Choice:

As you pass them by

do you not see their outstretched limbs

beckoning unto you

this way or that way

which way will you go

what path will you take 

hark the whispers of them so

how they discuss talk amongst themselves

do you not hear the mirth

or even the mire

of perhaps the glad 

and even misfortunate

many a year has passed them so

and yet still you walk amongst them

without ever realising

or knowing how long they have stood

as guards protecting the land

they stand amongst

so mighty, proud and tall

the journey always the same

the message always the same

which way will you go

what path will you take

will you seek to silence their whispers

or stop and take note

of a hundred year old message

that speaks unto you

and whilst seeming to be but the wind

nay even a light breeze

rustling the branches and leaves

it is but the words of the wise

here we have stood

all we have seen

whom do you trust

whom do you believe

which path will you take

which way will you go

as you pass us by

be it through ignorance

or perhaps simple blindness

sometimes they slip past

without ever knowing

or hearing

the messages of the wise

and yet oh so ancient

which way will you choose

~X~

Unity:

Connections 

hands held in a tight clasp

a circle of trust 

bound by a higher belief

thoughts conceived shared

given freely without judgement

when one is weak

the others hold fast

taking the strain amongst them so

sharing all the highs and lows

smiling at the sun as one

sheltering from the rain

as a collective so

moving in a fluid motion

to reach the never ending passages

that come along this here moment

to breathe as one

to live speak utter to know

and to take each reflection

and see all sides

of the many facets

that maybe of another's

perspective

to lay and sleep safe

shrouded in arms of love

to be free within that

and soar

as if the eagle on the wing

to grow mighty and tall

as if the oak in the field

to bend and sway

flexible like that of bamboo

in the the strongest of winds

to give to receive to heal

to be but us

and know

unity

is the driving force

of all we do

until the chosen time

when we become beyond

the clasps of time

and need 

of this here plain

~X~

Expressional Thought Of Now:

A lark is a lark is sure a lark

a song is a song a note sung

a moment is a moment a flicker of time

words are a word as are a line

skies are but skies as is a horizon

a fire is a fire as is a pyre

love is but love as is a heart

eyes are but eyes as is to see

flight is a flight as is a bird

rain is but rain is as a tear drop

giving is but to give but is to receive

to want is to need but is to provide

desire is but to crave but is to worship

divine is to walk on water as is to be upheld

to fly high is but to soar as is to be free

to know is but to hear is but to think freely

to hold is but to comfort is to be complete

and to touch is but to feel as is to love

for to be is but to live as is to breathe

as if connected as to be within but to be one

as if to fly on high as is a plane as but is the lark

~X~

Shielded:

When its dark and gloomy

and your heart feels sad

if tears feel like

they will surely fall

and you want to

but scream and shout

if anger hits and wages war

within your mind

and the body tenses

and causes aches

if you feel like just giving up

or have no faith

in just waking up

all I ask is you reach out

and feel my hand

take it so to yours

clutch it tightly

and let me lead you

into the sunshine

where thoughts will fade away

surely so

and the rays of the sun will bathe you

to the forest we will go

and laze upon the mighty oak

no talking no words uttered

just the serene peace

of our breathing

as tensions pour away

and your mind clears

your see the dark clouds

change to blue skies

and look to me

see my eyes

and know for you

I will never let go

Love you I do 

with all my heart

and always we will

never be apart

your counsel I will try to be

your guide and strength

in the midst of your storms

as if your coast guard

until you can surely sail

the seven blue seas

once again

freely as you

smile my love

laugh my dear

cheer my darling

for this is but just another day

of overcast weather

which will break

and surely so

the sun will begin to shine

once again

as we walk hand in hand

~X~

<3 G.R.P.S <3

Dream:

Subdued and forlorn

tired and weary

I stumble through the night

lost inside the devil 

and his mired thoughts

wishing wanting to rest

nay close my eyes and sleep

and not awaken

to another million years

of living like this

I fall upon a place

naked to the eye

distant to the mind

sleep slumber comes slowly

as strange noises echoes

resound all around me

whispers and chortles

of voices and laughter

my heavy eyes allow me

no more concious state

and slowly I drift away and off

I awaken to a floating sensation

as I open my eyes

I see a thousand million sparks

as if I was in the middle of a atom

rest now they speak

here your find restoration

faith and belief

in the journey ahead

I give way to my unenforced captors

as they lead me to a dell

there stands the mighty oaks

whose leaves fan my heated body

fairy's flit back and forth

dropping fruits galore

eat eat feed you must and will

the sweet nectar running down my throat

replenishing my body

my mind begins to clear

and my body begins to feel

as if charged like a battery

a smile creeps upon my face

I am at one with this moment

and I fear them not

or the practice of their methodology

I lay back and close my eyes

peace solace comfort

from my place of comfort

~X~

Womb:

