Source:

Light my power 

my ever lasting

shining beacon 

that shines its way

unto and through

my darkest edges of my universe

occupying the corners

of hidden moments

where what was forgotten

is now reminded remembered

warming my soul my body

lighting the fire that is

my fuel to burn

to face fight another day

and though the rain may fall

and the clouds may come

light is but my companion

on my journey forward

unto this winding road

to the ever lasting light

of a thousand million colours

that will drape my soul

as if a personal coat

made for me in all the hues

of a ever lasting beauty

that is my life

spread my wings I will

and fly I shall

unto the heavens I touch

where bathed in light eternal

I shall surely be

with but you

~X~

Awashed:

Resounding echoes of a fore lorn touch

crashing through distant corridors

heart felt needs and wants

of a burning desire

to kiss your lips a thousand times

and know they are

as much yours as they are mine

feeling the body be as it is

a burning pyre

my beacon in the night sky

leading me home

to where once again

love heals the distant memories

of a pain long ago

felt as dull as that of a old razor

this is now

and that was then

and scars become veins

bringing fresh blood supply

oxygenating this here body

allowing me to breath

freely once again

in the belief of yet and always

a eternity of your love

keeping me grounded

safe and sound within

~X~

Symphony:

I've not for a long time now

sat and heard the first songs

of the summer sonnets

from our many feathered friends

this morning at 4 am

it begun with the opening notes

of the cuckoo 

singing his way through the trees

then all at once 

as if conducted maybe by the trees

the bird song of summer began

all the notes though seemingly 

but a messy noise

came together as if a chorus

each bird singing his/her notes

in time to the others

the sun began to rise

from a dim light

to a bright hue of blue

the sound of music filling the early morn

oh what a start to a beautiful day

~X~

Eyes Open:

Today I awoke to blue skies 

and drifting marshmellow clouds 

and there on high 

a bright sun smiling

feeling its warmth upon me

the minute I set foot into the garden

its light shining down

lighting every corner

as flowers raised their proud heads

in utter glory

colours as if a Monet painting

from the daisy's to the pansy's

weeping willows stretching 

their tired winter limbs

as if to clutch the very rays

as birds sit in trees singing

of the glory that is the summer 

to surely come

my cats laze around 

partaking in any item 

that will serve as if

a personal sun chair

creatures scurry about their lives

and a slight breeze blows about me

as if a thousand million kisses

touching my senses

and all at once I feel alive

a smile so radiant

creeps across my face

to join the light that is the sun

and I am but one

content

in my own paradise

~X~

Diluted:

Run and let empty

to waste away drain afar

to places not seen

let alone touched

vacated and listless

as if I was mere droplets

of encapsulated broken dreams

feelings muted beyond the depths

the ripples the after effects

of what has been

between us so

and yet if you was to touch me so

alive id be 

stuck to your hand

as if a drop of hope

but lay here in the sun 

I surely will

until I am but all dried up

in the hope the rain will come

and replenish my levels again

for then I am whole

and back I can come

as the beholder

of unspoken

unseen 

hidden wishes wants

and needs

of a thousand people

everyday

~X~

Pupa:

They say lightening never strikes twice

but how little they know

then its fingers reach inside your soul

touching pulling stretching

every fibre that is surely you

tearing at the very heart

of all that is you

a journey of self discovery

as if awoken

disturbed from some darkened slumber

only to find the nightmare still exists

to beg to scream

shout and holler

but to no avail 

does anyone one

let alone yourself 

hear

turning away in shame

tears falling slowly 

you have come full circle

once again

and you have yet to know

just who you are

but deep inside shines 

a golden light

so very dim so very faint

the burning flame 

that 

is the very core of you

and though a stranger

through this change

emerge a butterfly you will

bright and radiant in all your colours

for everyone to see

let alone you

Beholden:

I got to thinking about 
people & life
 and the things they do
 as a preoccupation
 and come to the conclusion 

that too many 

so many people 

take for granted what it is they have
 and how they seek 

to build a artificial life
 in order to escape the pressures 

they in fact made themselves 
by their very own actions
 and so then I looked to the precursors 
that are involved
 and most people will claim money 

environment
even circumstance

or even a certain.. rut 

or even a staleness
 but the biggest precursor 

often 

in fact I think 

always ignored
 is social control

and how it relates to the control of the media 

and the buying of worldly goods 

becoming more 
then the real ideology 

of how life should be in fact lived.

