At times I feel it That repetitive same of we hate you

Sometimes I feel the heaviness of the world

From gazes from silence from spoken word

And I have to wonder and ask my self why

Could I not be like the others with blind open

Eyes not seeing the hurt or feeling the pain

Not wanting to feel to be just normal again

Sometimes I feel the heaviness of the world

And I have to ask have I been blessed or am

I cursed for such are the things that the mind

Does bring to one in consideration and anticipation

Of the ways of my fellow beings

Sometimes I feel the heaviness of the world

And I am overcome with the weight of it all

No longer able to stand no longer tall in my

Capabilities for at such times my sanity does

Abandon me to this life of seclusion without

Listening ear amongst deliberate confusion

Of all that there seems to be here

Sometimes I feel the heaviness of the world

And would give in fade out disappear from

This world without a trace of my having been

Without knowledge of those things that I have

Seen but even death does avoid me not giving

Me the strength to destroy me and make it like

I never was

Sometimes I feel the heaviness of the world

And know that I am alone in this place that

One can not call home for it is not where the

Heart is but more like that place were deception

Was started with a view to my destruction

Lies deceit come to full mutation in the guise

Of those meant to help but instead they poke

And make me yep from the injuries to my mind

Sometimes I feel the heaviness of the world

And know that I am not part of this held as I

Am mere alone and captive to this degradation

Built in are notions and means for frustration

For some this is only a game but for me it is

That repetitive same of we hate you

A while to smell the roses beneath you

Stolen was my heart while my mouth

And mind were open did not I see but

Not recognise within that which was seeking

For my downfall to bring to an early beginning

Where was my armour in the glow of your

Smile that confused me and made me stop

A while to smell the roses beneath you

Of contentment and neglect

Echo’s of the trees dreaming
As the wind rustles the branches
Causing the leaves to tremble in
That distant land of dreams in which
Lost reality of darkness now as it brings
An end to a day’s endurance and those
Questions begin to rest their weary
Minds in the darkness of the corners
Which light somehow does not find
Even in the brightest of summer days
And again the church bells play out a
Chorus for no apparent reason than the
Liking of the sound as to the echoes of an
Era gone by where man’s heart and mind
Were captured by a spirituality that somehow
No longer do we find it consoling of the death
From deep within and again troubled times
Are behind us and we take that breath
Of contentment and neglect

replaced with uncertainty

can you feel it life
has changed less is
the time for fun and
games for the eyes
are seeing clearly now
and not sure when if or
somehow things will never
be the same

can you feel it life
is here taken now
replaced with uncertainty
and fear are the dreams
of yesterday forgotten
are the fights and the
scars now faded in the
sunlight of deception are
we no longer walking
asleep

can not see from within

To have the self defined
can only be in the eyes of
another

To have the self defined
will always be that chance
to discover that which we
can not see from within

To have the self defined
is to close the door of
progression for it is thus
that we limit the mind
to all that can possibly
be

is the self….

reading the words of another
that attempt to define and
possibly discover that which
is the self….

of itself…

Vengeance has no master for
it is the consumer of all things
that are man but justice has
a hold upon that which motivates
the hearts and minds of few
to the point of sacrifice and
in so doing brings about that
which is whole in understanding
of itself…

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looking for what which is you

Looking for that which is
within the minds eye lost
in the sight of realities glare
seeking a way forward when
all steps are those of restriction

looking for that which is
not there to be found for
by it’s definition its limitations
appear as shadows to the
physical reality of it all

looking for what which is
you

and to the heart ache only brings

Distant echo’s of the past
claims upon the future and
things that last
changed imagination comes
into play maybe not tomorrow
and maybe not today

Distant echo’s of the past
holding on tightly for those
things do move fast that
bring about change how
strangely we view them
while all remains the same

Distant echo’s of the past
did we not do this before
was this not the last dance
oh how the music does play
swaying us this and thata way
dance little lady dance for
me for do you not know I’m
blind and do not see those sways
of attraction am not inspired
by physical abstraction for such
are the things that only for a while
that sunshine will bring for

Distant echo’s of the past
have there hold upon so many
a thing to bring about deception
and to the heart ache only brings

Why is it that you do not see

If I made you my only other
what is the chance that I would
discover the true meaning of
the you would you show me
or hide that which in side makes
you all that you are would it be
a slow journey with don’t know
and but maybe I’ll reach the goal
that is true

If I made you my only other

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Why is it that you do not see
the demons that past me the
demons that be all over the earth
on other considerations it may
be a curse that I do know them
for they can not hide as mine minds
eye does show them to be all
that they are

Why is it that you do not see
do you close your mind do you
not want it to be all that it truly
is for to see them once must know
of the bliss of detachment not
doing their work unaware or being
the reason why others lose care
of the mind

Why is it that you do not see

sin lost in the darkness of day

Steeples towers clocks and flowers
so many of them built to last
parapets defences gargoyles that
are defensive menacingly offensive
to those that know of the spoils of
war for religion and more are mere
tools of the trade for some to gather
up souls and capture them whole
leaving no option than to get up and
run or give in and become that like
sin lost in the darkness of day

In the distance

In the distance
I see you looking at me
In the distance
I feel you wanting to be free
In the distance
I hear you calling to me
In the distance
Is that not to where you did flee
In the distance

I’m waiting for that train
to come to carry me to
that place to far to run to
on mine own

I’m waiting for that train
I think my friends on there
for they have finished their
roaming of life and are heading
home now had enough of the
strife and poverty of the soul

I’m waiting for that train
for it’s going to that place
where all things become
whole in their own right
that place where darkness
is as light for nothing is
unseen

I’m waiting for that train

So now I’m jumping for clouds

I lost my way chasing rainbows
Fell a few times along the way
Climbed over hedges and fell in
To ditches got a little dirty got
A little wet didn’t get to the end
But the people I met along the
Way some are still with me today
I lost my way chasing rainbows
So now I’m jumping for clouds

Is finally home

Do my eyes they deceive me
For my heart whont believe
Me when I tell it to leave
My mind alone for distance
May pass but to no place
Be last that resting place
A home of the kind where
Peace they can find from the
Pearcingly moan and groan
Of all differing kinds to windge
And whine sambo will you
Not go home oh how harsh
They seem vile and unclean
Do they not even respect their
Own for my family tree traces
Back to thee after Scotland
Ireland Jamaica the blood did
Roam look closely you’ll see
That deep within me your blood
Is finally home

part

Where is my religion when was
it decided who made the decision
that it should not be a way of life
the meaning for me to call such things
my home to changed that mansion
and now call it a home where the
mind and body do rest but where
the soul is put to the test of all things
that could be

Where is my religion when was
where did it go who took this from
me this promise of everlasting life
that reason to be whole that other
called wife and family where did
they go why did I not see the coming
of the night

Where is my religion when was
it is that shadow became light and
all that is done in the dark is now
just parcel and part of this we call
normality I not happy with what I
feel nor see

Where is my religion I have to ask
for that faith I don’t see in this every
day life of which death be such a big
part

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