The process of writing allows me to let whatever needs to be released, to flow free. It's very cathartic ;-)
Life isn't always roses, which in itself is a kind of beauty. This is what I find myself acknowledging at the moment. Pain, anger, sadness, resistance - it's good to explore these, as they are really just doorways to unfolding to a greater understanding of oneself and as a result, become more available to joy and peace. We cannot know one without the other. Ying and Yang. Light and dark. The balance.
The only time these emotions become dangerous, is when one becomes lost in them ... lost in the story. Poetry allows me to become the observer, and therefore I have space around the story - distance from it. Then I can write about it and hopefully learn something from it! It's a space where I can see the emotions for what they are - neither here nor there, allowing them to be, in order to fully let them go. So do not worry. When you read my poems ... consider that you are just tracing my footsteps through life ... and with each one I have already moved on ... always moving forward ;-)
To summarise, I will leave you with a favourite story of mine:
- Two Monks -
Two traveling monks reached a river where they met a young woman.
Wary of the current, she asked if they could carry her across. One of the monks hesitated, but the other quickly picked her up onto his shoulders, transported her across the water, and put her down on the other bank. She thanked him and departed.
As the monks continued on their way, one was brooding and preoccupied. Unable to hold his silence, he spoke out.
“Brother, our spiritual training teaches us to avoid any contact with women, but you picked that one up on your shoulders and carried her!”
“Brother,” the second monk replied, “I set her down on the other side, while you are still carrying her.”
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Modern-day Gypsy.
What happens?
When you can no longer show up
When the feeling in your gut
Is one of being fed up
From being starved
Starved of the fire
Of the inherent desire
The fuel you were born with
To create
To make a space
For something unique to exist
What will happen over time?
The more I sit here daily
Nodding and shaking
I am the yes-man
And it’s making me feel like a tired walrus
Coo-coo could you
Please check my pulse
Cos I’m staring vacantly into a screen
While living the dream
Of another life in my head
Instead of in my reality
Because I’m worried where I’ll be
Without any fucking money
To see me through the day-to-day
But day-by-day
I already feel I’m paying the ultimate price
The sacrifice
Of ‘settling’ for the ‘sensible’... the ‘practical’
...Logical solutions
Acting as dilution
For my passion
And desensitizing the crazy
That lives beneath my skin
She‘s been told she’s too weird
She’s been told she’s a sin
Can't go making a living
Pedaling around what she was inherently given...
What happens to her?
What will happen over time?
If she continues to be forced to dance with the ugly beast
And his feast of the mundane
He’ll proclaim
Her dead before long
Unless she is strong
Enough to rebel and follow
The beat of her own drum
Away from all the ho-hum
And toward the parade
Of the overgrown and wildly untamed
Jungle of her imagination.
Well beware!
For on the horizon
Stands her trusty steed
...The beast of her determination.
When you can no longer show up
When the feeling in your gut
Is one of being fed up
From being starved
Starved of the fire
Of the inherent desire
The fuel you were born with
To create
To make a space
For something unique to exist
What will happen over time?
The more I sit here daily
Nodding and shaking
I am the yes-man
And it’s making me feel like a tired walrus
Coo-coo could you
Please check my pulse
Cos I’m staring vacantly into a screen
While living the dream
Of another life in my head
Instead of in my reality
Because I’m worried where I’ll be
Without any fucking money
To see me through the day-to-day
But day-by-day
I already feel I’m paying the ultimate price
The sacrifice
Of ‘settling’ for the ‘sensible’... the ‘practical’
...Logical solutions
Acting as dilution
For my passion
And desensitizing the crazy
That lives beneath my skin
She‘s been told she’s too weird
She’s been told she’s a sin
Can't go making a living
Pedaling around what she was inherently given...
What happens to her?
What will happen over time?
If she continues to be forced to dance with the ugly beast
And his feast of the mundane
He’ll proclaim
Her dead before long
Unless she is strong
Enough to rebel and follow
The beat of her own drum
Away from all the ho-hum
And toward the parade
Of the overgrown and wildly untamed
Jungle of her imagination.
Well beware!
For on the horizon
Stands her trusty steed
...The beast of her determination.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Tension & Release.
It's the tension
And the release
It's the melody
Over the persistent beat
Of the softened heart
Made light
From a wisdom born of heavy feet
Making solid tracks
Despite the resistance they meet
Along the way
And during the straying
From the road most travelled
...
