Our father we’ve been trying to find you in heaven, but so far we’ve had no luck waiting for
the cloud on the left till it passes by, but nothing happened. I got my brother to shout but you took no notice. He said to me “you must be seeing things and by the way say hello I’ve been dying to meet him, why did it take so long Amen.”
New to the Garden
New to the garden here is the cat in your Disney moment, sitting calmly he approaches, he doesn’t talk but the eyes are doing a good job. Shall I be nice to you today I shall soon find out. Well an answer short and not so sweet came along he put his paws around my leg demanding that I shouldn’t move without speech. A cats idea of control at a glance well I can’t do that I’d be powerful if I could sigh to the wilderness.
The Swallows Defender
I am the swallows defender for the cat is around sitting sprawled upon the ground eyeing the solitary swallow. The birdie frets to be back in the nest where chicks wait, the swallow sits upon an old electrical wire and stares me out, I say hello there’s not a lot I can do. Meanwhile the cat waits but alas in vain no chicks falling today. However a plate full of dry food comes along happy kitty, the swallow thanks me with a wink, or is it my can of Eight Ace cider that causes me to see birds speaking.
Did you know the Auras have a code of practice I walk along it seems unfriendly, the Aura it bothers me? So I wonder why, face after face passes me place after place a scowl of disapproval so this is the world now. So how do I survive I was told a way by an unknown master I cannot reveal he said “my son doesn’t look, keep walking, keep straight, and don’t pick up or take in the Aura of others and you will be fine and yes you will heal transmit your blessing to all who pass you, and you will be blessed.
The Breed
This is the year, the breed, the beards, the muscles all over the place the hypermasculine, expand and steroid terror moves in disturbed minds raging through violent England. Women are now like men and more than nasty. Peace is now a period of a dispute the resolution often death, when the beards are shaved off the peace will once again come and change will arrive. Pass me the jungle juice I am on the weights, oh did I not tell you I am one of them.
I Am A Spirit
I’m a spirit on day release, I thought I’d tell you this. I’ll tap you on the shoulder to let you know. I’ll squeeze your wrist I’ll touch your brow I’ll turn a cloud to blow on your cheek, I’ll stay awhile and then kiss your cheek to tell you I love you and then I will go followed by the most haunting wind you’ve ever heard. Whoosh it is I, there and gone. Yet strangely here trapped in my world and yours.
The Harvest
The harvest will come I know of that, the dictators are surrounded now their days are done, trust me. I know of this, the evil will break, the evil will drown, and an echo of laughter and happiness will be heard around the world. The vibration will be long until the bad has gone trust me I know. A day like never before will dawn the sun is for everyone love will be felt everywhere, my ears are different and soon you’ll know why soon you will know because I know that change will be forever.
Distorted
Were we ever our brother’s keeper look at us now tightly packed but with all the space in the world, no it’s territorial the mind of distorted humans going higher, or is it down and down to Hades. Seems like control but it is high and you might fall man is not a bird. Where are the minds when your garden is dead but a long way down, where there is no sense, there is no feeling and all that followed is nowhere fighting and killing government is down am I really my brother’s keeper too busy fighting to survive? God is on the back burner ready to explode now that’s atomic.
God morning to you, yes God morning not good morning, I think he is responsible for this day that is a given a day and a date to boot. My number is somewhere, anywhere, I am trying to find it. I hope I’m not on the list for the plan God says it is not convenient to ask anything of him today as he is getting the new people ready he’s fed up with us now we are too violent he whispered in my ear.
Always
Always gain a new perspective, it might save the day, look to the skies in different ways. It is always new, it is always refreshing. Look for virgin landscapes where nothing sits upon the hill that is above us, we are below I can’t be a bird but my imagination is high. The outer limits where new dawn waits and hopes stay alive, pass the Yanga juice I need it.
An Ode To The Southport Marine Lake.
I am in a small Gondola my hands paddle me along I listen to the echo’s in the void I go slowly to the center of the marine lake an entrance reveals I am entering the next world who will greet me. Ahhh even god can wait, as I crack open my seventh tinny…lunchtime o bozzle that is the way. But hark the lake pulls me like a monster, I have fallen from my boating steed…
Welcome to neutral peace land in a timeframe of my own lunch hour, I sit, and for the first time in a long time I rest, I hear birds I think joy, and in the gap there is silence but for the cooing of pigeons making their box tidy, oh busy birdie, one will pop outside to look up at this bird, my feathered friend acknowledges me, I believe that is a miracle. We have common ground me and birdie, he drinks pints you know…
Open The Mind
Open the mind let the universe in, like a river that flows. It made you and sent you forward upon evolutions way. From day to day we changed but albeit slowly, fashioned to the state we are in now. Tell me what state will we be in soon I know not. Yet be still and know that you are God.