but the sad fact is
 that people mill around 

like rats in a maze
 and what do they have
 but a remote control 

to fast forward rewind 

the life they wish they had

that they see on a tv screen

or a song 
they hear on a stereo

whilst all the while

convinced

this is the life they want

~~~

Post Script::

Around 11am it came

we didn't hear the whistle

but we felt the bang

as it exploded a mile away

we were a few hours before 

all sleeping safe in our beds

the house is no more

and mothers kneel in streets

clutching bodies of children

to their burnt clothing

wailing screaming

fires rage and the skies dark

as if the sunlight was extinguished

there is a ashen look to the people

as they rush back and forth

as if ghosts and dead already

sirens wail

but unable to reach the masses

debris and rubble block the paths

phone lines cut torn

hanging down

like snapped veins

and the street gutters run

with the blood of those injured

or even dead

trees stripped of their leaves and branches

walls of houses crumbling

roofs missing

as if a sun roof on a car

panic stricken fathers calling for their wives

begging for their children

but no one answers

electric fallen

hospitals still standing

run on emergency power

but are over whelmed

fireman scramble around in the piles of bricks

as hands out stretch 

begging to be saved 

from the suffocation

people ask why

beg for answers

but no news comes

and they are left alone

to wonder slowly

through broken streets

on glass panels

shattered along with everyone's dream

~X~

Lost:

Your arm yourself with the power 

of utter destruction

knowing at your finger tips

you can destroy all and everything

using swaying the argument

pushing cajoling laughing

as you threaten in your way

who do you think you are protecting

guiding saving

will you not kill your own

as you fight back in anger

would you lay destruction at the feet

of the masses

look on as if nothing

as a million people pass

everyday being like sunday

grey and lonely

your thoughts on that 

sometimes your better of

when there's a gun against your head

forgets the art of conversation

no choices no speak

which will you choose

a hard or soft option

as the button is pressed

and the world screams out

NO

Edios:

She burns the night

with the passion of a thousand eyes

consuming all in her path

her flames searing scorching the flesh

of anything that gets in her way

the hot breath of desire and need

torching the way

through the darkness

that's in front and behind of her so

her path lit by the screams

of those left by the way side

as she consumes

eats her way forward

never stopping always moving

her wake of destruction

testament to her power

a kiss of her lips leaves you 

gasping for air

as her fiery fingers cling to you

pulling you into her

sucking drawing from you

the life that is the air you breath

the night skies lit

by out stretching tails

of crackling flames

as she sails on 

through you to the next victim

that is her need

her want

to be alive

~X~

Songs:

Did you ever stop to listen

to your heart as it beats

resounding out its drumming

constantly on time

without failure

through thick and thin

through fear an hate

it doth not skip a beat 

until

love strikes your eyes

and all at once the heart

takes on a new beat

a different sound

it becomes settled 

comforted by a need desire

that makes you crave so

for that moment

of those three words

and whilst time ticks

slowly or fast

is of no matter

we all feel that sweet sudden

surrender

as one sinks slowly downwards

into the heavens of utterness

we are all but complete

and if you listen closely

as you lay in the night hours

I'm sure your hear

the sound of your lover's name

as it speaks its tune

unto your soul

loving is the final chapter

in a new book

that writes itself

in but your lovers eyes

each time they look 

upon you

so treasure it well

and keep it safe

for though a machine for the body

for the lover you love so

its surely made of glass

so with velvet gloves hold it tight

but not too tight as so it may break

for all your have

is the broken remains

of shattered wishes

hopes and dreams

~X~

Arise:

Awaken rise to the sun shining

another day has come

and whilst many have been 

not without there hardships

we can begin again

find the inner strength to fight

to breathe the air

that will surely replenish the lungs

as the blood coarse's

around the body so

pushing the engine into over drive

as we seek this days bounty

a tear may fall

the body may shudder

and frustration anger 

or even hurt

may rear their ugly heads

pain may strike

hurting oneself deep inside

questions may not be answered

or even faced

we might cry out and beg no more

or simply hide away

in the hope of another 

better simpler tomorrow

but lest we shall forget

in the grand scheme of things

we are but human

and to feel is to live

and to live 

is to be

~X~

P.s Horace: Seize The Day

A Tale Of Age 4:

With God Queen and country at my side

I struck the first blow

he blocked and struck back

his mighty heavy sword swinging

catching my shoulder

my breath hard to pull 

into my already tired lungs

he still kept coming

like that of a bull enraged

the fire in his eyes burnt strongly

his armour clouded by the mud and blood

of the bitter battle afore

my sword I did swing at his midriff

but glancing only the metal armour

his laughter echoed through my mind

as his sword struck my side

cleaving me open

the warm blood warming my leg

thinking it was my last

as he stood ready sword raised

to strike his final blow

my final acrument was to strike up

towards the gap in his chest plate

the sword struck home

and his face turned from glee

to fear and horror

his knees he did fall

and to the heavens he looked

uttering in his tongue

his final prayer

afore me he fell and at once a horn sounded

the battle had ended

the war won

and the attackers driven back

we had protected preserved 

this great land

and I though wounded

had served my Queen

though like my counter part

to have died there

would have been
just as honourable

as he surely was

brave to the end

Prologue

we live in a free world

we have a freedom to express

speak and utter

we have fought for this / these land/s

and many have bled and died

did we do we forget

?

~X~

A Tale Of Age 3:

The day of war broke tensions had risen

my aide did come with scroll of intention

my steed set ready

an my men armed

and in the Queens name 
we did march and ride

archers and swordsmen

brave fine men

ready to die for that

we had preserved for so long

upon the battle field 

stood a thousand army strong

war cries they uttered

defiant they stood waiting

all at once the cry was given

and the colours raised

as we surged ahead

the battle raged for three days

we trampled dead bodies 

as the dying cried out

but still we waged 
raged on

pushing back the attackers

seeking to steal our rights

to a free land

at the final point

stood him and I

already dislodged from our steeds 

by archers afar

his eyes on mine

mine on his

both accessing the fear

and the moment we both knew

when the blows would come

bringing about the death

of one or the other

or even both

~X~