Only so much thinking

Thinking

We’ve thought ourselves into a corner

Got ourselves in a really tight bind

By believing we know all the answers

That we can implement change, with our mind

 

Society is festering, in stagnation

Beyond the hype, there is rot at its core

Our days of denial are numbered

Our shelf-life, is indefinite no more

 

There really is, only so much thinking

That can carry, the almighty weight

Of the lumbering, half-asleep masses

Who must be woken, before it’s too late

 

To take stock of their need to accumulate

To displace their own feelings of guilt

Which ironically create far more problems

In this foundation-less world we have built

 

Who are they, banking all of the billions?

That are bringing this world to its knees

To whom do we owe all this money?

It’s time to reveal, the greedy loanees

 

We all have a choice not to follow

But it requires us to face our worst fear

And to see that it’s all an illusion

When we do that, it will all disappear

Contentment in hand

Infinity

The moment has arrived

When I recognise myself

My shadow holds me

As we dance as one

To life’s unique rhythm

My eyes no longer floating

In the peripheral breeze

Anchored now, within vision

Stepping beyond knowledge

Contentment in hand

I am firmly grounded

Within the present

Within me

Loneliness

You held me tight

Embracing my loneliness

And casting it adrift

From the shores of reality

The waves of uncertainty

Broke on an unquestioning shore

Your compassionate caress

Rekindled my heart

Sweeping us both

Into the depths of desire

Calling their bluff

The Truth, Your Story

Can we ever know another’s truth?

When we shy, far from our own

Can we stand in darkness, linger there?

Become accepting of what is shown?

 

The stories we strive so hard to hide

Are fiction and nothing more

Created by thought, then held in place

By perpetuating the lore

 

The real disservice we do ourselves

Is not facing our innermost fears

By avoiding our own reflection

We create all the messy smears

 

We amplify the voice within

The defensive, looped soundtrack

Believing the lyrics are our own

When they are really, a media feedback

 

Like lemmings in a video game

A slave to repetitive routine

Expecting others to pay the price

Then complain about quarantine

 

Uniting as one, uniting on mass

And decreeing enough’s enough

Is how we can all be the change

Then we can really call their bluff

Dreams

Girl with a ballon

Skipping through the fields

Of all of her dreams

She ran with abandon

Through the familiar scenes

 

Wonderful memories

All flooded the plain

Of the moonlit landscape

Of her imagined terrain

 

Across streams of lucidity

She transcended dimensions

Reaffirming her desires

She aligned her intentions

 

Accompanied by souls

Of a higher vibration

She healed the wounds

Of a past separation

 

Limitless possibilities

Permeated her skin

Revealing her purpose

Her true knowing within

Wide Load

They were pushing their prams

As if into the breach

Their pavement entitlement

All the slabs they could reach

 

Their obscenities of chat

Drowned the screams of their young

As they bowled out pedestrians

Into doorways, people flung

 

Their juvenile load

Just as wide as their cheek

And their rotund behinds

Left no ounce of mystique

 

Toddlers in hand

Yelled out vile abuse

High on the additives of sweets

And from E-number misuse

 

The collective day trippers

Gave them all a wide berth

Averting their eyes

For all they were worth

 

Judgement was laden

On superior trowels

From the middle-class shoppers

Scared of uttering, single vowels