Pouring Libation

At the front line, where backs are   
Firmly stack against walls, that hot  
Transmitting the burning coals of larva 


From the bosom of dejected dissolution  
Deep beneath the heart's crust knocking 
With increased temperature, in temperament  


Of  the heat, in trepidation gushing up 
As time passes by, like street lights so fast 
Distancing, one from dreams with stretch  


With age count, adding burden of  guilt on lost hope
Like the gas filled cylinder left out cold 
Awaiting sparks, just a single spark, for its day 


To burn, combust, with might  in the light 
Showing its glory, showing its all
As given to proclaim as destiny to be 


Yet slowly, increasingly, widening  
This hatch, hole of opening enigma, 
Escapes hope, from an opening 


Sucks out, leaks and dilute with air 
The essence of once so defined 
Taking forms of deflated objects, wrinkled   


What do you do son, what do you do 
 To keep from drowning souls  
As once so care free, a spirit trapped in cages 


Today we will pour libations, it is needed 
Laugh and mock life and dreams had
Tomorrow we will saddle up, back chasing that dream 

Anchored In Seats

I am anchored in my seat 
Sweat runs through my glands 
For the battles, we are assigned to 


To deal with, on allocation, on life
Destiny's reflections, demands I take my share 
Of the weight and sweat it out 


The rest of the world thus the same 
And everyone comes in, to pick up tools
Wake the morning, to clock in work cards 


Lined like chickens, in farms
Industrial in categories, battery
Of predicaments faced, order pickings 

Forced on or by choices made 
Stood in subconsciousness of uniformity 
If only we shared stories to know 


Too much weight for that, time spent
Sympathy will only slow us down
Productivity on targets to be achieved 


On factory floors,  on thread-miles of life
Each to his own, departmental codes
Obstacles assigned to


I am anchored in my seat 
Like its nobody's business 
You don't have to know


You don't have to know, my child
Where I slept the night 
If  I slept the night, or sat with worry  

After I finished my shift in day light 
To be granted a rest bite
If I slept the night 


Others pick up tools, on their turn
Pick up from where they left off 
Anchored in seats 


Departmental codes 
Predicaments of obstacles assigned 
To be anchored in seats of life 


Slowly breaking chains
You don't have to know 
You don't have to know my child 

In Tree's Chatter

The summer flower has run to seed 
Leaves fall like confetti in autumn 

Ceremonial in procession 

They blanket the grounds, that lay covered 

Long gone the winds, that blew breeze  

That made tree branches dance and 

Sing with joy in summer  

Cherished trees have lost their boldness 

Naked they walk in winter, in harmattan 

Like a Buddhist test of faith, on courage 

The circles of time they hold within 

Tells stories, guaranteed of battles fought   

With Seasons of  time voyage past 

She rather the pain of endeavor

Than pity of sorrow, nausea  

So she bleeds silently within  

Spring will affirm, what believers hold 

If trees make it, that far in seasons 

Watch, like magic the shooting stars of new  

With shots of green leaves and branches bold  

If we make it that far, on the green belt movement 
Before the chainsaw man appears with glum


If we make it that far to spring
The summer flower has run to seed 
A reincarnation is awaited in spring  




In memory of Wangari Maathai

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The Shelter of Amour

I have looked into the eyes of oblivion 

And seen the darkness that resides 

With comfort it festers and radiates   

It spreads like a flu and I have caught it's bug 

Cold with shivers and I sneezed 

Like others around me do, with spread 

Spreading it's disease, it's chest infection 

That fevers the heart, requiring to be contained 

To avoid the spread of contamination  

That grows strong with dispense  

Signs lie in the redness of the eye, the nose 

I cough, as though my soul begs to be let out 

Out of this cage of suffer 

With no antidote of manufacture

To cure it's ravage hold

Nothing but the smoothing of love 

Hot cocoa, hot lemonade, with honey  

Of the most beautiful flower's nectar, nursing   

I have caught a bug in need of cure 

Before my soul exile my encasement 

And die without the shelter of amour  

Rains on the Crow

Close to discovery, stood in rains  
Like the crow on door knocks  
Awaiting stages to shine on  


Conditions on forces, do conspire  
To be left with the crucifix of perception  
Warmongering on fearful instinct,  against on reaction 


If only the crow had feathers so bright 
Like the parrot, like the birds of paradise 
To be given a platform in rooms 


So adored, delighted, on worship  
Hanged at the best spot, for all to see
Talked about, like the dolphin's prestige 


