The Calling

Do you hear the early calls in the morning 
That wakes you before the alarm 

Do you sense the yearning in your heart 
When you sit to gather your thoughts 

Do you dream about it constantly 
And each time it is the same old dream 

Do you see, visions of it gathering form 
Clouded days, loose their clouds 

Like the sunflower that follows the sun 
Do you feel yourself following the path 

Are you engrossed in it totally 
Deep dive and into depths of drown 

Yet still able to walk the sea bed chest out 
Like the water has not yet replaced the air 

And your options are not very limited 
That the last breath is all you hold 

Are you that person, you see in the mirror 
Looking at yourself, back at you with smile 

Do you speak the same language 
Of perseverance even when you are scared 

Have you got what it takes, have you 
Does the fire burn solid in you 

Then I would say to you, you have the calling 
You are  blessed with the burden of a dream 

Anything else, old friend don't bother  
Look for something else that matters to you 

Just don't bother without a calling 
For you will fail carrying this heavy load 

The calling, this is the calling 
Live life true..............

A response poem to Charles Bukowski (Live True)

A case in point

Sometimes I try, I really try, sweats attached believe me 
Sometimes not so much, with procrastination and sleep walking 

Sometimes I don't at all, no movement at all, deadbeat on time 
Sometimes I deviate, dysfunctional compass, spinning wheels 

But most times, in my most solemn moment, mirrors reflection 
I am reminded of what drives me, a beacon of light 

And what the vision holds, pictures drawn 
A goal in mind, realigning sentiments, objectives as sign posts 

The road is never a straight one, the compass still works 
And the focus will always get me there, foretold I can feel it 

Adjusting clocks, rewinding arms 
To tell the time, on tic toc of dreams, I aspire 

This is a case in point, an angle of thought 
A case in point being made here, as we proceed 

Shifting Sand Dunes

An elastic stretched too far 
Will loose its elasticity, breaking point 

But then, whats the alternative to give 
Somebody loses out even when all seems settled 

I have seen soft balls without trickery 
Suspend in the air levitating, whats the catch 

And rabbits in Alice's rabbit hole, sticks 
Digging their foot in, with carrot contest 

Is there a colour left to be picked 
When all three choices given have been used  

Do escape clauses still apply 
And against the small print, who wins 

Is the bitter sweet end, better 
Or a sweet bitter end, is there a difference 

I have seen the sand dunes 
Shift too many times to follow suit 

Yet to travel through the Sahara, to make it 
One has to know a few markers, spots 

Do not try to define me 
Such few markers stick like road maps 

I am like the sand dunes, I just realized 
I am still, shifting with the winds, forming 

The Make A Wish Foundation

Customarily candle lights are blown 
To make wishes, make a wish 
Make a wish and blow out the candle lights 

With your eyes closed, no peek, no peek 
Come now dear, dear,  make a wish 
And wish it to be just that true 

Fairy-tales and  dreams are made 
Of the same dust of  magic  from the heavens  
That made the earth, so make reality of your wish 

For this day, that and all the rest 
Make a wish, have a dream, close your eyes
Snap your fingers and believe it to be true 

By the time the day finds it ends 
With the sun out at sea, open your hearts  
And watch reality of your dreams come true 

Make a wish, make a wish 
Send an S.O.S to the make a wish foundation 
See my dear, fairy-tales and dreams do come true 

So make a wish on this day 
Make a wish, make a wish and have a dream 
Blow out the candle and make a wish, make a wish 

A Skeptic's Cake

Skeptics never see the cake bake 
Never when it is out in the fields 

When the farmer ploughs his fields 
And for each row he plants in sown seeds 

Not at 5am each morning dawn 
When he wakes to attend to his farm land 

Skeptics never smell the cake fresh 
Not at harvest time dirty old fields 

With the grains through the mill work 
To the flour made fine and ready 

Mixing the flour and the butter  to dough 
The eggs and sugar to be added to the mix 

Skeptics never lay plates ready dressed up tables 
For banquet; for what cake? baked? no 

The oven kept warm and just as right 
At the temperature best prescribed 

But when the curtain is drawn out to day 
Skeptics are always first in line to lay claim 

Skeptics never see the cake bake 
Skeptics never smell dreams fresh in the oven lay 

Summer Night Dream

Most mammals in the sea are from the dream world 
Most dreams are of sea blue in dream state 
Psychedelic  illusions and slow moving creatures 

Mountains and hills, valleys with under current
Trees and rivers swinging on the waves 
In my dream I saw blue men with posture 

They moved slow and with lucid grace 
They pondered with arms to their chin hold 
Lamenting of yesterday, they held an aura of mystic 