These prints
Mark and decorate an earth
I have now truly grown to embrace
After having let go
Of the man-made concept of time and place
Opting instead
To just focus on this space
The spot where I'm standing
Breathing in
It's a beautiful thing
Taking it in
And letting it go
Letting it flow
This eternal dance
Of tension and release
Light and dark
This is the balance
This is the challenge
Do you see day in your night
Or night in your day?
Actually,
Forget one
Forget the other
It's about the interPLAY
...
This is what we came here to do
To manifest infinite interpretations
Of a universal clue
To the mystery of me and you
And this here,
Is the very riddle
This here is our rhyme
The paradox of the eternal
And the infinately sublime
Does it go on forever?
That which we cannot comprehend
Yet try to measure by our 'time'
Ticking and tocking
The only clock I'm watching
Is the one in my chest
That's got me popping and locking
And dancing up a storm
With every day that dawns
This is it
The nature of the beast
The tension and release:
The never-knowing
Of when your time is up
Yet by knowing this much
Maximises your reason
To get on up
And look around
Breathe it all in
It's a beautiful thing
This spin-cycle we're in
Forget washed and dried
Let's get messy with this life-thing.
And the release
It's the melody
Over the persistent beat
Of the softened heart
Made light
From a wisdom born of heavy feet
Making solid tracks
Despite the resistance they meet
Along the way
And during the straying
From the road most travelled
...
These prints
Mark and decorate an earth
I have now truly grown to embrace
After having let go
Of the man-made concept of time and place
Opting instead
To just focus on this space
The spot where I'm standing
Breathing in
It's a beautiful thing
Taking it in
And letting it go
Letting it flow
This eternal dance
Of tension and release
Light and dark
This is the balance
This is the challenge
Do you see day in your night
Or night in your day?
Actually,
Forget one
Forget the other
It's about the interPLAY
...
This is what we came here to do
To manifest infinite interpretations
Of a universal clue
To the mystery of me and you
And this here,
Is the very riddle
This here is our rhyme
The paradox of the eternal
And the infinately sublime
Does it go on forever?
That which we cannot comprehend
Yet try to measure by our 'time'
Ticking and tocking
The only clock I'm watching
Is the one in my chest
That's got me popping and locking
And dancing up a storm
With every day that dawns
This is it
The nature of the beast
The tension and release:
The never-knowing
Of when your time is up
Yet by knowing this much
Maximises your reason
To get on up
And look around
Breathe it all in
It's a beautiful thing
This spin-cycle we're in
Forget washed and dried
Let's get messy with this life-thing.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
This Industry.
This industry is killing me
Softly
With it's mechanical song
With its coffee addicts
And expanding waistlines in the making
We try and sell 'the real thing'
But at the end of the day it's just faking
Another packaged up concept
Another conveyor belt notion
A quick-fix potion
A band aid for the fucked up
And superficially loved up
Making love to the image
To the ideal
Of needing MORE to be complete
But wait!
There IS more! :
"If you buy now, into our manipulation,
Not only do you get self deprecation
But look! - A free set of knives!"
...Fashioned from the money of lies
And empty promises
Now yours to own and keep
Until you find
One day, that you can't sleep
Tossing and turning
From unconsciously burning
Up...
Misusing our own fossil fuels
We have become
A numbing inferno
Polluting our inherent peace
It's getting harder to find...
Especially here; trapped in the building
The very same structure we built
Now engulfed by guilt
Fear and shame
With no one to blame
But ourselves
So we stop, drop and roll
In a bid to smother the inflamed
But we're doused in a modern stress
It's a sticky kind of fuel
That has us stomping about like stubborn mules
And pushing each other out of the way
To get ahead
And in doing so
Losing our heads
And more importantly
Their connection to our hearts
It's an ambilocal cord we've severed
Stunting our spiritual and emotional growth
You only have to look at all the weathered
Faces
And haunted crowds
Resonating with the sounds
Of the kind of chords
Plucked too hard by egos
They sound so dissonant and out of tune
Resounding with the pain
Of a losing game
Killing us softly and
Strumming our pain
With this industry's fingers
Got me covering my ears
But that won't deafen the sound
Of the feeling that lingers
From the mechanics of a song
That went so wrong
Singing our lives with it's false words
And in turn creating false worlds
We're living in a glossy dream
A postcard from an imaginary state-of-being
Instead of being where we are
Be it as it may, all flushed with fever...
But give me the fever
AND the famine
Over this souless regime!
I'd rather be faced with the derranged
I'd rather look the ugly beast in it's eye
And let my distaste
Become my palette for change
REAL
Change...
That which lies behind the Great Wall of the numb
And the dumb
Those glossy improvised culture clubs
And their good time drugs
In all their seductive disguises
Stop numbing it out!
