Life and plans don't mix

I have been running 
For so long now on treadmills  
It seems I have long forgotten 
Why I started running in the first place 

They say life is what happens
Outside the plans we make 
It waits for no man "pull your weight up son"
To get his house in order 

It  is more like, build as you go, clean as you go 
But don't forget to lift the carpet up 
Every now and then for spring cleaning 
A few skeletons piling up, weighing us all down 

Half way the game changes not like predicted seasons 
Never at the finish line as we expect 
To start as new, a fresh page of conundrums 
All woven into each other finely abstract and entwined 

And life just keeps happening tic toc 
John Lennon knew best with wisdom 
Guess that made him a lucky man 
To have had the realization, awakening call 

An understanding on the meaning of life 
Life is what happens when you go making plans 
Saving the world and exposing the pretentious 
And just in a blink of an eye he got shot,  dead and no more  

I read somewhere a list of five things 
Most people say they regret on their death beds  
And sat down to stock take and ponder  
A true check list, avenue to compare with  

No man lived wiser and spoke with sincerity  
Said the ultimate truth without prejudice or falseness  
Than a dying man with last breaths 
To call his own nothing to lose of this worldly desire

No hold backs
For game change
In last cards played 

The five list of regrets on death beds given by a nurse to compare with 
1. I wish  I had the courage to live a true life to myself, not the life others expected of me
2. I wish I didn't work so hard
3.I wish I did have the courage to express my feelings
4.I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier

I Am Awake

Awaken senses 

Engaging my surroundings 

I am conscious  

My Dream Home

Wind swept, sea breeze and sunset 

The seaside house that stands  

From a distance as bespoke main 

Built to blend with natures environs    

Built to please the manor of the house 

By the beachside, facing the waves 

Squirrels and birds in the garden, they play  

Having away fun, with nuts, hanged on coconut trees  

My little wildlife, right here in my backyard lay 

The dolphins jump and splash the sea blue  

The seagulls swings and dive on hunt  

The little blue boat, comes back in before the tide high  

Fresh air, fresh breeze and wind swept bliss 

My sanctuary stands, as paradise found

This here is my dream home found 

My dream home 

This here is my dream home found 

My dream home stands 

Wake Me From Sleep

Wake me up from sleep 

Wake me  up from sleep 

wake me  up from sleep , sleep, sleep 

Ooh

wake me from sleep

wake me from sleep

ooh wake me from sleep

How can I burden you  

pure and nature with cries  

Of the  artificial hell  

that man has created 

and named as so   

and named as so 

and named as so 

and named as so, so, so 

Civilisation to symbolise an up lift 

and named as so,  they say,

better than what nature 

has ordained on us, on us, on us,  us 

Stripped of  the essence  

plugged into the machinery of greed 

washers and screws, bolts and nuts 
sounds,  and  false gods, blood of oil, diesel  

Beastly breaths, deep breaths 

of the monstrous creation's waste 

choking on nature’s breath, breath 

On nature’s breath 

On nature’s breath 

On nature’s breath 

And to the end on the dying bed 

what will man be defined by  

be defined by, be define by 

what will man be defined by 

Spat out like the bones that lie on floors 

of the beastly den on retirement 

another pure soul 

begging to be consumed 

Into the machinery of manufacture 

The manufacture 

The manufacture 

The manufacture 

Into the machinery

of the manufacture

Eagerly waiting to replace 

another on plates

of  beastly gauge  

lamps to the slaughter

lamps to the slaughter

lamps to the slaughter

The emptiness of an existence 

with the lure of climbing up 

this ladder of raw 

raw, raw, raw, of raw 

Has evolution been the curse of man 

The curse of man 

The curse of man 

To have lost the essence of living 

if so then wake me back from bed 

into a bird, to a rat,  to a frog, turkey 

wake me from sleep  

Oooh wake me from sleep 

wake me from sleep 

sleep, sleep, wake me from sleep 

Of  a slave to the monstrous beast 

wake me from sleep 

wake me from sleep 

Make me whole again 

let me value life again 

and appreciate simple things

 before my dying bed  again 

Take me back into

the garden of Eden, Eden

Wake me from sleep

wake me from sleep

wake me from, sleep, sleep sleep

wake me from sleep

This is me defined

This is me defined   
Sperm, egg, that made me    

Weightless burden, entity, realisation     

And I swim through the sky   

Featherless, elevated  
This is me defined  

And clouds stands as  my 

Stepping stones


To the heavens   

I am welcomed  
Like back to home, what made me
What I am made of  


This is me defined   

Opened with glory  

I am celebrating   

In my moment  of being  

This is me defined, different strokes   
Individuality, personality, uniqueness   

Pictures, flash lights  

My crowning glory, identity   

Coming of age, destined  

This is my celebration   

My meaning defined  
And the character I am, defined 

The Sun Flower Worhsip

The mystery of the sunflower   
Lay bare, like a prophet with calling    
What we take for granted  


And I do worship the sun  
Believe me, I do, Stonehenge stands as altar  
The sun flower tells me to  


The colour of the sky tells me to    
The trees, the birds, in the forest  
And the weather systems tells me to  


And the seasons sing in praise    
Winter tells me to      
Beach benches tells me to    


Believe me I do worship the sun   
Like daffodils, bright in fields  
Spring tells me to, life tells me to  


I do worship the sun
I am a sun worshipper 
The sun flower worship 

Make Me Human

Light shines to break the hold of dusk   
Like opened curtains   
New days begins with dawn   


Before the last bell rings   
And days journey of trails and triumphs   
Ends with a tick on calendars, box archived      


Neither a borrower or a lender  
Should I be, must I be, shall I be, in form  
As a permanent state, cast in bronze   


I shall build up occasions to celebrate life   
For troubles stops when time stops  
When life is nothing but a faded past  


Let me bleed to testify my existence  
Let me strive to appreciate gain  
Make me mortal to appreciate living  


Let my tears run off my face like road maps
Let rain touch my delicate skin
So I can appreciate the senses 


Let me smile and frown  
Laughs and yell  
To build up my facial muscles  


Let me love and hate  
Admire, appreciate and envy   
Give me my shortfalls and strength   

Let me know the true essence of living   
And accept mountains as pillars   
To be measured by, as stepping stones


In between I mark calenders 
To celebrate life, when curtains open  
New day begins with dawn  

Treasures Of Life

In treasures of life,..

In life I have lived..

In living I have witnessed, through paths of life..

In paths I have walked on, along my journey home..

In things I have seen, in places I have been..

In people I have met, on the long way home..

In days I wish were unending,...

In tears I did cry of joy..

In movies of the tear jerkers, 

In t' sight of  my eye, that renders..

In hugs and smell, handshakes and smile..

In the rains  that fall, that wet my soul

In the sun burns I felt, in summers day 

In winter's chill, that shivers my bones

In springs breeze,  and sensations on my skin..

On relief of pain for joy,..

Of success and strive..

Of failure and cliff hangers..

Of anxiety and despair..

Of all the memories I have..

And oh so, so treasured..

And when finally I am gone..

And my wish of treasured memories..

Are stored in vaults  awaiting my rebirth..

If ever I am  reincarnated 

If ever I make it back to this world  

If ever I am reborn again, where ever in this world

If  only you could give me, such treasures of memory 

I had before, I would be grateful 

On living again on this earth

And having all that beauty to cherish 

If only this was part of the package of reincarnation