The Gum of the Past
Everything we’ve ever done leaves its mark, looking back where was that fingerprint, ah, is it still there half a century old now. A bit lonely as millions of others are. So I went on a mission to save it, bring it home and frame it from my grey Aunt’s stair rail, with the dried chewing gum in the gap. I had to ask the new owner as the fact is I never inherited the house. Split three ways. With a thousand in cash for someone’s dog never mind, I’ll have the fingerprint back though. Oh, I wonder if the gum still chews…and Uncle Cyril is on the phone, that cash it looks like the ink is smudging on the notes !!!!
Time
Time to end the brutality of the times. Not that we have ever defeated it, survives all time of history, the capacity to be cruel and dominating what exactly did our so-called God create yes, the fauna and playground breeding grounds for the hordes. Why can’t we go to the paradise of a kind island? The language of the shadows where prowlers live among the curious lower kingdoms secretly the monthly change of lunar activity sees shadow bolting from holes to who knows where and tapping you upon the shoulder and in low breath warning it’s time.
Please enjoy our epic bumper posting of poems from the Warrior of Poetry legend in his own lunch hour.
When Words
When words are not enough the silence will do, who started this control business I ask, as much noise now. Bad things happen in the terra confusion, the accent on control. But it’s safe, it stays in my dark book of life I have visions and it comes out, the truth that is. That we are nothing and the plethora of words has made it all worse. I know those on earth that talk with a glance only so words are not wasted you saw them in the pub you know. They are not human.
I Rose High
I rose upon high to shake the clouds, I shook them a lot. I started another great flood, the waters rose the people panicked this was larger than war for this was change. Who am I for I am the great initiator no longer in the shadows my work is before you? I need not write for you can see well enough that revenge upon the bad deeds of an unknowing feckless man was his undoing, a smooth undulating surface was all that was left upon the earth and now for whoever can hear is the last living planet alas now gone was anyone saved I know not, but there are some faint voices including my own echoing across time.
Oh & The Last Sandwich.
Oh, when I was young there were places I was told never to go one was down a narrow track to where a large family lives, an isolated family from Eastern Europe. I recall settling after World War Two. There were many members of this family, I’d made my way to see my friend named Johnny I was not best dressed but that didn’t matter I needed a friend. Strong aromas emanated further down the track where the family rented a dilapidated old cottage owned by a feudal landlord, my friend asked me would I like a cheese sandwich the fool as I was and the horrible voice of my vain social-climbing mother was heard in my head, “oh don’t mix with those down the lane they are rough.” She would say, an idiot and nieve were I I then realized I had eaten the last cheese sandwich, it was an issue, I lost a friend and for the rest of my life, I remember Johnny and I wonder what happened to him. My hand had grabbed but did not ask, for that last sandwich, that was taboo, that was too much for Johnny.
L.O.V.E
L.O.V.E Love. Orbit Validation Entity all around us, it abounds, it is discreet but so much needed, we are searching but can anyone find the genuine hand to lead us to the divine light that all should bath in. Till saturated and absorbed to learn of divinity within gentle light,
In The Darkest Places
In the darkest places, summertime runs in your head, running in abandon, upon meadow after meadow jumping broken five bar gates along the way. Birdsong forever and trees tuned to the breeze this is all when we are down and worried. Let the sunrise, let us all heal and live with greater love in our troubled minds. When all around you is gone do not give your jewel away it is your passport to your next live stream and cosmic intelligence lodged within your mind and when the world ends you can bring it to the forefront of your mind, bring yourself to the gates of heaven it is your greatest earthly defence system it is the shining glory, it is your Pineal gland, your transfer to the eternal triumph.
The Dawn
The dawn of mind emanation control a world where speech is an irrelevance but a glance it will be and that is all the eyes of people will talk silence, all emotions will be dimmed to merely function all will be all the art of conversation will be gone totalitarian control is all, the plantings had begun.
The time it is limited we’ve saturated earth and used her bounty. The belief for the human to conquer that is now an absurdity, as nature takes over a deserted once human-occupied dwelling that is real invasive power, we breed without thought and we are all rivals. Tomorrow all will have to look up to it is the only chance there will be an opening above a giant portal a giant craft will descend surrounded in white energy the true day begins and by the end of an earth day only the gentlest of peacemakers were left and the earth would rest for a million years.
