Adam

 

There,

My loss

Closed, hopeless, 

Helpless, fighting - 

In a violence of

Emotion

I've got myself on my feet

And I'm staring,

Sad

At that gate that's been 

Closed on me.

That entire land's now beyond me,

And I'm denied access 

To my own sweet homeland

It don't have a name, you see,

Cos I'm Man, that generic figure 

Shrouded in mystery.

But I been kicked out - 

By my own doing, my own.

And am enraged at myself.

Poor land, sweet poor land,

Is there no one there

To water your plants

And tend this sheep anymore?

But there is,

There's One who waits for my re-entry.

You know the meanings of my poems.

I look at Him, God - 

I'm in 

Love

And I'm returning

There

Daily Writes

P1

I've become used to living

15 metres above sea level.

The air is breathless here,

So's the view. Closer to the clouds,

Closer to the heavens

P2

Now even in my dreams

I wear a mask

And carefully stand

Three feet from everyone.

Where are my old dreams?

P3

Oh the trails 

We have blazed,

You and I,

Together,

In the light of the dying sun

P4

In the light of the dying sun,

I scribbled down a hasty poem

And flung it to the sunset

With a kiss smelling of 

Deathlessness

P5

Maniac thoughts

Dance in my mind

Asking me

Ferociously

To write a poem

P6

This poem is what happens when

All the hopes you've placed on the skies are

Rudely dashed to the ground and

You are told that the only thing to do is

Rise before dawn and wait

P7

Heart break

Spat-out song

Merciless reality

Staring unseeing

At fate

P8

After that I lived a parody of my own life

And tweeted about the uncertain future

To the numb past and chortled as I watched

The birds of the sky fly upside down

And cried

P9

Poetry was a sort of way for me

To come to terms with absence

And misdirection, and vagueness,

Especially as I foraged into the future

Searching for the answer to the past

P10

God is the blessing

from which

I want

no

escape

P11

Way's narrow,

But there are highways

To heaven.

From the midst of the world

Into the spinning sun

P12

paradoxes

were my alphabet

when i set out 

to write 

a poem

P13 

(prayer is what keeps me sane)

I wanted to tell you,

the other day -

you are

what keeps me

sane

P14 

hey you,

destined for greatness,

flap those invisible wings

that i know you have - 

and fly

P15 

The wonderful thing is that

People still do things

For others

For free,

Expecting no reward at all

P16

I

deliquefy 

my tears

and throw them to the skies

And I

subvert myself

and now

every breath is a laugh

P17

Each of us with finite centres

World of our own,

Not exceeding -

Crumbling - 

Till the day of our transcendence 

P18

Been dreaming of a time

When we all laughing with each other

Living each day without fear

Gifting smiles that we can at last see,

Cause we won't be wearing masks anymore

P19

Only if I tell you

"Your 'smaller' problems are bigger

Than my 'bigger' problems"

Will God say to me "Your tiny problems 

Are big enough for me to see."

P20

I saw the other day,

As in a vision,

The richest poorest person

Smiling at me

With wounds in his hands

P21

To this planet

Or any other planet,

Dear God - 

I'd go anywhere

For you

P22

This slab of steel

Not gonna give me

The transcendence 

That I long for -

That's in the timeless moment

P23

I stepped inside an endless ring,

Found freedom from the pull of stars

I've dreamt of wine jars full of wine

And suddenly it's true and fine

This is no dream I live, it's truth

Where once was water now is wine.

Whose hands wrought this I surely know

His hands now hold the heart of light

feeling

extraordinarily

self-conscious

using a language

that was spread like the plague 

by

allegedly 

civilized colonizers

At The Local Supermarket

Walked into the local supermarket.

One of the assistants came up to me

With a polite smile. "What do you want, sir?"

All that's around us is food,

Vegetables, shampoos, and more food.

I take a deep breath

Well what I want is not more time.

No, I'm not fed up with time,

I mean, what I want is timelessness,

A lot of it. I'd like to rest far, far away,

In a distant land, and think over things

For a century or two.

I just want to live forever, you know

The shop assistant stares at me, at a loss.

There will be a time for death to die,

But right now all that's around us is food,

Vegetables, shampoos, and more food

Grasping Reality

This, then, is insanity

To be bound as if by chains

To the contours of a shallow reality,

To blend with the system and dance with it

Like empty air ensconced in a hollow jar,

To refuse to swim into the deep heights

Of what is, beyond what seems

See reality for what it truly is

Grasp it by the tail, fly the skies

For the only what that saves is

Elusive evasion with the dancing river of light

Liberation

Liberated from the ambiguities of a never-arriving future,

Feeling the chains fall from the hands,

Unshackled from earth-existence

Living one foot in time, one foot out

Hand in hand with what's divine,

The timeless etched on all our hopes.

Love, the matter of reality

And its very embodiment, eternal God,

Leading us into the promised land of light

Raw Light In The Dark

Shivering as if in fear

But in reality shaking with amiable laughter,

All them billion years or older

And us mere fading wisps of smoke.

Raw light in the dark

Apparently black canvas jaded

With pinpointing diadems,

Celestial stadium of perpetual, ageless watchers,

Constellated hope of endless light for mankind.

Seems like the dark 

Forces our race to find light

All us watching the stars,

And them watching us