Voices echo from a million

thousand miles

resonating their voices

now a collective sound

speaking uttering murmuring

their single message

wrapped up in a black velvet wrapper

highlighted with as if gold leaf particles

with a touch of silver finesse

life is being born created

from a whimsical puff of dust

into a cooling rounded ball

of raw energy

that springs forth all life

from the single cell 

to the light

that shines down so 

oceans begin one side

and end another

whilst below

the velvet blackness

soars countless beings

of the mystical

untouched unseen

by the naked life

land mass grows expands

upon which trees sprout forth

cleaning purifying the air

as giants amongst men 

walk tall

teaching young 

feeding grazing

as the sun turns to night

where upon the collective voice 

once again calls

tomorrow is another day

in this here garden

of our paradise

from where hence 

all life springs from

grow you will develop

you shall

and forth you will

surely carry this message so

as the curtain closes

an the night lights glimmer

offering protection

to those afraid of the dark

sleep now safe

wrapped in our need

our devout love

of all eternity

~X~

Frozen:

To be lifted to be held

oh so tight in that embrace

touched and loved

within a single heartbeat

as if nothing else occurs

oh how I can soar so high

like the eagle on a wing

flying so very free

arms of safety 

sound and secure

within the knowledge

that it will always be this way

no matter the distance 

one must walk

or the hardships of the journey

and even though there is silence

at certain times

I always hear your voice calling

unto surely me

leading me home

where once again I am complete

whole and restored

as if my saviour

and though tears may fall

and pain may inflict

and the rain will fall 

clouds will crash

lightening will strike

I am here within your heart

wrapped up in your soul

somewhere between 

the heavens and earth

as if almost frozen

in time

still is my world

safe is my heart

held tightly in your hands

~X~

Elysium:

My field of gold how you beckon

call upon me so
from the moment I awaken
to the minute I look upon you
from my bedroom window
oh how I long want need

to lay in yonder and wile away time

hear the larks singing 
on their wings so

as they swoop and weave

through endless blue skies

of oceans stretched

to lay under the tree in the far corner

rest back and feel the mighty oak

as my held fast trustee lean to
like the old chair in the parlour

the sways of wheat heads wave
unto me so

as a light breeze ablows

  unto me as if 

I was a regal king

amongst them so

the scurrying of the field mice

tending their nests 
for the summers young

in the hope the future will be

as is the now
and yet my need is 

for me to breath deep

awash the lungs

with the ever cleansing air

purified by a million eons

of natural states

unhampered by man

unaffected by machine

mighty limbs reach afar

to distant corners

of the land ahead

standing guard over the gold

that is the summers reward

for the furrowing farmer

and his tending wife

with their children and dog to

no one to see no one to talk to

but the land itself

as hands reach down

and feel warm rich soil

feeling its life

as it runneth through fingers so

fed by mother nature

in all her glory

as she smiles down 

here but another day

on Gods beautiful planet

that is my field of gold

~X~

Seen Afar:

Watched afar new comers

with all eyes on the room

and each other

vacant stares occasional glances

expressions shown shared

surmised passed by left there

whispers and comments

sideways frontwards

all the same no matter

the way they are spoken

captured eyes held fast

falling deep inside 

as if free falling 

from a large rock

unto a valley with no bottom

a thousand words spoken

and yet

none uttered by the other

a hint of a knowing smile

the curling of lips 

upwards in a free expression

as if to say a million things

laughter and voices drown the senses

and yet the gaze is held

a complimentary word spoken

a moment shared given

senses alive by the very things

used to capture them

from clothes to scents

to hair to shoes

all a summery as if a book jacket

night lights flicker

candles flame

and music plays

and yet the dance lingers on and on

long after the party is over

the mind is like a cine film

replaying over and over

what it is its captured

and yet somehow

the sound track doesn't play

with the imagery

as if the mind changes

focuses on that one moment

in the hope

the replay becomes the present

left to play on and on

within the concious mind

of the gathering rooms

of collective thoughts

~X~