My phone is in my pocket
Making such a racket
Ring, ring, RING!
Don't call me
I will call you!
Ring
Ring
Ring...

By Vi.

I
Am a cheeky little bird.
I
Am
A SPECIAL little bird.
My
Feathers are so fluffy
Do not
Ruffle me!
I
Do not need MY
Wings clipped
Do you?
Chirp!
Chirp!
Tweet!
Tweet!
By
VIOLET.

Oh, the things I might have said and done
But
Didn't do or say,
All I did
Was it meant to be?
Was it "really" Me?

There's no time
There's Still time
What's coming next?

What
I
Am,
I'm dissatisfied,
Never too pleased with what I do.
I'm
Just a a mediocre guy
And,
I try
And I don't,
Try and don't.

I look around
See deeds I'd like to have done
Words I'd like to have said
People I'd like to be (: Jesus)
I'm never pleased, no, never pleased
With Me.

There are many things I'd like to say
I'm not saying,
Things I'd like to Do I'm not doing
Many ways I'd like  to BE I'm not being...

I'm
Not Being...
I'm not Being...

There's no time
There's still time
What's
Coming
Next?

Rebirth?

You
Are fed up
Of me
Tired of me
Resent me.

Believe it or not
I
Felt the same way about myself
Before
Your
Dislike for me manifested itself.

I
Understand
(Somewhat) society's, the system's, stranger's
Enmity
Toward myself.
I
Had the same abhorrence
For
Myself...Nearly, committed suicide...
Bought a hellium kit....contemplated ww1 , ww2 , Hiroshima, Nakisaki.... Veitnam war...

Then,
A child touched me with their innocence,
And
MY OWN
INNOCENCE
Returned
To me
Pristine.


HOLY
And
DIVINE.

I , like the multitude
Are saying in a gentle voice...No more violence, destruction
Of
Life.


And You.

I
Want to say...'There, there, everything
WILL
Be
Okay!'

What
Can I say?... My mind's a whirl!
Because of history and a  Bewildered world.... BUT,
I
Am both, a Boy ...and Girl .
And,
I love both sexes within me.
While you,( devil?)
Bomb,
Annihilate
The
Daisies
In the fields...World war1/2...if there is is WW3 it is the ultimate stupidity... insanity!
"I "
Just,
To let the daisies in the grass know
I
Will
Water you...
Do
The least,
Preserve YOUR,
Significance,Wonderment
With
One
Drop
Of ...( Water)...
LOVE!

I wish
I could cut myself off
From the commotion in the world.
Find
A door, portal, or some outlet
Which would take me to a state of
Tranquility;
A place were I could lay my body down
And not feel
The slightest twinge of pain...
FEEL
Unpolluted
Unailed.

You
Are mine
FOREVER.

Regarding
The past and present
Nothing
Has
Changed.

You
Will always be my lover
And
Most of all
My friend.

Soul mate
I am
Ever so sorry
If I offended you,
This
Is Never
My intention.

If I hurt you
I hurt too.

Please
Forgive me
Like
I
Forgive you.

We
Have lived
A long journey together,
One
Can't
Forget.

Let US continue
OUR journey together
Hold hands, stay friends...
FOREVER!..,.  By Violet.

Turn
YOUR gaze
From
The COMPUTER age,
From
The Screen of Artificiality...
Synthetic offerings
From
A FALSE world.

LOOK!
Look the Other Way!
LOOK
What NATURE has
On display...
The Sky, Hills, Mountains
Rivers and seas
Flowers and Trees,
THEY,
Are Beckoning Thee!

THEIR LIGHT
Is True!
More
Befitting for the SOUL!

DON'T Let
YOUR
Senses be drawn into
And
CONTROLLED
By
The Artificial World!

I love you Cow
I love your shape and sound---MOO!

I hate the fact you are constantly beleaguered by flies,
In your ears, in your eyes...
And you accept them like the air you breathe.
Is there something to be learnt here
About pestilence and nuisances that beset
Us in our lives?
Ignore them
Resist them
Remember we are bigger
Like you
My bovine friend.

I hate
When humans call you stupid, cumbersome!
Obviously, they haven't looked into your
Eyes!
THEY
have no right to disparage you
Or chop you up (sacred cow)
Heavens above! they cut up their own
Species.
I
Just wish
You could fly too, Precious
And
**** on their heads!

I am  here where MANY have already been,
How long will I linger
Before I move on?

Will
I
Move on?



Growing Is hard
Not growing harder,
Especially,
When  there is a motivation, compulsion
To
Grow,
Like
The flowers and trees
Defying gravity,
Exercising
Urge and belief
In
It's existence/
Their
Existence,
Thrusting itself
Toward
Heaven.


