Millennia a babe in arms
evolution at an amoebic level -
slow distorted violent and raw.
Singular probe spreads testing,
tasting on microscopic scale.
Judgement with-held: findings
are not emotively based.
Here Science rules the answer
Empirical decree through
observation: resulting now
with this Primordial Inquiry -
How can we sustain a
disposable society when we reside
 in an Indisposable world?
Hindsight comes at a price:
Here is our debt to pay....

"Serenity" June 2009

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Defiantly she raised her head

and spoke to an empty room

"I am not a Nobody! Like you lead 

me to believe". Silently the room

stared back, absent of rebuttal.

Yet memories still burned inside-

playing on a show-reel in her mind,

these the reminders of darker times.

Blinking away the scene she

spoke this time with conviction: "I

 am NOT a Nobody! My life is Full

with meaning!". Echoing her words

bounced from wall, floor to ceiling.. 

Resonating with this Inner truth

empowered by words from deep within,

at last the souls voice had been heard, 

for now she spoke her truth with

conviction, heart and feeling!!

 

~Serenity~ 

(25/08/07)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Flying high in blackened clouds,

thunder rumbles in the distance,

heralding a new order.

From the ashes new life reborn,

as the pheonix of my soul, flies

defiant, on the winds of change.

Balance restored the journey

continues, forever forward...

~Serenity~

 

 

Out Yonder 

 

 

Why does that fire burn so?

Is it fuelled by envy or by fear?

Pause, take stock and accept

answers that come to thee:

then with acknowledgement 

comes forward motion, no matter

how small any movement forward

trumps stagnation or regression...

 

 

 

Surreal is this looking glass

fragmented reflections of former self

ripple in the distance.

Thunder sounds as

schizophrenic reason echoes

your personal treason.

Dont go on making excuses

rationalising why you've grown reclusive:

They have seen the fragments

puzzled over the pieces

then turned and walked away.

 

~Serenity~

 

 

 

 

Sitting on the outside, the observer patiently waits

A flurry of activity is muted through closed doors;

Red button the only link to the other side: where

dull eyes betray symapthic faces.  Words fall

from the tongue, scripted and rehearsed many times

Grief is not unique to these walls, seeping down the halls

thick and opressive it slows you as you walk, and

settles on your shoulders, this its heavy cloak of despair.

 So here i sit waiting, with grief a gloomy companion on one side
and hope strong and steadfast to my right.

 

~Serenity~

 

 

 

Gazing upward into twinkling velvet sleepy sky,

crackling bonfire dances, warding away

dewy chill that settles on lush green ground.

This mental snapshot is forged for eternal

safe keeping.  It shall be cherished and

 remembered always, for it was in that moment:

 with You at my side i realised at last i had

come home.  A true heart resonates and sings

in harmony with the Soul.  This ballad is the first

 i have heard and sung with synchronicity.

Past and present merge and open the gateway

to the future: content, happy and at peace,

 i walk by your side.

 

 

~Serenity~ 

 

 

 

 

Standing in the queue

patiently waiting for front of the line

Clock in hand, eager to query time.

It seems to be broken or faulty you see,

for time has sped up exponentially.

I placed faulty device upon counter top

ready to question the owner of this

great Shop.  Twas twelve months ago

Saint Nick did appear, but why

Mr Time Keeper does it not seem a year?

Birthdays have passed with alarming

speed, merging one to the next, i ask

how could this be? He paused for

a moment then sighed outwardly,

Looking down from his spot in this the

 great shop.  He spoke very slowly

each word loud and clear, "It is not the

fault of the clock here my dear.

Time is a gift given to one and to all,

so precious its neither too large nor

 too small. So you see here my dear

it is not for me the Time-Keeper to say,

how time should be used each and

 every day.  All i can offer to you is this

 word of advice: Live in the moment,

the here and the now. Time is a gift:

 It is yours, you must own it!". At that

very moment all clocks they did chime,

 for this was the TimeKeepers Chorus of time. 

Smiling with understanding i did stop

 thanked him profusely then left His great shop.

 

 

~Serenity~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

Song: Mahk Jchi - By Robbie Robertson

You Tube Video posted byAccabadora

On the wings of an Eagle

and at the side of Kings

yours is a path

destined for great things!

Guided by light, and

a compass within.

Gift of compassion

radiates out to

those in great need,

Given with love

unconditionally.

Yours is a life

predestined, With

 a warriors spirit

and gentle soul:

Fly with the Eagles

and Walk with

the Kings-

You are living

your Life-

Your soul's destiny!

 

~Serenity~

 

 

Words are lost in convoluted

grey matter, apathy sets in:

The search party's abandoned

after all who cares where

mislaid alphabetic codes

choose to hide.

 

~Serenity~

 

 

 

Wearily i sit, contemplation

my only companion.  Lifes

roadmap lies in the palm

of my hand, the way from

here is forward: Consulting

the map one last time, i stare

down at my palm and the

future looks back at me.

 

~Serenity~

 

 

 

 

The words arrived in picture form

and soon flowed onto paper.

Alphabetic truths of times long past, 

some reaching far, to distant future.

Through the words you did appear,

silent prayers were heard and answered.

 Friendship forged, a bond so strong:

Everlasting in its nature.

An eagle flying upon heavenly winds

messages filled with love and hope.

Guided by shining star on distant

shores with wreath of blood red roses.

Bathed in unconditional love, a child of

white light. Gifted words of truth the 

dormant soul at last it was awakened!!

 

~Serenity~

 

 

 

 

Playfully the sea breeze tickles,

up-turned face in the warm spring sun,

and the weariness of winter recedes.

Salty air purifies and rejuvenates-

meditation on sandy shore vanquishes

the parasitic emotions of times long past

Freedom at last! Flying high with

the squadron of seabirds, carried

on the air currents of the sea with

careless abandon: Happiness is here

in this moment, finally

peace flows throughout me!

 

~Serenity~

Convoluted imagery:tangled pictures

lay forlorn, like fallen soldiers

Hopeless and lost after a day

of confusing revelations, all

sparkle is gone,the only remains-

 the colour-blind rainbow:

depressing archway of

grey upon grey, reaches out

tainting all it touches. No

colour remains, it drained away

when you departed, leaving

nothing but the cold chill of

despair.

 

~Serenity~

Seasons have come and gone

another year has passed, with

quiet contemplation the Libran

reflects with gratitude how

the winds of change blew

her way, carrying on them

many great friends.

 

~Serenity~