I stand on the back step sharp bite of winter morn peppering my bare arms as the lorry drives away and my mind judders in a convoluted, writhing sphere of endless nightmare and soporific betrayal
foggy shadows swirl through the distance reminiscent of hot summer days spent playing hide and seek ringing bells of leaden loss
I was on the beach that day
in that reverie of meandering youth endless fun and laughter suddenly shattered with a reality of the now reeling me back in electric jolt seizing hard with a grim truth of
lost, mislaid, vanished a cacophony of disorientation like a ship adrift on a beguiling ocean tossed and hurled, willy nilly sentenced to wander seeking the safe haven of family or friends, lovers or enemies oblivious to any distinction
here again, the wrong end of the day. the world suddenly slides into an over-night bag, soundproofed against the perils of darkness, seeking the soothing rejuvenation of sleep. and the faint edge of night life glimmers creeping in and over and up seizing and warping the very bones of comforts laid in store from attachments and dalliances premature hopes and untimely liaisons smashing dreams into a thousand pieces of will she won’t she can I can’t I jigsawing the realities into one socially acceptable peace
through a night and a day the earthship thunders on, tides turning like corkscrews, glaciers twisting and grinding massive forces gently tapping
was that the door again? some dark and noble being offering salvation or cheap energy seeking .... donations offering .... enlightenment to the latest cause
continents, which come together in a glorious techni-color of quakes and eruptions and still the earthship forges on single-mindedly
why on earth is gilligans island on t.v?
as if on a preset target glad I bought that blue shirt an enormous pinball machine spilled wine on the other she took it off me, and breathed in set in motion with the inevitability a smile on her lips of random chaos tracing a nail amongst the ravages of nature performing a dance around the stars of another world in the right place at one happy insanity simply to be glimpses of sanity
when one comes to an acceptance at last of the past and to its glorious successes hidden within the angst of making failures of hanging banners of rollin out the barrel of misconceived enlightenment then one can bathe in the glow of here and now.
when one casts aside speculation on the future illumination of the past the possibilities of miserable failures rejections and downfalls then one can perceive the sense of being , see, hear, taste, touch and feel the real surrender and victory
innate resistance to the waves of life delivers us to a place unfettered by shackles of society with it's defensive perceptions and we find our previous distasteful conditions are allayed.
You're right of course and there are lots of attrocious happenings in the world . Take the ongoing catastrophe which is centred in Zimbabwe or the wars being waged across the globe. Greed seems to figure widely in many many events.
As Bill Hicks commented, if we took the money spent on waging wars ( ie profit to the incrowd) and spent it on food for the starving and water for the dying etc we could clear the world of those problems .....
Today, over 26,500 children died around the world Author and Page informationSkip this section and go straight to the main content by Anup ShahThis Page Last Updated Thursday, January 31, 2008 This page:
Around the world, some 26,500 children die every day.
That is equivalent to:
1 child dying every 3 seconds 18 children dying every minute A 2004 Asian Tsunami occurring every week An Iraq-scale death toll every 15–36 days Almost 10 million children dying every year Some 60 million children dying between 2000 and 2006 The silent killers are poverty, hunger, easily preventable diseases and illnesses, and other related causes. In spite of the scale of this daily/ongoing catastrophe, it rarely manages to achieve, much less sustain, prime-time, headline coverage.
life, and poetry, often pass us by, but if you like I can push you a little on the merry go round and wave as you revisit where youve been but not seen
I sense my feet firmly on earth watch the stars crawl through the air inexorably pulling in a dawn, and crumble as what appears is not a new day but the realisation
we are the sun the moon the universe, and they are but an ill usion.
I know what it feels like to feel a warm gentle breeze grazing my skin sunlight nibbling the anxieties from my mind cradling me softly in its golden arms
I’ve been there when a tender new born spirit wraps its tendrils around proud hearts and eases tears of incredulous joy across beaming faces
I have breathed deep of pine filled forests as I gazed on the majesty of meandering snow slopes adorned with plumes of rugged rock
I have rejoiced with the heroes of the hour as laughter and pride shone like a slick rain soaked square as the sun pierces the clouds justice done karma repaid
I have felt the pain of unrequited love gnawing beast-like as it strips the bark of sanity from the heart inveigling its way into waking dreams
and now I feel a sharp torment of a love spanning worlds burning deeply as if just two doors down powerless to act longing to ease yet happy that you touch my life
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strange magic
strange magicshades of passion
skim the surface
of lurid imagination
stretched tight like a drum
shimmering vibrations
undulating through
visions of reality
and jig-sawed humanity
in a slow ...
steady ...
acceptance of
misdeeds and miscalculations
we travel down a winding path
soft heather tinged with nettles
warmth of the rising sun
caressing our bodies
and the floodgates are open
plummeting down the slopes
taking flight on hot breath
reaching into a strange magic
of scintillating loss of self
screaming anguish
and bounded release
of minds melding