descending at the start
to societal expectation
I have to refocus
and understand
this is not the shape of things
escape the boundaries
look within
free real life

The day stretches ahead
My passage is unclear
Nothing remains
The darkness of a summers morning is a warm blanket
Saving me from myself
As I walk towards my journey
The future has begun

Be lucky to have life to live
For
A walk through the cemetery
Projects a reflection of impermanence

And cometh the morn
I am awake
Not through choice
But the need to live

when the darkness appears
do not miss the light
when the darkness appears
worries will go
when the darkness appears
peace will be free

Reaching from the fear
As the true unknown
Looking for the cure
Manipulation
As required
An exercise in
Paranoid
Orwellian
Dystopia

Or...............................­...

unfortunately

time  doesn't  hide  reality

Eyes open

Walls
Roof
Home or prison

Eyes close

gloomy  
early rise
day unseen until 8.00

break fast
cafe on corner
feel flat

open door to leave
damp air
no view

walk in rain
grey clouds hide
high above

the sun light is clear

By now the sun will have risen in the north
Set in the south and all within four hours
Twilight passes for night and day
Clouds no longer cruise the horizon
Seasons last for years
This haven replaced Earth
But I know where I'd rather be

Sanity
Definition
Destination
Unknown
No control
No problem

Deep
Is
My
Idiosyncrasy
No
Intrusion
Shall
Heal

My direction is simple
Take me to the horizon
Lead me from the gales

If the trees kept growing up to the stars
Would we climb as high as we do today

If the road kept going without any cars
Would we reach a place where we could stay

If the earth turned it's back for the sun to burn
Would the moon wave goodbye and just fly away

These questions and others we have learned
The answers as always we cannot say

broken clouds
patterns
mind visions

Just suppose
Now
Is everything

head below water
that moment of breath
balanced between two worlds
here or there
a choice that is not always my own
before inhaling the future

through the beige
find the colour of dreams
listen to the world
while man intervenes
forgive

Waiting for something to happen
Bird calls
What else is there ?

dreams are formless visions
their reality is imagined
unless you create it

It seems history repeats itself because no one listens

the world's gone mad
but business ain't bad
people living rough
but the bank can't get enough
we think that we know it all
but we don't do it
the sky is the limit
but there's a hole going through it

In the eyes of the teller the listener gives all
One sided conversation
Let's ask the wall
Polite nodding and smiling
Exacting and sincere
And do you agree with my view

"Sorry",
Try the other ear

It's nice to talk
To hear ones voice
But please remember
To take in what you're saying requires absorption and choice

To sit down and write
                                       using pen and paper
a feeling of creation
                    
                the words

                                                                                          ?
the handwriting illegible unless studied                ? art ?
                                                                                          ?
thoughts of this particular time
passing
          may be forgotten soon

                                                     replaced with the boring
must do this
                      must do that        routine

Wind waves the dew goodbye
The land refreshed
Time is unknown in a natural sense
As is a beginning
Or
End
All that happens is all that should be
No complications
The flow of freedom without
Consciousness is a curse
To the thinking

sea sleeps
wave goodnight
darkness glows

Time_____________
____­____Do You Get It???
Life____________???

21st century rebels
Reflecting a faded vision of the past
Creatures with comforts
"civilised society"
The pain
Those stars
Simply dictate

Go home

Find your talent
Exploit it
Change happens

Join the movement of individual thought

The open door is not always a welcome invitation

one day I will be
perhaps after a few glasses of malt
as happy and free
as a carrot in orange juice.......with salt

This is reality
The summer
Only an escape
Yeah
Summer living
Some just existing
Where do we hope to be
Always looking to escape
Wanting for something better
Will we grasp it when it comes
Or let it slip through
Ahh
Here comes the wind again
Stirring the sand
Clearing the footprints

unusual thoughts  
pounding in my head
       me

i'm not dead

leaving my dreams
style the day

if all this is real

     i've lost my way

So many issues in the human race

How many tests must we take ???
Why do so many suffer ??

Is this how it's meant to be.......?

Congratulations

Welcome

You have made the grade


Forget it !!

Grey tanned faces in the winter of hope
Lasting forever
Dreamt perhaps remote
This life despairs all who come to pass
Knowledge is regression
Time never lasts

Life is not meant
To smell like roses

But
The thorns are real

but I digress
too many distractions like colours in a peacocks tail
lead me from seeing the real thing
camouflage is only skin deep

I remember a time when you had to go look for information
now it is inescapable
we are overloaded to a point of no return
short-circuited into believing all is lost
unsure how to fit in
to be accepted
driven by things outwith
unable to speak for fear of being shut down

STOP
CEASE
DESIST

switch off
breathe
relax
look at the world that is yours
deal with only what you can effect
live again

Close your eyes let the world disappear
Forget where you are forget where is here
Picture the happiness of freedom within
Forget where you are forget where you've been
This moment is now
This moment is real
You're surroundings don't matter it's how you feel

Knife strikes to cut
Air does not resist
The target is the point
The pain the sharpest kiss

The streets are uneasy at this time
When the twilight separates the day
Party goers , lonely wanderers, the disturbed
And yet
As the darkness fades
All takes on a new perspective

The real disappears and the routine begins once more
Uniformed of mind take their places in the daily experience  
Isolated beings for the sake of repetition and familiarity
Weak every day through the months and years
Until
All stops

Those in the shadows prefer the unknown and unexpected
The challenge of survival without a  fragile safety net
For it all ends for all
How we reach that point depends on our perception of a life lived

Dawn breaks
Sun comforts
Day begins

Who we are is all in the mind
Purpose projected by ego
A false importance of identity
Lose yourself
Accept the universe
Imperfection is perfect
We exist
Embrace the truth of our simplistic passage
We are not in control
Relax
Enjoy
Live

Train at the station
I'm not getting that one
Things seem to be moving too quickly
This great getaway should be a relaxing break
But it's standing room only for the next three hours
I step outside
It's quiet
Calm
All the travellers are away
I think I'll walk a bit and regain my peace

Was I awake when I dreamt I was dreaming
What better time to think of life and it's meaning
Is it all that it seems
Or some mad scientists scheme
Is it real what you feel when you dream?

I open the door
Welcome the sun
Put away the umbrella

Struck by reality
The anonymous banana bends in the sun
Will the lemon return from the party ?
What about the others
Camouflage gone

What fate awaits in peeling
Exposing the pure flesh
Devoured as whole
Split from the cream

Does it seem
Cold

Awaiting armageddon
Or more

Sitting watching the cars go by
Travelling on the arteries of the country
Perhaps not the best term to use as clogged arteries are not to healthy

Carrying on with this analogy

Are car parks the fat deposits and city centres the bowels
Difficult then to find the brain or the heart in all this detritus.
It must be there somewhere
How else are we controlling this not so free flowing civilisation???

sunshine on the wall makes me smile
even in winter it fights against the oncoming storms
a little piece of joy
a lot like good health
not appreciated enough
our lives are filled with contradictions which is how it should be
it is harder to discover the true meaning if all feelings are known
but just to experience that fleeting moment of brightness
I know there is hope

a window is a gap in the wall
glass can fill the hole
nothing comes in
nothing goes out
without the glass
we can make a difference

Street scene
People mingle distantly
Talk is whispered
Not heard
Nowhere to go
No one to visit
Loneliness in the city
When all is hidden
Behind locked doors
And the rain is falling