The more you do
The more you better watch out…
Because you might just cry
You might just pout
You might just FEEL
When all this pressure underneath consumer society's lid
Decides to get REAL
Yeah you better watch out
And you better wake up
Because an independent Clause is coming to town
And it's shouting:
This industry is killing us
So it's time we fight back!
Softly
With it's mechanical song
With its coffee addicts
And expanding waistlines in the making
We try and sell 'the real thing'
But at the end of the day it's just faking
Another packaged up concept
Another conveyor belt notion
A quick-fix potion
A band aid for the fucked up
And superficially loved up
Making love to the image
To the ideal
Of needing MORE to be complete
But wait!
There IS more! :
"If you buy now, into our manipulation,
Not only do you get self deprecation
But look! - A free set of knives!"
...Fashioned from the money of lies
And empty promises
Now yours to own and keep
Until you find
One day, that you can't sleep
Tossing and turning
From unconsciously burning
Up...
Misusing our own fossil fuels
We have become
A numbing inferno
Polluting our inherent peace
It's getting harder to find...
Especially here; trapped in the building
The very same structure we built
Now engulfed by guilt
Fear and shame
With no one to blame
But ourselves
So we stop, drop and roll
In a bid to smother the inflamed
But we're doused in a modern stress
It's a sticky kind of fuel
That has us stomping about like stubborn mules
And pushing each other out of the way
To get ahead
And in doing so
Losing our heads
And more importantly
Their connection to our hearts
It's an ambilocal cord we've severed
Stunting our spiritual and emotional growth
You only have to look at all the weathered
Faces
And haunted crowds
Resonating with the sounds
Of the kind of chords
Plucked too hard by egos
They sound so dissonant and out of tune
Resounding with the pain
Of a losing game
Killing us softly and
Strumming our pain
With this industry's fingers
Got me covering my ears
But that won't deafen the sound
Of the feeling that lingers
From the mechanics of a song
That went so wrong
Singing our lives with it's false words
And in turn creating false worlds
We're living in a glossy dream
A postcard from an imaginary state-of-being
Instead of being where we are
Be it as it may, all flushed with fever...
But give me the fever
AND the famine
Over this souless regime!
I'd rather be faced with the derranged
I'd rather look the ugly beast in it's eye
And let my distaste
Become my palette for change
REAL
Change...
That which lies behind the Great Wall of the numb
And the dumb
Those glossy improvised culture clubs
And their good time drugs
In all their seductive disguises
Stop numbing it out!
The more you do
The more you better watch out…
Because you might just cry
You might just pout
You might just FEEL
When all this pressure underneath consumer society's lid
Decides to get REAL
Yeah you better watch out
And you better wake up
Because an independent Clause is coming to town
And it's shouting:
This industry is killing us
So it's time we fight back!
Monday, September 17, 2012
Something From Nothing.
Look for the unseen places
Listen for the spaces
The gaps in thought
Here you will discover
Hidden treasures
Newborn and unaffected
Sight
Sound
And energy
You never knew
You could tap into
Turn it on
It's a natural spring
The world promises a lot
But what you need is afloat within
When you check in
With yourself
Investing in life
Using your inherent wealth
Just be here and create
Navigate
Explore
And innovate
You are your own invention
Every day a chance
To hone and fine tune
To oil the creaks
And dance!
Listen for the spaces
The gaps in thought
Here you will discover
Hidden treasures
Newborn and unaffected
Sight
Sound
And energy
You never knew
You could tap into
Turn it on
It's a natural spring
The world promises a lot
But what you need is afloat within
When you check in
With yourself
Investing in life
Using your inherent wealth
Just be here and create
Navigate
Explore
And innovate
You are your own invention
Every day a chance
To hone and fine tune
To oil the creaks
And dance!
Friday, September 14, 2012
Quit.
Quit buying the drama and get love for free
Quit writing a tragedy and get a love story
Quit carrying the past and watch your love lighten up
Quit making excuses and watch your love take action
Quit parenting doubt and watch your love grow up
Quit your self
And surrender your heart
Again and again
Until your realise you never end
You only start
When you give up
That which is not essential.
Forever
A beginner
To this life.
Quit writing a tragedy and get a love story
Quit carrying the past and watch your love lighten up
Quit making excuses and watch your love take action
Quit parenting doubt and watch your love grow up
Quit your self
And surrender your heart
Again and again
Until your realise you never end
You only start
When you give up
That which is not essential.
Forever
A beginner
To this life.
Visions.
Relax.
Where is your lens positioned?
Is it fixed on possibility or despair?
