Words fall to earth,
Weighted by the gravity
Of their intent
Ricocheting off the opinions
Of the observer,
The unevolved individual
Who deems himself worthy
Of adding his own content
Moulding the message
To serve his own meaning,
Creating a new translation,
Now just an echo
Of the truth
His heart screaming
At his spirit to stop
Muting its purpose,
Of ignoring
The lessons
Being taught
You forced your way
Into my sleep
Turning reality
On its head
Making light
Of the dark pain
Her belly swelling
With my dreams
It is a time to rejoice
When your heart is set free
Releasing traps of the past
You attain tranquility
Nothing lost, all is found
The invitation’s arrived
Let the exploration begin
Into the unknown you have dived
Becoming of service to self
Without fear you now walk
No longer doubting the path
No longer too scared to talk
Clearly hearing your truth
Now aware of free will
The observer is observed
The chapter’s all yours to fill
I open the door, delve in deep with my head
In search of inspiration, for two slices bread
My hunger is huge, I’ve a vast rumbling hole
A ravenous emptiness, an insatiable soul
Multiple flavours, to contrast, not compete
From the contents I find, it’s a difficult feat
I need something smooth, so I go for sweet chilli
With a generous spoonful, of fresh piccalilli
A layer of cheese, something French and quite smelly
Mixed with several strands, of last night’s tagliatelle
Chopped coriander, with diced gherkins to boot
Now all that is missing, is a semblance of fruit
I thinly slice strawberries, with several black grapes
Three lettuce leaves ensuring, that nothing escapes
A beauty to behold, a meal fit for a Queen
The act of consumption, best described as obscene
shiny pebbles 