Twinkle to Wrinkle
Just a twinkle in the eye, like a star that lodged with intent of creating a new life. Such a twinkle led the way for wonderous experience of being born into this world. From the very first moment we breathe our first we are warriors. We survived the transition of one state of being into another.
Painful yet rewarding for the mother, we cannot recall our personal debut. Did we suffer pain by being ripped from such sweet existence? Nurtured as we grew into our physical form, safe within our mother’s being. Then after our first few breaths we feel the gentle, loving embrace within her arms as she holds us close, emotions running high. The bond. There for life. Just a little bundle of cuteness, eyes eager, brain processing. Speech not yet mastered but still we make our needs known.
The cycle of life, learning. At first empty canvass ready to be shaped. Then comes influence that paints its own design. Taught of our roles in life. Don’t ask questions, just do. Rewarded for behaving. Sneered at for being different and daring to possess your own thoughts. But how many of us carry ‘what ifs?’
Dare to dream. Dare to believe. No supper for you kiddo! Invisible chains, constant like the mechanisms of a giant machine. A factory designed to churn out workers, one after the other. 1984 is here, Frankenstein lives!
Sky shines down, sun blazes. Sunglasses on! Holiday by the sea, a juicy carrot for reward. Yes, be greatful, you’ve worked hard for this!
Dreams. Another dimension. Sweet, sweet sleep. When we wake ready for a new day of same are our eyes really open, I mean REALLY open?
Comfort zone. Mother’s arms. Canvass full now. Content?
Reflection – It’s a two way thing
It’s there staring back, the writing on the wall
That familiar reflection who’s eyes have seen it all
The face smiles back at her, the one she’s had for life
Lines etched by joy, compassion, hatred and strife.
A canvas of living, with fleshly bound desires
An image of trying for everything life requires
The hunger constantly drives her with urgent requisite
Eating up the time and savouring every bit.
Inside her mind hiding sits the inner child
And when life fights back she finds herself so riled
But the eyes they know that there is lots more to this
And for a moment, now and again, she finds her inner bliss.
Age is like a marker, the fingerprint of time
Like seasons of the year travelling towards her prime
And as the body changes because time is ticking on
She knows there’s something else and she’s not the only one.
Reflection – It’s a two way thing
It’s there staring back, the writing on the wall
That familiar reflection who’s eyes have seen it all
The face smiles back at her, the one she’s had for life
Lines etched by joy, compassion, hatred and strife.
A canvas of living, with fleshly bound desires
An image of trying for everything life requires
The hunger constantly drives her with urgent requisite
Eating up the time and savouring every bit.
Inside her mind hiding sits the inner child
And when life fights back she finds herself so riled
But the eyes know that there’s lots more to this
And for a moment, now and again, she finds her inner bliss.
Age is like a marker, the fingerprint of time
Like seasons of the year travelling towards her prime
And as the body changes because time is ticking on
She knows there’s something else and she’s not the only one.
Matrix
If this was the matrix, would you pull the cord?
Release yourself from the spider’s web, and get your just rewards?
Would you have the courage, to set your mind free?
And rather than an automaton you could truly be?
Your eyes would open from the sleep to see the world anew
But would you have the courage, to see this process through?
Would you stand tall and noble, loudly state your case
And see the world how it really is, an adventure for you to face?
No script, no pressure of being the best, just living life afresh
With time to think and realisation you’re no longer in the mesh
That binds you tightly to what is ‘normal’ putting pressure on your soul
Spreading wings of hope and freedom, feeling yourself become whole.
The further down the rabbit hole the harder it will get
The journey now is yours to take, no longer in stone it’s set
Seeing things as they really are can be a shock to some
But from the very first step take heart, because you’ve already won.
So would you have the courage to take that leap of trust?
Trust in yourself and what you want, eagerness like lust
For fulfilment, knowing, being and existing, tasting life entire
Fuelling your passion leading you on, stoking the eternal fire.
The choice is yours (it always has been) so what is it you will do
Two pills before you, take your pick, the red one or the blue?
The easy way is to stay asleep and carry on as before
But are you the type of character that will open up that door?
For you I cannot answer but I know which I would choose
Forever seeking knowledge, always looking for the clues
Life is life, for all of us it’s whatever you will make it
Live for the moment, here and now, every life is sacred.
Yesterday’s News
When that time comes and your yesterday’s news
When the person you loved has changed their views
And you’re no longer considered in high regard
In their heart,let me tell you… boy is it hard!
Years together whether perfect or not
You’re just so happy that you’ve got
Their love for the moment lifting you high
Trusting in love you’re learning to fly.
It’s like an extra being within your heart
Being ripped away as you fall apart
In their mind you no longer hold pride of place
Inside you feel broken but put a smile on your face.
You walked a world where two became one
It seems kinda different now that they’ve gone
Either you keep to yourself or you strut with a stride
Keeping your dignity, keeping your pride.
Now mark my words and mark them well
You may want to scream you may want to yell
But it comes to nothing at the end of the day
Their mind is made up and there’s nothing to say.
Now this is the hard bit where you bite your tongue
Don’t cave in to the feeling that you’ve been done wrong
Whether you have or whether that’s not really true
The person that matters now…is you!