But
Still
Treasuring
This present earth
And
Cosmos!

Devaluation

Reality
Is a armpit
Without
A deodorant...
Fantasy
Is
The deodorant.

I used to go on
Nature trails.
Now
Sadly
It's
Chemtrails.

Make yourself discernable
Let my senses percieve
Your Love and Being
For I want to believe.

There's Wisdom in your words
I know You're the way
Out of this confusion
That surrounds me today.

I can't make it alone
I need your love
With me
Every day.

Hear my plea, Lord Jesus!
Aid the lost soul
Equip me to combat
The evil in the world.

Let me bear the sceptics
With their alternative Lives
Let me know deception
Yield not to its lie.

I can' t make it alone...

Make yourself adjacent
Let my spirit receive
The Holy Ghost
For
I do believe.

Although people have similarities
We are All  unique...    
Like. *
A snowflake.  

Should we not be praying
To the devil?
It's not unreasonable!
It's his/ entity, influence, in the world
That's causing such hellish things.

Should we
Not be appealing,
Entreating
Him
To
Consider His heart?
And,
Put a stop
To
The incessant evil and destruction
Of humankind?

In
The core
Of
his
Iniquity
IS there
A glimmer of good
Which
One
Could
Nurture,
With
The help of prayer,
Making that morsel
Of
Goodness grow?

Come on mankind
Get
Down on your
knees
And
Pray,
In unison,
For
The
Devil!

You
Are not being bad
On
The contrary, you are
Making efforts to save him
And so too
Save Mankind.

Jesus says to forgive your enemies.
The devil is
Our arch enemy.
The source
Of
All
Problems.

Let us persuade him
To give up his infernal rage.
Let him
Feel true love and concern.
He
Perhaps
Will
Yield and understand.

OR,

Is this a completely impossible
Unobtainable fantasy!
He, being too far gone
And
Beyond absolution?

What if
God
Showed
Adam and Eve a visual
Like we do watching  a cinema screen
Or
In a dream as it was written so biblically,
The
Consequences
Of eating
The forbidden fruit,
Whould
They
Still
Have chosen
To
Bring All the wars and bloodshed
Immorality
Mortality
Upon themselves
And
Their Children?

IF
Things
Were explained properly, in detail,
What
Such an action would result in,
Would
They,
PRECIOUS CHILDREN,
Have
Ignored such horror and still
Proceeded
In eating...the
Forbidden fruit?

There's nobody who doesn't have it hard
Nobody who doesn't have a laugh
Nobody who doesn't have a solemn thought
Nobody
Who doesn't feel distraught.

There's
Nobody who doesn't feel a fool
Nobody who doesn't dream at school
Nobody who doesn't YEARN for LOVE
Nobody
Who doesn't feel... Like giving up.

WE
Are ALL on the same boat
A sail on the same sea
Journeying
Through the same life
With
Death
Our destiny.

There's
Nobody who doesn't moan
Nobody who doesn't feel alone
Nobody
Who doesn't question WHY
There is no one
Ain't,
From this perception
DIE.

We
Are all on the same boat
A sail on the same sea
We
Are all of the same kind
With
DEATH
As
A
Destiny.

I know what I'm thinking you don't
Agree.
It may not be right but it's right by me
At the moment it's how I feel, how I see...
Just me, right or wrong.

I am another Life, another Mind
Another throbbing heart
At this time.

You say listen, listen I do
I hear no words of wisdom
I' m hearing nothing new.
There was a time
It was everyone else
Now it's Me
Becoming Myself... Important or not.

I am another Life, another mind
Another throbbing heart
At this time.

Another life to be something
Another life to be nothing
Another life to  win or lose
Another life to laugh and cry
Another life to live, to die.

Often
You come to mind
And something in me stirs inside
Like someone has turned
On a light
And I feel all aglow.

I
Reflect on a day
When we used to play
In your big house
Marlborough Gardens
Full
Of smiles and laughter.

Johanna, I will never forget you...
I'm so glad I met you.
Johanna,
I' m so glad
WE
Had
SOME
Time
TOGETHER.

I will never forget You!

This night
Is of no consequence.
Nothing of great significance
Is taking place,
Nothing
That will go down in history
As a great event,
Nothing
That will capture the minds
Of men.

Incumbent
I am
In bed,
Piece of paper, pen in hand
Reading over what's just been
Written/ said,
And
Which you,
I wonder,
Have Read.

Do we live
Just to be a memory?
Like
A living thing once was
But
Now
A fossil?