But not so says, was it to be 
Fearmongering on instinct
Perception had t' judges jumping off their skin 


It is the stories, from before as told   
The cinema clips projected, propaganda  
That holds the blame, as with t' books of history told


If only the director did pick another
Just not the crow, just not the crow
But another, just not the crow, Gothic, raven  


Left to stand in the rain 
Denied its rightful place of intelligence hold 
Darkness of it's feathers, hides its drench 

Secret Society

I am moved, so move over  
Roll over, step aside and watch 
How it is done, how it is to be done 


Show your badge for entry 
In secret societies, secret handshakes  
Recite, the secret phrase for passage 


We done did it before, emancipation 
Once upon a time in stories we hold  
So this is just repetitive, like face wash 


Every morning, done on instinct  
And when we done with the roads  
That elevate, like help books, we make our own  


On the thought of mind control , awaking 
Road maps, passage through forest
Of non explored, realisation done with a stride


Observers perplexed, like watching a man levitate
While stood shocked, mesmerised, with no utter 
We run on water 75%, walk on air with breath 


And we've got that, passwords, secret handshakes  
Unlock secret gates with secrets codes
And find realisation, like awakening from coma


But you are not to be forgiven
To be caught out by the storm, in the storm
And stretch out for sympathy


Even kids don't do that any more
And we grown men, women 
So behave, simply put 


The wise speak in proverbs 
To sieve out the likes in mind
On the same wave length, minded 


Its like speaking in a foreign language
For the man, who knows no different
From being spoon fed


So this is the secret society
Codes of common sense to be applied
Waves in length, wave length of the mind

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This Natural World

Standing on the treadmill  
Of this life line, passing by, sleep walking 
With blinks of what we don't see flashlight 
Half of what we see, that we see  


To refuse to acknowledge  
Travelling through space  
Between reasons and understanding  
In no man's land 


I look up, into the heavens 
And constantly I am made aware
In acknowledgement, how insignificant we are  
For what we fight for, to own, to build 


Dead men's blood poured on this soil 
In battles fought long before, wasted  
Forgotten limps and medals of honour 
Stands, Colosseum, kings who ruled 


And Rome fell; long, long before invaders entered
This  artificial world we fight so  hard to own 
To trade friendship, to claim 
More fragile than the natural world around 


Rats, cockroaches  and ants, wild grass 
Constantly invading, pigeons and sea gull 
Rains insult on it's very grand gesture 
Constantly needing to be cared for 


To keep from rotten, this world, this life 
I breathe, the air that surround 
And  instantly I am made to appreciate 
What mother nature has offered  so freely 


This world, this life opened landscape 
I see mountains, forests, seas and valleys 
This naturally world to have lived in 
I give thanks, each day, each day I give thanks 

Water's Gold

I will offer you tomorrow's gold

Liquid inform that flows so aboundantly free

I will offer you tomorrow's scarcity

Loosely Wild

How close have you ever gotten to nature  

To sit on the edge of seats 

And watch its majesty with fancy, dazzling

Lions rawrrr in playful bravado

Rhinos gallop, then trot crossing over tracks

Wolves on each others backs in a playful banter

Tigers bluff, refusing to budge 

Sitting on a bench just sunbathing in daydream

I came to see you, give me a pose for the camera

To sit in the drivers seat,  at arms length  

And in front of watch, creatures known as wild as mighty

As beastly wild, step so close I get to touch them 

Giraffes so tall, they rain showers from dripping mouths

Buffalo keeping a distance, steam off  their nostrils, tell tale signs

Just to be sure, safe to be sure, keeping a distance 

Cheeky camels  stood obstructing traffic 

That is how close I got to nature 

When I went down to the safari 

I saw ant castles standing like home from home 

Saw sea lions jumping hoops, huge snakes  

And bats in enclosures  eerily  they flew 

Above my head and shoulders 

So close, so near, touching distance
Brought to life my fearful wonder

Scorpions and stone fish
Spiders, and stick insects

Down in the west midland 

Who would have thought 

A little savannah, safari park 

In the middle of England 

Could be so nice 

That is how close I got to nature 

Next step is Africa 

Rains on the Island

Mermaids are made of fiction 

Stories told to delight our imagination 

Like the flying little fairies  

Who parade with joy in back gardens 

So many in lists of creatures to mention 

All magical and wondrous in ways there are 

To cast a spell of enchantment 

So many children stories, inspired  

To have been told of fiction 

But in Europe laid an island 

Anglo, hair tin distance from the main land  

Where the tears of the clouds poured persistent  

Poured on so much, on the regular  

It turned the inhabitants into mermaids 

Such a place like a fish tank, England always wet

The Last Gulyas Soup

I should have seen it coming 
Really should have, hunger rumbling my stomach 
With preview given at a glance 