Most days at summer night with the moon blue 
All just seems like the dream world of the seas  
When everything familiar becomes so alien 

Fogs by the Windsor Bridge

My dairy walk with nature
Bridging the river of thoughts
With structured wide to hang

On a foggy day with boats
From the land of river where fish stocks
Are grabbed on nets of men

I would call yee
Windsor, windor thy bridge
Man made as barrrier to tame nature

Solemn walk with one's thought
The foggs in the day near this river
Hides one's thought from all

Adventure with the Greek gods

Would the sun ever touch the sea 
Each day I wonder at sunset 
Each day I wander, at sun down 
And wish to be a Greek god to know 


Does the sun ever touches the sea 
Always too far in a distance to tell 
Out in the ocean, far from me 
Does the sun ever touch the sea 


Does the sea bubble hot, like boiling water 
Does the sun cool down where they meet 
Apollo and Poseidon on a show down 
A front seat view with popcorn at sunset 


Before Achlys takes over the night 
And all innocent do sleep the night 
This is the story of adventure 
Told to the infants as bed time stories 


Just before they close their eyes
To be made Greek gods on adventures
In the morning I hope to know
If the sun ever touched the sea


Who was there, who saw it all
Who became a Greek god
And had a dream, filled with adventure
Did the sun ever touch the sea

Fastened Parachutes

Dreams alternate realities 
Concept, visions and surrealism  


Altered transpiring translucent sights 
Abstract notions enforcing angles


Last night, I dreamt I jumped in parkour 
From a roof top unto the grounds below 


Then the grounds gave in, caved in  
Such intense physical feeling of being absorbed


I went through the earth solid each layer
Then suddenly through the clouds I appeared 


And there I was, falling from the sky 
With g-force and vertigo so vivid in perception


Bizarre irrational plunging at sensation 
So tonight I have got myself a parachute, fastened 


Try me tonight, with fall or bury 
Try me tonight,  with a parachute fastened I come ready 

A memory box

As part of the route 66,  through life 
Nightingale signals that, there is one we are tasked to
Ordinarily it seems impenitent, effortlessly required  


But it has to be honoured  that is the deal  
With the price required of one 
On inevitability, it has to be paid 


Not so heavily on one's stock 
At a go, of such price required  to see 
Hence its absence, the realization of commitment  

Pushed to the background, like breath 
With easy, unassuming and unimposing 
Settle with repertoire and without macho 


Yet it exists in ways that comes to light 
Manifest when need be, and it is called upon. 
One of these days you will come to know such notion 


When you are tasked to recall on account  
You will realize, that every passage in life
Takes from one and gives of its own 

In transformation as necessary 
Just as the nightingale sings 
On beds of roses to change colour  


Every individual or occurrence  
Leaves an imprint of their memory 
And take that of one, as exchange of gifts 


Sometimes seen vivid in daylight apparition  
You came to mind, deep from my sub-conscience 
Like a ghost from once upon a time on route 66 


At night when the nightingale sings
In the pre-dawn of darkness, you came to mind 
Her music pours out memory, you came to mind 

Dreams to remember

Surround my dreams, rest my mind 

Rest my body, soft on a thousand strong 

In the morning let me have memory of this dream 

Chasing Dreams

Chasing dreams on sixth sense  
An awakening of the mind 
It rings bells, of realisation  


Eventually there comes a time 
When one has to step out, get your feet dirty 
And walk in the fields of dreams had 


Many have pictured notions of change 
To impact and leave a legacy in this world, behind 
Then they go back into the safety of preoccupation 


Procrastination sleeping away on day light 
With excuses of why not now 
And each day, the cock crows 


Rings bells of thoughts of awaking 
Frustration of the present development 
But fearful of taking the plunge 


The surroundings are quick to discourage 
Fall in line, every one else is, why you with difference 
Numb down the excitement of change, fall in line 


Before long, opportunity passes by 
While the stories become only of relevance to
What could have been done  


Eventually there comes a time of fulfillment  
And triers luck may shine bright 
On the one who took a step to stand alone 


But no such eventuality 
For the man who feared the rain 
And went back in, at the sound of thunder 


If I don't make it past the first post 
I gained value from having the experience 
In chasing dreams, tomorrow will tell


Picture ref:pxleyes.com 

What Is Next

Where are you, I ask 
With strings attached, string-fellow   
Wearing  down my existence  


What is next, I ask, what is next  
We placed our trust in the system  
We paid our tax to the system 


We signed to the school of thought you peddled
We followed with faith what you  preached 
We aspired to reach the pinnacle set 


We acquired what success ascribed to be 
What dreams, we were asked to dream 
We connected and invested into the system 