The tables are going to turn
YOU in the privileged position
Are going to experience what it's like
In the contrary.
You had your chance to share,
Help the less fortunate
But
You remained steadfastly selfish,
Impervious to their plight.
Now
It's your turn to experience indigence
And witness the selfishness
YOU were.

Your  matter dissolves
Before my eyes
Disclosing
To me
A
Paradise...
A
Refulgent Pear
Within a shell,
Now
Liberated
From its
Mundane CELL.

Eve
Was innocent
And absent a childhood
Like her counterpart.

She was beguiled
By a bona fide Pro...
They
Never stood a chance...
But at least they had a valid excuse:
Their unsophistication!

You say listen!
Listen, I do.
I
Hear NO words of wisdom,
I'm hearing
NOTHING
NEW!

Anthesis
Must
Be
The
Best
Stage.

....I feel
You....in my presence
By
My side...
I
Can
Almost hear you,
Your thoughts.
I know
You
Are
There...like
You know
I am there...by your side...
Something
Brought
US
Together.
I feel
I have
Been here
Before.
I get
Such a Strong vibe
From you
Like, I guess,
You get from me.

Are
You
An angel?
Who
Sent YOU
To me?
Why,
Pick
ME?

The
Breath
Of
LIFE
Is
Sacrosanct!

That's IT!
I've taken
All I can take!
I'm gonna take it No more!
Gonna Walk out of that door!
Slam it shut!
And
Walk away
Walk away
From
It All!

YOU
Can live
In Your dissention
YOU
Can live in YOUR mess
YOU
Can live with Your Ideals
And
What YOU
Thinks
Best!
I
Wont
Come back!
I've made up mind,I won't be back,
It's
DEFININATe
This time!

How much!
How much
Do You think I
Can take?!
Of this
DISENCHANTED state?!
It's
All YOUR own doing!
NOTHING
'I'
Ever made!

I
Will admit
It seemed
Good
At times...
But
Then
It gets to you
Screws
Your heart and mind
Screws your heart and mind!
It's
Not
Worth
My
TIME!

I've
Made
MY
Decision
OR
Maybe
I've been Driven
To
Walk away
Walk away
From
It
ALL!

Sociable
Social phobia
Socialite
Social action
Social anthropology
Social climber
Social democracy
Social
Cleansing!

Don't let them that say its all untrue
Dupe you.
JESUS IS!
And
ALL WILL see
The TRUTH
Which is he.
JESUS is not a lie!
And he will come from the sky.

This WILL be witnessed by ALL
By and by.

I extricated myself
From man's creation,
Disentangled myself
From the machines
And wires,
Walked
Off the concrete
Disrobing and discarding
The artificial attire,
Then
Stepped
Bare feet
Onto the grass
And,
Made my way
Back home.

(With a smile on my face.)

Sometimes
My body let's me know
Just how close we are...
Because
Most of the time I wander about in my Spirit
Feeling ever youthful and immortal.

They gathered round his perambulator
To feast on such a wonderful sight:
A newborn radiant, smiling
Kicking his legs in the air
Delighting the hearts of his admirers...
Innocence
So
Fair!

Decades passed.


He became a mass murderer.

Precious!

Preserve and value it!

There is a tear
TEAR
From the heart... a compassionate tear
For
The child
That is born
Into
Unstable circumstances
For instance:
Where
War and Famine exist...

How disturbing it must be for that child, how
Frightening.
Why!
Why Is something SO beautiful, innocent,
Born into,
Subjected to
Such
Hellishness?

I run it by you, humankind!!

Will
The government, Monarch, Church, respond?
Yes, they will,  when THEY want to
And
Express it
In a way where they
Look the better for it!



But,
More seriously,
GOD,
How
Can You see this without intervening?
GOD,
I ain't no saint
But Hurt
When a life
Is extinguished
And
That means
A
Fly
That is a pest
In homes when cooking
And dead
Bodies are around.

A
Fly
Is a wonderful creation!

She is a fair creature to observe,
To study, the woman is, God.
I ,  have a genuine aesthetic appreciation
For her form.
I derive great delight in her hands when
Relaxed and gesticulating,
Her feet when crossed- legged, when dancing .
Other parts of her anatomy
In motion and still.
Her mind too!
Her thoughts, insight, knowledge,.. In fact,
Her whole being, personality, mannerisms
I find
Appealing!

ALL women Are beautiful!
Confronting their loveliness
Heightens  my feelings.
I can say the same
Occurs when I look at a Sunset or
Flowers in a garden.
The
Degree , comparison, is the same.

An
Opulent
Corpulent
Aristocrat
Sits
Ingesting
Excessively
Luxuri­ant
Succulent
Food
While
Millions
STARVE!