The Happy Reset
The happy reset it had to be, we couldn’t go on as unhappy we see no talking, no laughter, we should start with a smile then we should expand to banter and onwards. Forget the demonic appearance and regain clarity of innocence we may not like one another but spare just one day and try.
Before The Doves Fly
I would like to share some hope if Anyone can find some before the doves fly on their holy mission for peace. I think there are two of them in immaculate white. You will know of them as the shining white light that surrounds them is beyond me, and so it is meant to be. We retire behind this so we can observe the work of the white doves sent by the almighty. we never know if we cannot create peace for at least an eternity that of course is our wish, so shall it be as the wings flap and never falter till divinity is done.
Hows Your Cloud
How’s your cloud can I come over I need to get away on this day I’m weightless now I’m coming to visit you, I knew you would be there hidden from all in temporary heaven where some will wait. I look up at this moment a very white cloud is parting. I feel clean for this is pure, upon a cloud is where I found you and no-one has forgotten you, “hello gran.” say I, we are floating in heaven upon the clouds. peace, peace at last.
I Don’t Know
The thing with many minds you’ll never know how it’s fashioned I don’t know it commands under the winds of divine influence it knows not of you of evil well it’s stirring the billions as we were products of the will our time on earth is a finite matter we suffer not many are free to be we are told we are the creations of a God but that story is running thin.
The Room
The room eerily puzzling held great promise for those hoping for a cure firstly the scent, then serenity far away from any Madding Crowd the touch was rewarding, the touch vibration was all there was, and pulsing to the whole body was how this began happening I’m just guessing the touch must be that of the interplanetary divine, I must follow, I must seek.
Our Warrior of Poetry Ian, is assembling his new book with illustration, and you can catch Poetry Corner with the poems at 8.30pm every Wednesday on the Shindig Show at www.mightyradio.co.uk 107.9 FM in the Southport, Preston area. Poems of a Working Class Hero, the forthcoming book, stay tuned.
Life
Life, be joyous at this moment, at this time I found speech in the heavens, like a wise bird upon an illusionary branch. I sang of the joy, of being able to wake up and live another day. For this joy I made my mission and flew around in exaltation of the benevolences of the others. I never met those unseen that gave me life so I could sing my songs in praise of An Almighty.
Starman
I am Starman engulfed in purple magnificence resplendent to all in the space of spaces inner space in my mind I’m on it in it, legend in my own lunch hour, living it. The oval enclosure that is my craft, my space ship, my protector, my inner harmony, the divine creator I have evolved from Elton John & Rocket Man, I am now Starman. Play.
No Account
Taking no account of the time it flew by it was as if this was on purpose as it created a blur of confusion it was if I had imagined clocks spinning furiously towards control this seemed to be fast enough to make a blur the plot was thickening too many wars too many dying of bullets or virus the target for the thinning had begun as the Buddhist said to the earth we go the dust had hardly settled when a whirring began descending over chaos science fiction came real to kill or save we would find out invasion of the outers had begun with gold spheres leading the way.
Land of Pedigree Chums
England and the land of the pedigree chums but the gentry are catching up, refinements and acquisitions are all the vogue, and the accent is getting a touch affected each carries opinions of miniature dictator the problems are effected by the touch of a button the A Listers rule, and whose doing what to who and whosoever no-one cares. Its a pity your expensive car on four wheels represents you, but I have a secret, the old man goes by on the old bike guess what that was royalty going by because he has thirty grand in the loft, and I am scaling the loft ladder, when in Rome, reader, when in Rome.
How Tiny
How tiny we all are non of us were born in the sky no angel did we hang from no divine mother’s with open arm arms held us up there in a Theosophy sky panorama so why do we reach when we inevitably fall the earth owns us and consumes our all the wind gathers our collective dusts of death and relocates us grown again by rain on earth and the many facets of benevolent sun and wars say all about our lack of development that Wain’s by the day.
Don’t Pick Up
Don’t pick up dark energies from humans don’t look them in the eyes walk on keep happy with optimism inside all the waking time if you can you will sense a kindred spirit upon your track when you meet them and that is worth all dark looks and vaccous comment as the dark ones walk their nothings perfect but this may help
Retracing
Retracing the faultlines for the sacred state just so much is needed for our lives would be pointless if we couldn’t put things right ,so many sins so many disaters so pointless our lives become if we cannot mend part of turbulent history in disturbed lives despair occurs never to be Godlike and white pure but maybe the harmony and healing of the violet flame to bath in.