We mortgaged our freedom to the system 
We tied a knot to the system, confetti  
We were briefed on who, held t' moral high ground 


We then  watched the system fail to deliver 
We got to know what was fact from illusion 
We lost our jobs because of the system 


We felt the pain in our pockets 
We felt the hunger in our stomach    
We had no security for our children, lost our houses 


We woke to realise the fallacy fed to us  
Where halo the funds and joy was 
What we had, what we were sold


And we went to occupy wall street 
Some of the people some of the time  
We demand answers to the question 


Who was it that benefited 
If we are said to be, a part of the system 
Yet we suffer most from the system 

Where I want to be

How I want to start the day, on focus, own to day  
Go about, leaving my mark on the day  
Like the cat, I am to mark territories to day  


This is my zone, what I want to do today 
Work today, achieve today, determined a tad bit more today 
Like a man, stood on graduating post, today 


Who I want to be today  
Be known today,  be shown as today 
Like the heroes I look up to today  


To be looked up to, as inspiration today 
By the followers that come after me, today 
Like I do to the one's before me, today 


Where I want to be today, be stood today  
From dreams had, aims to have achieved today 
Like from the prayers I prayed, to have come true, today 


That is where I aim to be, today 
When the sun goes down on the day, today  
Just so I will have owned the day, today


Today , 
Today,
Oh, yes today, it must be today 

A Mexican Stand-off

Some times I feel like greed 
Going after too many objects that glitter  
My eyes goes blind, and I am left with none  


Close though, always close enough 
To taste ownership of the dream 
So I make a come back, on addiction of ambition 


Sometimes I stretch so much, so far  
I lose elasticity and take on other forms 
Like what lies between magic and the spell "half baked"

Longer in such forms than I want to be 

In transformation state. No one is suppose to look 
In the  hot eyes of melting ore, not for that long  

Some times it is the commitment that lacks 

Like sitting to watch a screen play about, me myself a' I  
By a bunch of rebellious teenagers, with other plans 


There is always that tingling feeling 
That takes me back, with strive 
For a while away from procrastination 


That lures me into just one more step 

When I am past the muscles  stretch of strength  

Just one more, to shy procrastination 

Sometimes I take that step, with vim  

Other times I feel  so stretched 
Chasing two dreams on opposite ends 


Facing a Mexican stand-off with a handicap  
Awaiting for outcome on count down 
Between sat in sofa comfort procrastination and strive 


Something has got to give, that is the rule
Something always gives, that is the rule 
When the needle drops, that is the rule  

But for renewed strength from back bones 
Which says to one, take on the two, am with you 
I believe in you, and no mountain is too high to climb 


To make it to one's feet 
And still be the fastest shooter 
With smith and western 

My Pin Up

We look out to see 
What crystal balls hold   
And we day dream over  utopia 


It is better that way, leisure away 
Time so precious, indulging   
On alternate universe


My pin up girl  
Like the stars afar  
In the distance of the heavens 


Set as background  drop
For your spectacles of beauty  
But do not transform into flesh  


For with that, in reality 
I will come to know your imperfections 
Your weakness, your darkness 


Be forever in my desire  
Please do not come close  
Your star nearing earth to have gravity 


Spare me the reality of your actuality  
Allow me, to just day dream of your perfection  
A fine figment of my imagination  


Stay lined, aligned in parallel worlds   
Be Hollywood, be glitter, starstruck      
Allow me to day dream, my pin up girl 

My pictures that hangs

Defining my phantom 

Pictures hold, 
Such beauty of utopia
Distance stands, as safe guard grounds protected


Devoured from reality, phantom 
Escapism is our treasured delight 
Fantasy in our spare time, indulged in-between gaps ..


Illusion are set, as our getaway passes  
Paradise reflects, wanting in context 
The rich, the poor, all of needs, put in context 


Paradigm of life 
Bubbles that burst, floods our reality
Dreams are set, in sleep mood 
To recoil day strive, for nourishment


When things fall apart  
Love unfold unloved, rage destroys     
Stars  and the Moon, falls off the sky, unleashed  


Day dream, and night dreams
Entangled in nightmare  
Craziness unending, like day of the night 


While painted oceans on canvas 
Floods carpets, 
In down pour, like a horror movie  


As balance of weight   
Tilts, wobbling on sides  
Juggling, all to set off balance in life 


This is my dream, my patch
My Phantom 
My escapism   


This is my indulgence  
Hustling, striving, seagull's with uplift 
To keep things in accordance 


Pictures that hangs, set
On equilibrium fastened
On my wall, to stay as placed 


No funny business around here  
Messing with  my comfort, my friend
Put away abstract and surrealism