They are talking about the end
End of the world
Armageddon
Destruction
Upon
Destruction----book of Revelations...
Antichrist!
I
Am  not Jesus,  who I wish I were.
I
Am not satan .
Then,
Who am I?
Simple!
You
Will
Need to prove
Yourself
To me...
And
The World!
Children
Are the key
Look
They
Live
Free...

When you see a raindrop,
Flake of snow,
FEEL a zephyr,
Sight
A rainbow;
Things transient,
Potent,
Impressionistic,
Rememberable,
That
Is
ME.

The scene
Was not romantic at all,
It was quite the opposite.
I
Was there
In a war torn country
Amidst the calamity and pain...
Quite
Unexpectedly,
While taking photographs
A native girl came into view
SHE
Was beautiful!

SHE,
Was shielding
CHILDREN
From the chaos
Around!
Immediately,
I
Went to her aid:
We
Got
The CHILDREN
Aboard the U.N. trucks
Which
Drove them
To safety.
SHE
Stayed behind to help,
I,
Introduced myself...
SHE,
Said
Her name was...
"LYLICA"

SHE...
Hastened to help the wounded,
It
Was
Then
WE
Parted company.
I kissed her on the cheek
And
In her distress, she smiled at me.
We said " Goodbye"
I took my camera
To the other side,
The media
Wanted two points of view.
Will I
Ever
See her again? Went through my head
And,
Her name, her name..."LYLICA"

It's six months now
I'm back home.
The war situation is resolved.
I'm
In my apartment
After a story seeking day
I've got Lylica's photo in my hand.
I reach for the phone,
I book a flight.
I'm smiling,
I'll be there by midnight!

My hands are pressed against the sky
I feel I'm still in embryo,
Struggling to grow,
Struggling to break free.
To penetrate the sky
And dwell in the infinite.

I don't want to be limited,
Inhibited,
Restrained,
Encompassed,
Or locked in!

I want to be Free,
Knowing all there is to know,
Never needing to grow,
To flow
In a never tiring, never tedious
But continuous blissful state
Where Truth and Love Abounds
And Reigns.

We are friends
But of late
I have been looking at you differently
And
Inside
There is a longing
I have to repress.
You are already in love and happy,
I see:
I would never harm that, my friend.
Though Secretly,
I wish
Your love was for me.

There have been times
Where I have almost disclosed
How I feel
But
It wouldn't work
Just cause hurt.
I can see how in love you are
I would never harm that, my friend.

Secretly, I will love you from afar.
Secretly,
I love you!

How many have been in this position
Loving a love already loved,
Honoured
That union,
Loving in silence
A love repressed,
A secret love
Love still a bud
Never having blossomed
And
Taken to the grave?

I feel like a leafless tree
I feel like a dull grey sky
I feel like an abandoned child
I feel like a too tight tie.

I feel like a rusty train
I feel like an arrow with no aim
I feel like a tuneless tune
I feel like a creator on the moon.

I feel like a polluted sea
I feel like a shell with no pearl
I feel like an order less mass
I feel like an atomic blast.

SORROW
Is
Just
A wall

Between two gardens.

Khalil Gibran.

I
Am
A
Little
Dewdrop.
A
Tear
Upon
Your
Pillow.
A
Tear
Running
Through
Your
Fingertips,
You
Can't
Catch
Before
I
Dissolve.

Wish
I could ease your pain
REMOVE
Your pain!
All I do is hold your hand
Try to understand
Trying not to be
A Job's comforter.

It hurts to see your anquish
Observe too your rage
I am angry too
At the devastation wickedness has made.

Vindication
Is on your mind
Through tears
You try to comprehend
The rationale behind this atrocity
Now all you feel
Is Intense animosity.

Who
Are they
That cause such grief?
Who topple buildings
Leave thousands
Dead in the streets
Leaving
Behind
A Massive Weep?!
An Avalanche
Of
Tears.
How
Do THEY
Sleep?

She died aged thirty
Because
She thought
Intensely.
She
Applied her Mind
To the study
Of mankind, existence
And
Her own reality.
She
Wrote and wrote
Studied and studied.
Thirty years passed
Then
She collapsed,
Leaving
Behind her speculations,
Contemplations,
Musings on so much,
An impressive body
Of work.

Her demise
Was
Due to self-neclect.
You see
She was predominantly cerebral
Feeding
Her mind
To the detriment
Of
The rest
Of her
Being.
She
Became emaciated
Grew
Weaker, and weaker till
She expired.
So much
Was the power of her mind.

There's a time coming
Not too far
Approaching
When
You won't be considered
Or judged
For your looks
Your mental
And physical prowess
Talents, etc..

Instead...

It will be
YOUR HEART.