What's with a seat at the high table 
Drinks and pleasantries, opened arms 
And the art of given mastered 


My nose senses, my stomach awakens 
Oblige to the scent of aroma 
The wonderful gulyas soup 


This is home made, Anya Horváth
Bespoke with serenading love 
As it boils to fill an apatite  


Mine is to say yes please, 
Kérem, please do serve 
My hunger awaken to feast 


On yours precious, köszönöm 
Will be my last words 
When I am finished, with delight 


Note: The picture shown not the Gulyas soup I had,
finished it before thinking of writing this piece
I am sure to have some more, however the title
gives the poem a feel to reflex the holiday I was on

Awaiting Answers

I am out of coverage area 
Sometimes you aught to be 
To find your self, with meaning 


The buddhist prefer a solitary area 
Or would avoid uttering words for years  
In meditating mood, for enlightenment  


On journeys back I took  
In the clouds I saw a rabbit, a sea horse 
Land-horse and a boar  


Meanings, I still don't know  
But for seeing such beauty in the clouds 
Aught to be a blessings of some sought  


A silver lining across the pond of life 
A sign of thee, from thee  
To reflect on others to come, I'm sure 


First signs count 
I saw them, there, there  
Those silver lining, I saw them

My Train Journey

I woke this morning bright 
In a warm sunny room in Kecskemet 
This was nice, nice I tell you


Packed my bags after a week stay in Hungary 
And headed to the train station, 
This was going to be my mood of saddle 


Travelled away from my rest bite, 
On a train, tracks he lay
He blows his horn, to announce his coming,  


Past the trees into the sky that lay 
He appears, blowing his horn 
To announce his coming 


First class was all but taken 
In seats,  designated for luxury travel
Bought on priority request 


I stood with luggage between my legs  
Window peeping for sight seeing 
The country side, provides view so perfect 


On this train I saw more of the country  
Hungary had to offer, in hidden treasures landscape   
Farms and houses with their own stories to tell  


I made my own stories to tell 
Flipping through towns  and country side passed by  
Sat on the train from Kecskemet to Budapest 


Jumped off, to the horn that blew
For stops, the train driver at my destination  reached
Another horn blow sent the train onwards without me 


Bye I said to the beautiful country
And the train that brought me here in travels 
Thanks I say for a beautiful journey you gave me

God Made Me

Just before I pass off, pass on, stretch hands
And hand over battens, not yet, but
To the next in line, like legacy
Battens in rally ran, its your turn  


Whispering guidance
And lessons learnt
Take care on this road
It is long and treacherous


But full of hope and beauty
I have lived it, I know it
Suffered in its toil to gain its reward
Like harvest day, fruits in baskets 


Bring out your baskets
And be sent blessed
By his goodness, God gracious
Every day shower 


God made me, he ordained me 
So from the beginning I was destined
To be greater than great
The greatest in my own endeavours 


But never on a silver plate, 
To be placed, like the king on chess game
It is the journey that count,
It is the part, that is blessed the most, in blessing


To find myself, through gutters dug 
And know what I am made of, 
Capable now, to dance with the lions 
I am to be tested, to prove my worth


And stand on my own two feet  
Accomplished, no wobbles 
I am on top of the world with birds eye view
I see all, on the landscape


God made me
God made me
God made me

Sacrificed Altars

The communion and wine  
Is known by all who partake in it's ritual  
To be made of, flesh and blood  


It bleeds, not for the joy of sacrifice 
Or wanting death, less not in value for life 
Like one may think of self harm  


But to feel alive and to hold on to living  
So love and life is tested, 
For what course one engages in  


And the goal post are set, to suit 
Established in sizes and forms 
Made to measure on faith of believers 


It is only for the training grounds 
That opposition is made absent
Bubble wrapped, tip toe on offence  


For the prince who plays 
Sword fights in his backyard
W' his servants, a' claims to know battle 


Scars are formed like harvest 
After cuts and bruises, bleed 
I carry a few on my shoulders 


Most beneath skin tissue, the deepest, the widest  
It is self harm on courses chosen 
What do you bleed for