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Somewhere between consciousness and sleep
Somewhere between silence and communication
Lies that flickering trembling place
We call our self
It’s something we can neither touch nor see
Yet we know it’s there as sure as we know our hearts beat.
It’s what you’ve never learnt to love
It’s what you’ve never been ordered to do
It’s you in all your lost naked vital beauty
The very first cells that fused to create
That unique being that is you
So why do they send us to schools and institutions
Making rules to mould us into one big anonymous pack?
Somewhere between thinking and not thinking
Somewhere between feeling and not feeling
Is the person that was you before the you
You were told to be.
We are all so full of other people’s values
And hang ups and morals
It’s hard to know who we really are at all
Do I really like this film or do I just like it
Coz I’ve been conditioned to be attracted
To that type of actress and that type of humour?
Advertisements, television screens, radio waves, billboards
Everything pointing us to want or need something
We don’t really have to have.
Somewhere between movement and stillness
Somewhere between the words and the song
Somewhere between the sun’s rays and the way we see them
Lies a creature that may have been you
What did he want then? What did he like?
In the time before plastic or electronic dreams
There’s nothing anyone can say or buy for you
That will help you get to that place within yourself
Where all is what it should be.
But that’s just the premise we’ve all got to live with
Not knowing where we come from
Not knowing where we are going
Somewhere between the biting need of wanting someone
And the irrepressible urge to give
Is a state some called love
Some called peace and some just forgot to name it
It’s a country where you need no passport
Your face bares and bears its own truth.
When you love someone it’s written in every line
And in every pore of your skin and bones
Somewhere between wanting to tell everything
And needing to say nothing
Somewhere between melting like a boy
And resisting like a man
Lies a place called reciprocation.
You need no credit card to buy your way around
The slightest wave of your hand will move mountains out of your way
But if we can’t know ourselves
Can we ever really know each other?
Can we ever be one as a diamond stone
Hard and united, inseparable?
I guess it’s a forever parting and coming together
Like metal attracted fatally to a magnet
Man and woman meeting and merging and parting
And returning to the safety of each others arms
I heard a voice within me speaking
But how did I know it was mine?
How did I know it wasn’t yours in disguise
Telling me to love you and you alone
And follow the stars in your eyes.
Shsh… she said and put her finger upon my lips
You poets ask far too many questions
Life is as simple as rising and falling
Sleeping and waking, eating and drinking.
Glide across the surface of life and you’ll be ok.
But I’m already too far down under the water
Of my own consciousness.
How do you know it’s water she asked
And not just some cheap wine they tried to numb you with?
Just kiss me back to reality I said
And let me leave this world of illusion and lies.
But reality stinks she said
Look at the papers.
Kidnapping, Crime drugs and corruption!
Sex as a commodity on every page.
So where shall we go then? I asked confused.
Somewhere between the question that is you
And somewhere between the doubt that is me
Lies an answer that is good for us both.
Who is the poet now? I laughed
And fell into her kiss.
A LOVER OF GOOD NOT GOD
A surgeon of the soul
Cutting out the gangrene and the cancer of the mind.
Purifying al hateful ideas and filling the heart with mercy and understanding.
There are no prizes of gold, silver and bronze
Because this is not a game or a contest.
It’s real life where real people must help each other along this lonesome road.
Moths and rust will destroy your fine clothes and jewels,
But no one can ever steal away that light of love you carry in your head.
The harvest of kindness is kindness.
The harvest of hurt is hurt.
So many of us need drugs from a syringe
Or wine from a wine glass,
To get us through our loveless days.
So many lives have become sterile and stale
Devoid of all peace and purpose and hope.
Ignore the ungodly chatter around you
And listen to the saints amongst us
Who can inform reform and transform our lives.
It’s not by lying in the sun that you’ll learn to see the light.
But in the darkest of nights
When love seems a thousand miles away.
Get down on your knees and clasp your hands in prayer!
In the last days there will be lovers of money
Boastful,proud,abusive to their parents
Ungrateful ,unholy,without love and unforgiving……
I could quote you the whole book of Timothy
That doesn’t make me a Christian or a preacher.
I am a lover of Good not a lover of God!
I just want to shed this selfish skin and lifestyle I’ve been bred to live
And learn to give and share and sympathize
With anyone who needs help in their life.
These pathetic packets of pleasure they are selling you
Won’t see you through another single hour
If your eyes are poisoned with vanity.
Faith ,patience, love and endurance
These are the qualities that will see you through.
Correct,rebuke and encourage all those who are lost
Lost in the slime of their own importance.
Those whose eyes have been blinded by the glitter of gold and diamonds.
Even the man whose finger is on the trigger
Needs your help and forgiveness.
The lion’s jaws are about to close
Lay down your low down ways!
Sooner rather than later.
Before the gangrene of greed clogs up your veins
And leaves you grey and dying
In the sickness from which there is no return.
A surgeon of the soul and a healer of hateful emotions
That’s what we all need to cure us
From this money-mad existence we are drowning in.
Do your best to get here before winter.
That’s what Paul said to Timothy
And that’s what I am saying to you!