It’s the dance of life, emotion and learning
You have to contend with that deep seated yearning
Yes, mourn for their presence, own that feeling
Like being smacked in the face you feel yourself reeling.
Then come the ‘what ifs’ and searching for reasons
But love can change quickly just like the seasons
Don’t beat yourself up over what has passed
Just remember some things were never meant to last.
One thing is certain in time you will know
A happier experience where you can grow
Into the person you are meant to be
Away from the heartbreak that’s set you free.
Porcelain
Eyes open, child screams, gulp of air, start of dreams
Sun is shining, world is cold, searching for someone, someone to hold
Who understands, who will know, who’s to be trusted never to go
Porcelain heart, so easily broken, passion hidden, now awoken.
Take the ticket, pay the price, place the odds, now roll the dice
Sleight of hand, twist of fate, porecelain heart it cannot wait
Every pulse, every beat, life is sugar that tastes so sweet
Feel the rush, enjoy the ride, until all inside has quietly died.
Citizen Spy
The people going mental, Mother Nature takes a sigh
Where has all the honour gone? The ability to care?
What price liberty? Say hello to Citizen Spy
That voyeuristic camera that shows that you were there.
Yes, there are elements that need the allseeing eye
But the majority of people strive to live and love
Do the weekly shopping and for the jobs they vie
Whilst the net of politics tangles the pure white dove.
The pure white dove a collective of ordinary people
Going about their business earning money to live
Whilst the higher power worship at the money steeple
Taking what they fancy but harldy willing to give.
The minority of bad apples, care for no one but themselves
And that has led to the world we live where people feel insecure
A world of “I want” “I want it now” as in avarice they delve
We NEED to change, we need to feel, and open up that door.
That door of love and caring, leaving jealousies aside
That door of understanding, knowing that we are all ‘one’
Where people knew their neighbours and smiled with heartfelt pride
And anxiety didn’t hold us back and we knew how to have fun.
I have so much to write and say but I shall leave it here
For now my soul is aching as I sit and ponder so
Religion aside, think a bit, on those you hold so dear
Believe that you can bring a change and to tyrany say no.
Being
We are blessed with emotion, though it’s sometimes a curse
We can feel love, joy and happiness and smile deep within
We also feel sadness, longing, pain, and things worse
We can look back fondly on places we’ve been.
Sometimes we wallow in dark times before
Make mistakes aplenty and pay the price
But that strength got you through expecting more
As each new beginning is a roll of the dice.
We are here to live life, adventures anew
Bad times and good times we all have a share
But believe in yourself, it’s you that pulls through
Through tears and disbelieving, yes, you’re still there.
Don’t think of tomorrow or what has now gone
Live for the present with freshly opened eyes
A bright shining light, yes, you also are one
A sparkle of uniqueness and eternally wise.
Sheeple
I’ll never be a sheeple no matter what you say
Eventually I will get a job and work from day to day
My wage will be forthcoming after doing the best I can
But never will I ever truly conform to please the ‘man’.
My money earned with brain and brawn like a robot I will do
As much as what is required of me until the day is through
Then get my coat and catch the bus and make my way back home
And enjoy a bath of smelly stuff with bubbles and frothy foam.
Out of work my time will be so precious and all my own
A bit of banter with some friends and a chat upon the phone
Relaxing nicely eating tea and doing what I like
And maybe getting exercise by riding on my bike.
But my mind will not be tethered by the normal every day
On flights of fancy off I’ll go and brush my cares away
Yes my physical time might be paid for but I’ll think outside the box
And that will never ever change for my imagination there are no locks.
No, I’ll never be a sheeple, in the true sense of the word
I was born original and not a part of the herd
For in this ratrace running round no time to see what’s there
I’ll be the one standing out from the crowd with a certain ditsy flair.
Of Life
Ah sweet life, oh what a tune
To dance to the rhythm of the drums
Today then tomorrow comes all too soon
Embracing with zest, life as it comes.
Friends we greet, spending hours… maybe years
Nurturing the friendship and reaping rewards
Through laughter, joy, and yes, sometimes tears
We welcome the future as it comes towards…
Our family, our kin, the ones in our life
We grow from their influence, as they do with ours
A mixture of passion, love, also strife
The wild, untamed garden, with us as it’s flowers.
With age comes wisdom, or so it is told
With youth is the vigor for adventures anew
Hold onto your heart, don’t let it grow old
Listen to your inner child as it whispers to you.
Breathe the air, of nature, with fervour
Smell the blooms, so beautifully rife
Use your eyes to look even further
Taste the bittersweet essence of life.
All Fall Down
Hustle and bustle, living and dying
Ratrace is calling as people are trying
Living to work to earn a crust
Working to live their guts they bust.
Trample the earth, make way for the new
Populus growing each baby born through
Resources dwindle, supply and demand
As Mother Earth suffers by man’s greedy hand.
Then came the time, enough was enough
When man endured good but also the rough
The elements screamed you will listen now
And man’s ego finally took a bow.
The skies aglow a deep eerie red
Mother Earth’s anger easily fed
Man lay dying on that fateful date
Two words for history…’Too Late‘
Dalliance in the Night 
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