The Hill of Judgement

On the Hill of Judgement

Past and future converge

My feet now, where the bard

Once stood, once congregated,

courted love and death

on these grounds consecrated.

The gates are locked,

Encased in fear,

What would he think?

If he was here.

Would he jump, yell, and howl,
          Alarm every soul?”

Asking “Are ye herding the penny,
    Unconscious what evil await?

    To the foul thief that shut the gates.

Wi’ tidings o’ damnation.”

To what degree, would he walk the line,

what angle would he divine?

As I ponder the question

his words to Miss Eliza dear

echo in my ear….

  “HOW, Liberty! girl, can it be by thee nam’d?
Equality too! hussey, art not asham’d?
Free and Equal indeed, while mankind thou enchainest,
And over their hearts a proud Despot so reignest.”

The Little Fish

A fungi and a little fish got talking one day.

You’ll never believe what the pair had to say.

I don’t know about you, but what about me?

I’m out the back door and I can’t see the sea.

Don’t be sad, little fish. You’re really a fungi.

The little fish smiled and let out a sigh.

I thought I was tripping but I’m just a clown

Now my whole world’s turned upside down.

I need a seat can you bring me a toad stool?

I can’t believe I’ve been such a blind fool!

Two heads it seems really are better than one,

So let’s have some fun and dance in the sun.

Don’t worry my friend, I don’t need mushroom,

We can party under the stars and the moon.

Don’t be shy. Go for it. Just take a chance.

Stick the tunes on and let’s have a dance.

Does anyone know what type of fungi this is? I tried to find it using google and some of the identifier apps but had no luck.

The Dreamt of Place

Sitting by the water,

Waiting, wondering,

Is it all a dream,

Not all it seemed?

My imagination on fire

Burning with desire

longing to be loved,

with a tender touch.

Tears fall from my eyes,

Frustrated, in a world of lies

Tired of loving so deeply,

yet feeling so alone.

The aching grows,

Refusing to be ignored.

Unheard screams

Of forgotten dreams

Time loops back on itself,

Bridging heaven and hell

I return to a time long ago

At the end of the rainbow

When I flew so high

I touched the sky

Before autumn leaves fell

With stories to tell

lives still to be lived in,

words yet to be written,

on the wall. No stone

unturned, often alone.

Restless, seeking, sharing,

Brave, bold, daring

Sometimes beaten,

Sometimes cheated.

Yearning for better

days get wetter,

Colder, darker still,

Souls frozen, until

A heart breaks

The earth quakes

Lightning strikes

The dark night

Illuminating heat

Ghosts retreat

Light as a feather

Whatever the weather

Freedom reigns

In the winds of change

Butterflies dance

Signaling romance.

A fool, free at last,

Gone from the past.  

I have no choice,

as I hear your voice,  

I begin to sing,

spreading my wings

Echoing the call,

cradles my fall,

No longer crying,

My soul flying,

I take a leap of faith,

To the dreamt of place.

A Touching Tribute

Trembling

in anticipation

of the words

Weaving

lyrically

through the air  

Filling

the space

between us

Caressing

like butterfly

kisses

Landing

gently,

sweetly.

Touching

the unexplored

depths

Savouring

this mystical

moment.

Dripping

velvet raindrops

fall.

Bringing

me to the edge

of sanity

Becoming

entranced,

dancing now

Searching

deeper

and deeper.

Probing

my desire

for more

Strumming

harmonic

rhythms.

Erupting

in thanks

and praise

Blessing

this moment

and all it holds

Singing

another song

and another

Playing

on and on

and on

To Tyranny, unjust

Celebrate if you must,
The demise of freedom,
To express, to trust,
The denial of liberty,
Of free will, of choice
To tyranny, unjust
Interventions, crazed
Inventions, manipulated,
Media stories, reliving
Past glories of freedom
Fought and died for
By the brave, to save
Us from being enslaved,
To the grave, dead
Inside, shriveled lives
Masked as news,
Propaganda fills the
Airwaves. The spaces
In between, unseen
I can’t breathe,
Nobody cares because
The papers don’t declare

A Classic Combination

The broken butterfly

And the rocking horse

A classic combination

Repeating through time

Castles and crescendos,

Saucy innuendos,

Rhythms and routines

Silent and secret screams

Super squirrels,

Saving the day

Bright lights

Leading the way.

Shared seasons,

Fated reasons,

Destiny revealed

Lips unsealed

Free, to love

To breathe

To fly

Athena

Athena is home

The temple alight

old structures in dust

at her feet. She raises

her head to the sky,

in thanks. She calls

the artists, the singers,

the peacemakers, the poets.

Come out to play,

it’s our time now

Sing, dance, rejoice

Warm your face

in the rays of the sun

Breathe deep, deeper,

Deeper still, awaken

all of your senses

Let them lift you

higher and higher

and follow your heart

All the way

to Paradise.

The Constantine Cathedral

In the Constantine cathedral

Drowning in a flood of tears

Scars still weeping,

Demons still creeping

And yet….there is light

More light than ever before

The way was clear

Choose faith, not fear

The pain was excruciating,

Writhing in agony on the floor

Lifting her head from the ground,

She reached for the heavens

It’s your way now, she whispers

I’ve nothing left to give.

Please she begs…

Can you forgive?

An unworthy sinner,

A proud woman…

a broken girl.

Save me, she pleads

Set free the dreams inside of me

Release me from my bondage

The light expanded

And the atmosphere changed

Electrified and vibrating

With a higher power now

It was done.

The past gone,

The future scribed

In the Constantine Cathedral.

Kaboom!

Inconclusive coincidences

an inability to comprehend

or deliberate detouring,

downplaying, delaying

the inevitable, that

time will reveal.

The energy rises,

uncontrollable,

unstoppable

KABOOM!!!

Cause and effect,

a universal law,

and not the only one.

It’s coming, the fury,

the rage, the incandescent

burning, the torch of truth

lay bare for all to see

shamelessly exposing

revealing all…

inconclusive coincidences.

Entranced by the Music

 

 

Light & Music
Light And Music, Paisley Abbey. Artist – John Clark, 1988

The fool-hearty,

the wise

the joker in guise

The message appears

before your eyes

Captivated,

enjoying the dance.

Lost in the music

totally entranced.

A heavenly chorus

immersed in light,

a heart resurrected

a  wondrous sight.