Which view do you prefer?
I thought so.
Where is your lens positioned?
Is it fixed on possibility or despair?
Which view do you prefer?
I thought so.
I Curate.
Grounded
In the groundlessness
When I let go
Of all the holding on
What exactly am I resisting?
I am free
Inside the space of the now
To wade in the waters of possibility
Floating free
Free from the debri
Of expectations
And story lines
Breaking off
And trailing off
All around me
Superfluous driftwood
In this eternal space
Of the present moment
I am like a serpent
Shedding the skin of the 'should'
For the 'could'
The 'what if'
Stripped back
And playful
This space is readily available
To return to
Regardless of situation
And circumstance
You ALWAYS have the choice
To sit down
Or to get up and DANCE
This is your chance to move
To find your groove
To elevate
Push the button and accelerate
Feel the floors rising
And the noise in your mind dividing
Like curtains
To make way for the theater of your heart
Where it's beat takes center stage
To guide the rest of your play
It's pure art...
And it's yours to curate
In the gallery of your life
It's an exhibition of your truth
Now showing
So make sure you show up
Every day
With the authenticity and the beauty
Of what your heart has to say.
In the groundlessness
When I let go
Of all the holding on
What exactly am I resisting?
I am free
Inside the space of the now
To wade in the waters of possibility
Floating free
Free from the debri
Of expectations
And story lines
Breaking off
And trailing off
All around me
Superfluous driftwood
In this eternal space
Of the present moment
I am like a serpent
Shedding the skin of the 'should'
For the 'could'
The 'what if'
Stripped back
And playful
This space is readily available
To return to
Regardless of situation
And circumstance
You ALWAYS have the choice
To sit down
Or to get up and DANCE
This is your chance to move
To find your groove
To elevate
Push the button and accelerate
Feel the floors rising
And the noise in your mind dividing
Like curtains
To make way for the theater of your heart
Where it's beat takes center stage
To guide the rest of your play
It's pure art...
And it's yours to curate
In the gallery of your life
It's an exhibition of your truth
Now showing
So make sure you show up
Every day
With the authenticity and the beauty
Of what your heart has to say.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
A New Wave.
Drop the storyline
For this is the passing of the past
It's time to lay old wounds to rest
Set those victim sails to half mast
For it's already half past the time
For setting sail
On a new wave
I wave goodbye
To unconcious living
On a voyage to start applying
And giving
More of myself
To a greater good
A little piece, to help heal a universal neighborhood
Where I promise
To honour you
And therefore this planet
'Til death do us part
Surrendering to you
My newly opened heart
Open wide
And deep as any sea
Dive in, then climb aboard
And come sail with me
On a new wave
A new way to be
Where we quit playing the victims
To set ourselves free.
For this is the passing of the past
It's time to lay old wounds to rest
Set those victim sails to half mast
For it's already half past the time
For setting sail
On a new wave
I wave goodbye
To unconcious living
On a voyage to start applying
And giving
More of myself
To a greater good
A little piece, to help heal a universal neighborhood
Where I promise
To honour you
And therefore this planet
'Til death do us part
Surrendering to you
My newly opened heart
Open wide
And deep as any sea
Dive in, then climb aboard
And come sail with me
On a new wave
A new way to be
Where we quit playing the victims
To set ourselves free.
It's Yours To Experience.
Look around.
What you are experiencing is your choice...
Ask yourself:
What kind of energy is speaking with my voice?
Is it calm, peaceful?
Angry, joyful?
Desperate or resentful?
And what is it convincing you?
Is it believable?
Is it true?
Is it true of you?
Look inside.
Survey the area:
Your space is what you create
You can grow a garden
Or you can waste your energy
And leave your spirit half-baked...
The dough is yours to knead
Don't you wanna see it rising?
If you do
Check your temperature
The right kinda heat
The better...
Don't let yourself go cold
The sun is not in a box
So think outside it
...But from within
And then look around
Now...
What are you experiencing?
What you are experiencing is your choice...
Ask yourself:
What kind of energy is speaking with my voice?
Is it calm, peaceful?
Angry, joyful?
Desperate or resentful?
And what is it convincing you?
Is it believable?
Is it true?
Is it true of you?
Look inside.
Survey the area:
Your space is what you create
You can grow a garden
Or you can waste your energy
And leave your spirit half-baked...
The dough is yours to knead
Don't you wanna see it rising?
If you do
Check your temperature
The right kinda heat
The better...
Don't let yourself go cold
The sun is not in a box
So think outside it
...But from within
And then look around
Now...
What are you experiencing?
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